Hour upon hour, veteran hiker Cookie put up with my quivering and clumsy footed nervousness. Slowly easing me along peak, and path, peril after peril. Calmly pointing out foot holds ( I’m only 5ft 1 ish, so my legs don’t stretch far! ) and physically hauling me up the high steps I couldn’t negotiate. “Damn you short arse!!” I kept shouting. Frustrated with my body for not being having the required fixtures and fittings. But on we went. And made it we did. To the top. Finally! Finally, I could stop holding my breath…
The trickiest bit of the day was the descent from Little Rintoul to the saddle. Very steep and unstable. I thought it was going to be more of a scramble, but there wasn’t much solid rock to cling on to. Once down a bit, I was surprised the route didn’t follow the top of the saddle, that’s what it looked like on the map? Instead the orange lolly pops sent us further down the mountain, underneath the saddle’s rocky cliffs on a combination and unpleasant scree and rocky bouldering. Making a bigger climb back up Rintoul than I thought! Here’s a quick doodle of the route.
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