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I think it took over 5 hours of nearly nonstop slogging to finally make it to treeline and a nice level meadowlike area below Cairngorm. By then exhaustion had set in nicely and camp was made nearby. Refreshed and eager to push on, early next morning saw the ascent of the meadows soon to be replaced by gorgeous rocky expanses containing Upper Kerr Lake. It was situated in a sort of L shaped valley, a place which really funnelled the wind, but this was nothing compared to what was in store. Ptarmigan made this area their home and quite a few could be seen wandering the rockfields.
On returning to camp the wind had risen dramatically and in the distance my tent was trembling and wobbling to and fro. Little waves began rolling in from the lake, the sound fading as I reached the tent in time to prevent it from literally being blown away. It hadn't been pegged in very well, mostly due to the grainy, rocky nature of the soil. Firstly it was facing a direction which made it easier for the wind to throttle around, and since most of the pegs had been ripped up anyway, I just held on and gave it a twist. Pegs were bashed in and as many large rocks as possible were piled atop each one. I didn't need to be a meteorologist
to figure out that the weather, she was a changin'. Then the rain came,
but due to the increasing ferocity of the winds, the tent hardly got wet.
Oh, forgot to mention that my groundsheet had been blown from under the
tent before I got in. I'd go look for it the following morning and find
it in a wet crumpled heap under a distant boulder. The night would go down as one of the most frenzied sleepless ones ever spent in the Rockies. Blasts of wind, sounding like approaching freight trains roared off of distant cliffs before setting upon the tent hell bent. Legs braced the walls to prevent tent poles from being bent in but thankfully there were lulls between attacks. It was out there massing, building up resources, then to swoop down on the hapless tentbound schnook. Long, drawn out rolls of thunder echoed over the scene, which was incredibly loud here at an elevation of around 2400 m.
Story
and Photos submitted by:
John Boehm
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