Distance: 14km
Spoiler alert – NOT the romantic drought!
There is rain. It is raining! Drizzling in flurries all night long. I emerge from the bothy into a white wilderness, trying to be enthusiastic about this change in fortunes. I mean, it had to happen, didn’t it?
Outside, it’s not too bad. Not cold, and the rain is misty rather than heavy. In a way the timing is perfect, as the water boosts all the many waterfalls along the trail. The track is easy to follow, rocky and not slippery, so really it is ideal.
The highlight of the day is Grannda Falls, an area in which multiple falls cascade down into a cauldron like environment, the track spiralling steeply around the outside edge. The wetness of the environment brings out the intense green of the ferns and grass. It really is spectacular.
Onwards and it’s down, across a number of rivers on little bridges and a straightforward track into the town of Morvich.
The rain holds off just enough to set the tent up in a reasonably dry manner. With a shower and a can of Spaghetti Bolognese heated to boiling and in my belly, it’s been a lovely afternoon to catch up on a few adminstrative tasks for the upcoming days.
On my mind is what is renowned as being one of the most hair-raising parts of the walk – the Descent of Glomach Falls, which I am set to do tomorrow. I’m going to have to sleep on this one. I like you rain, but couldn’t you have held off for just a couple more days?
This article was first published on The Trek and can be found here