mrssanta wrote:we stashed our tent one morning on the shoulder of Ben Sgulaird - it was windy so we put it in a nice sheltered place next to a rock. We were sure where it was on our return but it wasn't. Just as well we had marked it on the GPS or we would have been looking for it yet -- every rock looked the same!
We would have taken GPS, but had left the rucksacks with friends, so assumed we would recognise the spot, but we circled right round it. Just as well friends decided to go down, as they would have ha a very long wait. All the way down I was visualising the headlines "Obsessive hillbaggers leave 80 year old to die of hypothermia on Tryfan". G is probably fitter than us, having pushed his late wife's wheelchair for many years and maintained a huge garden, but he does get nervous on hills, Incidentally T and D told us they had brought their children up Tryfan when they were 10 and 7. Once at the top T said "I must have been mistaken, I'd never have brought them up here." But he has since looked at his photos and realised he did. Things look very different at different times.
