|Day 3: A misty start|
The longest distance today; 16.75km, and I was up at first light. I was in my element! Moorland and mist for the early part of the morning, it could have been Dartmoor with duckboards, for all I knew! The air was cool, perfect for walking, and I happily ate up the distance across Pine Forest Moor, popping in and out of woodland.
There was no view to be seen at the Forth Valley Lookout, so on I went, into more forest.
|A murky Pine Forest Moor|
I then reappeared into more open moor, where the mountains were laid out before me.
|That patch of clearing on the middle left; Pelion Hut|
I could even see, in the distance, what appeared to be a large hut on the edge of a forest, looking out onto a vast grassy plain; this had to be New Pelion Hut. But seeing it, it was still a good few hours away.
I also spotted the Cradle Hut party, and eventually passed them just before Pelion Creek.
This next section, to Frog Flats, was a lengthy twisting and turning traverse around Mount Pelion West, through wet woodland. It took over an hour to finally reach the Flats.
|Paddy's Nut from Frog Flats|
Next up, was a climb, on boggy trail, up to Pelion Plains. I was now exhausted, and the sight of New Pelion Hut was a welcome one.
I was rattling around this large hut. With a full quota of Overlanders behind me, I expected some to skip Windermere, as the others had done, but no, not even a Ranger was close by.
Still, I enjoyed the solitude, and looked out at the vista of Mount Pelion, the other side of the plain, and when the sun had set, I made dinner, sorted my water supplies for the next day, then bed, listening to the hut creaking like a haunted house.
|Mount Pelion and the Pelion Plains|