Crag Hill, 17 November 2018
Taking advantage of good weather this weekend, we went to the Lake District on Friday. We often leave home on Friday evening to wake up in the mountains and have whole day for walking. Somehow we have not been to North Western fells of the Lakes before.
We had unexpected difficulties with parking. The place we chose on google maps had double yellow lines, and the car park nearby did not allow overnight parking. Fortunately, we found a roadside place to leave the car. We walked up for about an hour. We did not find the right path in the darkness and had to climb a steep slope to get back to the path. We camped at the top of Hobcarton End. We were ready to go to sleep by midnight, which is not too bad taking into account that we only left home at half-seven. Our camping spot was excellent, the ground was dry and soft and we had a good night. We woke up at sunrise which is not too early at this time of year, around 8am.
Sunrise at 600 m above the sea. The valley is under a blanket of fog.
The view towards the heart of the Lake District.
The hill on the left is Blencathra, the town in the valley is Keswick.
We spotted a decorated fir tree by the path. The Christmas decorations must have been here for a while, as some baubles were blown away by the wind and left lying on the ground.
Despite unbroken sunshine, it was quite windy. It took a while for the fog to disperse.
A scene from a fairy tale.
We got to a popular path near Grisedale Pike. The path was pretty crowded.
We went down a steep slope of Sleet How (on the left in the picture) into the Coledale Beck valley and climbed up the Scar Crag ridge. We were now walking in the opposite direction of the popular walking route.
The path zigzags up Crag Hill, our highest point today.
The wind chill is compensated by the sunshine.
The rocky Gasdale Crags are flanked by rolling hills.
Our last hill, Hopegill Head. Strong wind made it hard to stay upright - and there was a steep rocky slope to descend. We followed the ridge to go over another hill and then went down towards the forest.
Looking back at Hopegill Head with a steep rocky slope. Another hour and we got to the car. While crossing a stream, we dropped a walking stick. It quickly floated away.
We stopped by the Bassenthwaite Lake to look at the sunset.
This was a great walk. The cold autumnal wind was more than compensated by the dry and sunny weather. The sunrise in the morning was amazing.