With my boyish enthusiasm I headed into the hills above Crianlarich yesterday. Even with many winters behind me I still get that burning desire to be in that clean and pure environment. With blue skies and a dusting of snow on the tops it certainly looked and felt like a winter day. The plants looked dry and tired; ready for a winter of hibernation. There were no little bugs to be seen and relatively few birds. The frost in some places prevented unpleasant bogginess (is that a word? If not it should be!). Once on the ridge I was in my happy place again. A few other folks had the same idea, not many mind. The ridge between An Caisteal and Beinn a Chroin is pleasant with same enjoyable rocky steps and even some neve and artistic icicles. The only downside is the 5km boggy walk down an otherwise perfect glen. No complaints really!