As I’ll be walking the South Downs Way in one month’s time and, having learned a few lessons along The Ridgeway last year, I’ve acted upon the decision to downsize from a 65 litre rucksack.
I’ve purchased the Montane Yupik 50 – a 50 litre pack that I’d been coveting for a while. In this post, I’ll share my initial thoughts with an overview. Prior to the purchase, I could find very little information available online.
It’s almost one month to the day of which I aim to be starting my six-day trek along the South Downs Way National Trail. I’m looking forward to the experience, even though I’ve only very recently sat down to plan my daily routes and the itinerary, with regards to camping along the way.
My inspiration for this post was found in a recent and brief online conversation with Alex Roddie on social media. Alex raised the idea that getting outside is being marketed as the simple ‘be all and end all’ solution for a world of people’s personal problems (as I understood it).
This is not something I’d previously considered but immediately, I felt a response and realisation growing within me that has provided the impetus for this piece of writing.
Following on from a recent post in which I shared with you seven of my hiking mistakes, I’m now going to reveal some of my personal successes that have made this year a memorable. Even though it’s not quite over yet and there is still time for more.
Going in to November, there was a chance that I would be able to break the one-thousand mile mark before the arrival of 2018’s final month… With an amount of time on my hands and a long-weekend trip to Dartmoor due, this opportunity was very strong indeed.
All the way back in December 2017, I led a group walk in the Black Mountains that I soon grew to regret. One weekend after snow had fallen heavily across the region, I found the mountain tops were covered and we were struggling through depths up to our knees for much of our day. That’s without mentioning the rain waiting for us before we had a chance to put our boots on and the gale-force winds arriving from the east.
I’d thought about repeating the same route but have always held reservations over the small car park at Black Hill. So, for this outing, I decided to park elsewhere and lead a longer route along different paths.
Forty-eight hours earlier, we’d conquered Tryfan and the Glyderau. A day of scrambling and hiking across less-familiar terrain. It’s almost as if that was in preparation for our final adventure in North Wales.
This was our last full day, ahead of our final night and then, heading home on the Wednesday. We drove in to Snowdonia for the second time in three days. We were destined to climb Snowdon. Not only that, we would journey there along the perilous knife-edge ridge of Crib Goch!