Another day of u-turns and getting into a pickle. After a night of non-stop coughing for me (actually, make that a January of non-stop coughing 🙄), I had the perfect excuse to get out of the scary gorge walk, but I actually quite fancied it, as it looked so spectacular on the pictures.
We set off late morning, having waited for the sun to melt most of the frost. In front of us, two young lads marched ahead whilst smoking a joint…worrying thing was, they’d just got out of a car! It was a great walk in the sunshine and we soon came across a big suspension bridge which was quite exciting.
A bit of a rock scramble put me into alert mode, especially as soon after, the path became a shelf. It was ok for a while as despite a vertiginous drop, the trail was fairly wide and flat. However, we both came to a sudden halt when faced with an exposed corner of rocks with a pathetic bit of wire to hold on to.
It’s a definite NO from me and I can tell that even Guy is not keen. Shame, but we had to turn around. Guy’s rucksack nearly fell off as his shoulders were so slumped with disappointment!
We had our lunch on a picnic table in the warm sunshine, then I had the bright idea of driving to the carpark at the other end of the gorge to see if it was easier walking from that side.
53 minutes up and over on a single track potholed road that gradually got more snowy caused another u-turn. The alternative route took all afternoon – beautiful landscape, but such a long way. Another new but narrow road led to the carpark, trouble was, there were two big drainage channels running across the width of it. We’d scraped underneath the back end before we knew what had hit us! Trying different angles, we couldn’t get over it. The only way out was to reverse back up the steep hill with the reversing camera not working. I get to run ahead to check the coast is clear – they’d have heard me coughing anyway! 😂
So, we’ve given up with that idea now. Parked in yet another gorge for the night – plenty of birds of prey but no signal.
