|Ah - looks a bit like Stuart out for a stroll.|
|Sakari and Stuart preparing food|
|Stuart writing... poetry or a pragmatic plan of action?|
|Coffee break in the clear|
Looking down into the pounding action below it all looked a very dramatic and exciting landscape to enter until I imagined myself as another one of those rocks with the water rushing over me and so that option quickly evaporated. Looking over at the cliff on this side of the valley gave me a similar rush of adrenalin and I got that special little cold shiver that I last experienced at Tête Rousse staring up at the Grand Couloir on Mont Blanc a few years ago.
Stuart has some experience flying, has found himself in situations where fog is the most terrifying natural weather system you can encounter, and resisted Sakari's suggestion of going over the hill in the thickening fog until Sakari commented on the ' somehow across the river' option and in very easy to understand English said simply - 'It can't be done.'
So we started out over the hill, a fairly steep climb that took us scrambling up and into the fog away from the cliff edge by a comfortable margin and in less than half an hour as Stuart and I climbed over the hill we could see Sakari a comfortable distance ahead descending into the broad valley below towards the place where we would spend our next night.
|Open valley and campsite for the night|
|Rock and lichen I|
|Rock and lichen II|
|Rock and lichen III|
|Rock and lichen IV|
|Rock and lichen V|
|Rock and lichen VI|