Trip out
It was a wild and typically Skye day yesterday with intense showers and ferocious winds. I thought a perfect day to go high on Blaven. I'd always wanted to see the Great Prow , so followed the roaring streams ever upwards. Rivers of water turned into rivers of moving stones as I struggled up the never ending scree slopes . The wind was getting ridiculously strong as I got higher, so sought shelter under the steepling buttresses. It was a wild Trip Out. I got blown over quite a few times, and was frequently submerged in a sea of scree on the way down. Every inch of me is bruised today. At one point I had one leg sliding down and the other above my shoulder. I didn't realise I was that flexible. Just to end a wonderful adventure perfectly I managed to slip and fall at the last stream crossing.
A brilliant Trip Out, by British Sea Power.
Trip out
It was a wild and typically Skye day yesterday with intense showers and ferocious winds. I thought a perfect day to go high on Blaven. I'd always wanted to see the Great Prow , so followed the roaring streams ever upwards. Rivers of water turned into rivers of moving stones as I struggled up the never ending scree slopes . The wind was getting ridiculously strong as I got higher, so sought shelter under the steepling buttresses. It was a wild Trip Out. I got blown over quite a few times, and was frequently submerged in a sea of scree on the way down. Every inch of me is bruised today. At one point I had one leg sliding down and the other above my shoulder. I didn't realise I was that flexible. Just to end a wonderful adventure perfectly I managed to slip and fall at the last stream crossing.
A brilliant Trip Out, by British Sea Power.