23 - MOUNT KEEN

The distinctive cone of Mount Keen. Photo tms.nickbramhall.com

The distinctive cone of Mount Keen. Photo tms.nickbramhall.com

          10.1 miles      870 metres

Start                              Saturday      13.19
Mount Keen                                       14.32
Finish                                                  15.30

Squares: blue - start and finish. Circles summits: green - this leg. Map Colin Matheson

Squares: blue - start and finish. Circles summits: green - this leg. Map Colin Matheson

Time:    Estimated    2.04      Actual    2.11

This leg started up and finished down through the forest on a forestry road, but for the most part it is an undulating heathery moorland with only a short steep slope onto the summit of Mount Keen.

Craig was having his typical luck in going out in the best of the weather, but I don't think that the pathless heather was kind on his ankle, something he never complained about, but his leg was still rainbow coloured with a very swollen ankle. To manage very nearly 5 miles per hour over this leg demonstrated yet again his determination.

Peaks done    145      Hours elapsed    152      Peaks to do    132

Graeme writes:

Mark and I with the van headed round the Lecht road to the Cairngorm car park. On the way Mark spotted two donkeys talking to a sheep over a fence, or so it seemed from their posture. We arrived to hear a repetitive muffled boom boom boom floating through the rapidly chilling still night air. There was a disco party in full swing at the chairlift area which in this high mountain setting gave a strange almost surreal feeling.

Mark left and I tried to sleep but was disturbed at some point by a goggle eyed chap leering through the rear van window at me. Either someone high on crack from the rave I thought or just an oddity of mankind. I learned later it was neither, but Tony the Ross lookalike.

Ifor soon appeared with a stunned look on his face saying there was an even bigger party in progress at the top chairlift station. It wouldn't disturb anybody I suppose. We drove to Glen Feshie.

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