The path becomes more obvious as you descend ... and still those mountains draw you one.
As I descended, I prayed to the gods of good weather. PLEASE don't force me onto my Foul Weather Alternative tomorrow.
I had a total of five Munros on my route. These were the first two, and I desperately wanted to have a crack at them.
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