PICTURES AND TRIP REPORTS FROM MY WALKS IN THE ENGLISH LAKE DISTRICT
With the weatherman saying Saturday would be clear and Sunday awful we had a ride up to Great Langdale and were rewarded with a super day.
Everything was a bit dull at valley level though. This is looking back from the path from the Old Dungeon Ghyll.
Crossing Dungeon Ghyll just before we followed the wall uphill
Looking up to Tarn Crag and the falls in Stickle Ghyll.
And a look back down. The snow was starting to make the already steep climb really hard work. We did our best to keep to the line of the path but really we just tried to find a route that held the least snow. As it happens the gpx track showed us we were virtually on the path most of the way up but it didn't feel like it at the time.
Nearing the top now and we were encouraged by the lightening skies.
And once at Stickle Tarn we had blue sky and no wind so the tarn was as still as I've ever seen it.
Pavey Ark reflection.
As we sat having a break the mist rose and covered the tarn.
Soon covering Pavey Ark.
But then as soon as it had appeared the mist moved away and we had blue skies again.
Stickle Tarn with Harrison Stickle behind and Pavey Ark to the right.
Sergeant Man our target for today.
Looking back to the inversion over Great Langdale.
Frozen Codale Tarn and Easedale Tarn with the Helvellyn/Fairfield group beyond.
Zooming in to St.Sunday crag.
Stickle Tarn catches the sun
The wind has carved some fantastic snow "dunes".
The powder snow was about knee high in most places with holes and drifts up to your middle. This made for incredibly hard walking or as Lynn put it " like doing step ups in the gym for seven hours".
On Sergeant Man now and the cloud has returned.
On our way across Martcrag Moor looking to the western fells..
Pike O' Stickle appears.
And seems to have it's own anti cloud force field.
Heading across Langdale Combe.
We were glad to reach the top of the zig zags down to Mickleden whilst we still had the light.
Pike O' Stickle from the bridge over Mickleden Beck.
Looking back to the familiar outline of the Rosset Pike ridge. We just about made it back before needing our headtorches.