Saturday, February 7, 2009

Anything, so long as it's Raspberry flavoured.

A week of gravel bashing, smashed knees, wet feet, a two hour day that became thirteen, flat car batteries, gummy, waist high river fording, no trail, being uncontrollably euphoric on a snow plateau, filthiest rock peak bag ever, night walking, being hot, being cold, being really badly sunburned, Geoff Spearpoint, sandflies, awkward huts, testing the limits of my tarp-tent, a horribly and painfully burnt bottom lip, glacier bashing, gaiter disintegration, crampon thrashing and just generally falling over.

The weather was OK.
I think I know what I'm doing.