I reluctantly bade farewell to the roaring fire and headed out into the drizzle - a night of discomfort for me! I drove along to Callop and parked up, while adopting the heavy pack - ooft! It had been a while and gone was the 10-litre rucksack with the 40-litre topped up with comfiness and beer. The path was excellent and I made good progress until the steep walk up on to Meall na Cuartaige, a shapely bump that separated me from the bealach before the final climb to my objective. It was raining more persistently now but my new waterproofs were doing the job. At 2000, and at grid reference 903762 (approximately), I found a flat area and got the tent up in minutes. I settled down for the night, called my wife and listened to the elements. Bliss. I read a great quote recently "To be alone on a ship's bridge at night, forging through blackness, is to experience almost at knifepoint the mysteriousness and overwhelmingness of the universe." This felt very similar and I contemplated life while supping on some Chew Chew beer. It was lights out at 2230 and off to sleep.
The next morning, it had settled down and I had a decent view back to my camp, with Meall na Cuartaige towering behind it. The walk up on to the Corbett proper was bliss as I left the pack behind and I decided to leave the 2nd hill for another day, as the cloud cover wouldn't permit a view. Of course, on the return back to the car, blue skies emerged but I was satiated with another great wee camping experience and my 105th Corbett.
