Ridge walk, late August
We started early on a Friday and reached the first saddle by noon. The forecast promised clear skies and, for once, the forecast was right.
The second day was the long one: almost twenty kilometres along the ridge with very little shade. Evenings made up for it — the light after seven turned every hill into a layered cut-out.
A few frames from the trip are on the photos page. Next year I want to try the northern loop, which is shorter but has a proper climb at the end.
