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#callander
Up the hill past the waterfall Trippn thru bracken and gorse Fireweed lines the path Thru moss covered dense dark wood, no remorse 201m above see level, when shall I stop? Nettles coarse my legs as I step up over stone n roots Mist and dew cling to me As I clamber up the wood with climbing boots 220m now I think I see the top? The viewing seat beckons But the top is not the top And more steps needed I reckon 240 m now I see the top Views of Calandar town appear I can see 200 miles maybe more perhaps to England Heathers blossoms like veneer 245m I'm there My heart rate peaks at 170 beats per minute Scottish history below me Time to descend and create some more
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Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
Crag Path run