I did it again!
I think I could have the best map in the world, with pictures and instructions + distance all the way and I would still get lost!!!
I am a lost cause, really!
Yesterday was my day off and so I thought it would be nice to run (well it was more a hike to be honest) up Ben Ledi here in Callander.
So I dropped off the babies at school and drove the 5 minutes over to the small car park where the actual route starts.
Me being me, took the cycle route instead of the route to the left which would have brought me straight to the main route until you hit the little gate up to Ben Ledi.
After 20 minutes of running along the cycle path I decided I should go up left now. I had the feeling I was wrong so I thought I have seen something like a faint trail through the spinney and ended up on a large area with chopped down trees, Ben Ledi to my left.
Bolt as I am I climbed over trees until I finally hit the actual trail.
So up I went the mountain. Believe me guys and girls, though I was in shorts and the temperature around 1C on the lower grounds, my legs worked so hard, I didn’t feel the cold at all.
Occasionally on the lower bits I was able to run a bit.
There where 3 more big climbs and before the last one I was already cursing in my head, saying that there better be the cross when I reach (what looked to me, like the other two times) the summit.
It was already getting much colder and I hit snow, so it was time to put my hood up (my OMM Kamlaika jacket did not let me down and kept me warm with a fleece underneath) and get my gloves (thin merino which was just fine) out of my bag. Warm and toasty I kept on climbing.
Finally while marching up the big rocks I reached the summit and the cross. Unfortunately the sun was not high enough to reveal nice views so all I saw was clouds, but still beautiful enough.
To make matters not worse I retract my steps, had some chats with other hikers until I hit the actual path at the foot of the mountain.
So I thought to myself, lets follow this one which I did but when it kept on turning right and higher and higher I was certain I was wrong- again (it turned out later I wasn’t).
But I also didn’t want to run all the way back. So I did the only logical and lazy thing:
I walked cross country, straight down to where I heard the river and where the cycle path is.
I can’t even tell the amount of times I nearly lost my trainers in the knee deep bog and ice colt waters, not to mention the scratches from the bushes.
If someone has seen me, they probably had a good laugh.
But eventually after I chopped my way through the undergrowth, I reached the cycle path again and when I reached the car park, what did I see?
The path I should have taken instead of the cycle path. The one where I thought was wrong…. unbelievable….
That happens when you get too excited! You just don’t open your eyes…. well at least I don’t.
Probably will happen again.
That is fine.