Two years ago today, I completed my first Munro. Mount Keen. It had been a scorcher of a day travelling up Glen Esk, but the weather came in and the plateau wasn't clear. I cared not a jot.
It took me about 6 hours, met some folk, and experienced a glow when my first Munro was finished.
Tabbing it up Glen Esk, past some chaps repairing the track.
Stopped to explore the incongruous Queen's Well.
Up the Ladderburn.
The view down Glen Esk.
Clambering over the rocks to the summit.
Pose for the self-timed camera snap.
On the way back down, a gap in the cloud revealed a dear sneaking past. Stopping later to allow an ascending walker up, he said "this is my first"; "that was my first" says I.
I failed, however, to contact anyone to let them know about my conquest until I was back within mobile phone range. Strange feeling not being able to use a mobile phone when mobile.

