A top up of fresh snow meant that we had to dig our way into the car park at the Red Burn, much to the consternation of a couple of innocent motorists who were trapped in the midst of our skitouring convoy. One was on his way to work and the other felt that his 4WD car would succeed where one of our party’s Subaru had failed. Nothing could be done to relieve their frustration until sufficient trenching had been done to shuffle the cars off the road into the freshly cleared car park. We must have made an absurb spectacle, stooping low as we dug feverishly using our short-handled snow shovels, like a troupe of dwarves.
Car to car skiing and cutting fresh tracks on Sgor Gaoith in the sun amply repaid our efforts. A great end to the winter? Maybe not, it’s only Friday!