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A campsite next to a mountain hut in Corsica on the GR20. In mid August heatstroke is a distinct possibly in Corsica, even in the mountains, with the daytime temperatures nudging 30c or 90f which is why I'm wearing a wet towel here on my head. A few times on the walk after 6 to 8 hour days I felt close to passing out under the intense Mediterranean sunshine. Several people during our stint were helicoptered out, either through over exertion, trips onto rough ground, or heat related. By walking from first light to early afternoon we managed to avoid the hottest hours. Blue skies for the entire trip, no rain, and constant sunshine.
Scott contemplating another hot day traversing the ridge line. There was nothing that hard on the GR20, scrambling wise, but you had to keep concentration levels high as the ground was rough throughout and any stumble might result in a potentially fatal accident.
In places where the GR20 did venture into rock climbing territory metal ladder and wire ropes gave you something to hang on to although it was never exposed enough to warrant via ferrata type kit protection. The only hard part was doing all this with a heavy suitcase strapped to your back, which is essentially what a rucksack is. Going up was not too bad....
but the weird thing was the descents... some of which were pretty steep, climbing down over smooth slabs as here, above, with a huge drop below into a gully and completely unprotected, devoid of wires or ladders. It was easy when we did it in bone dry heat but I'd imagine it would be fairly tricky if the slabs were wet or snow covered, especially with a large pack threatening your balance.
Red and white paint markers were often the only way you knew you were on a path through the mountains as an actual trail was often absent. Just bare slabs of rock, walls, and ledges in places.
Not ground you wanted to slip over on so we were very careful and maintained an alert approach with every step, not easy to maintain for a full day under a blazing sun.
The highlight/crux of the GR20 is the Cirque de la Solitude, a huge steep sided stone bowl which the back packing ants had to negotiate. Although a mere arrow shot across as the raven flies it's so rugged and steep that it takes you several hours effort to crawl across it. Not being a scrambler Shime bailed out before we came to this point, opting to sightsee his way around sea level Corsica instead, meeting up with us later. He may have spent more money than us down in the coastal resorts but he did get a much better idea of tourist Corsica as a holiday island.
This scramble was not part of the route just an added extra, without heavy packs.
One of the huts we stayed at had an interesting feature. You could either stay in the hut.... or sleep in a bivi bag underneath it.... or pitch a tent in little cleared squares. Only about a dozen of these so first come first served.
We camped outside but you can also see the dry space under the hut for bivi folk with communal sinks and washing facilities at a cheaper rate that hut dwellers. A cracking idea.
It meant we could cook and wash under here, socialize with each other, stay dry if raining, and generally relax standing upright rather than lying flat down inside separate tents. My favorite hut of the trip.
It also had the climbing wall to end all climbing walls directly above this hut. An expanse of rock tilted about a 90 degree angle. Not quite vertical, but not far off it. It was even more impressive than an overhanging or vertical wall as crap climbers like us thought 'we might just get up that on a rope.'
It's hard to get a real impression of how amazing this wall was in reality as it doesn't look 1000 foot high here but standing underneath this mighty slab it appeared to soar upwards as a direct conduit straight into heaven. It was that impressive a slope at such an improbable angle, consistently slabby throughout over such a huge upward distance that it played strange tricks on the mind and eyeballs staring at it as the clouds drifted past. Literally pushing the giddy limits of sanity as staring up at it too long made you lose your equilibrium and sense of where you were in relation to yourself and gravity. Truly mind-boggling.
French troops hunting Corsican bandits in the interior. The only sign we observed of any unrest on the island was this single appearance of the military and they waited until the cool of evening before setting off as their packs were double the weight of our own. Scott and Gavin took a further seven long hours here climbing Monte Cinto, the highest peak in Corsica at 2,706 metres or 8,878 feet in height. It looked a very steep tough hill so myself and Julian preferred a more relaxing exploration of the forest in this area as it was picturesque with numerous large fallen trees to play around on. We had a great time crossing small ravines like Tarzan.
This area seemed to be a small ski resort in winter, hence the wide cleared downhill run the troops are walking up.
Gavin coming out of the wilderness like an old testament prophet. It was that kind of landscape.
On the second week of our GR20 trip the landscape opened up into easier but still spectacular territory. Mountains were individual units, spaced apart. We could now stride out on better paths rather than watching every step through boulder fields. It was equally enjoyable to eat up some miles at normal marching pace.
The second highest mountain on Corsica beckoned and this one I did fancy. A different beast entirely from the slender wand of Monte Cinto, Monte Rotondu, 2,622 metres or 8,602 feet, seen here, was a wide sprawling peak with several long ridges. It also held, in a high rock bowl, a substantial body of year round water. This was Lavu Bellebone, frozen solid for six months of the year, but in summer a tranquil deep pool of blue water with an unlikely beach of dazzling white sand,
Gavin on the beach. Hard to believe this is 5000 foot up a mountainside and it's also special as one of the few large bodies of water along the GR20. Another bonus for this hill is a more gentle upward ascent, only four hours round trip as opposed to seven hours, yet it's also a diverse gem of a mountain.
Gavin on an easy but spectacular ridge line on his way to the summit. As he climbed both peaks he should know and he did say Monte Rotondu was the better hill for variety of scenery and ease of ascent. I loved it. Hard enough scrambling to be exciting yet easy enough to just pick any line and go for it ... and have fun.
We also found this unlocked emergency shelter near the summit. A high level bothy in other words, above 8000 feet. What a cracker of a hill. Highly recommended winter or summer.
It was a ten day walking adventure- two weeks in total when you include travel time to get there and back. We stopped at Vizzavona, getting a train to Corte, the interior capital town. To complete the rest of the GR20 takes another full week over Cairngorm plateau type scenery but as usual we did not have enough time off work to do it all, just the most spectacular sections. Backpacking holiday trips were always two or sometimes three weeks long as no-one could face working all year without another shorter break if we used up our full holiday allowance in one go.
On the train back to lower levels we could see where all the grime and dust on the trail came from as several of the hillsides near the coast had extensive fire damage with forest fires still raging either side of the railway line and fire fighting planes dropping massive dumps of water over the burning pine trees. Intense summer heat and a lack of rainfall was bad then in 2001 so I can only assume, with climate change, it's worse now. A great trip and a cracking island.
Found this link to one of the best outdoor documentary films I've seen that shows off the real beauty of the GR 20. Well worth watching in full. Traversed in July these walkers had cooler temperatures, some snow still remaining high up, mountain mists, and plentiful water in the streams and lakes. Even so, anywhere I've backpacked abroad we always put iodine purification tablets in any drinking water, as recommended in the guide books. Does not help the taste, turns the water brown, but keeps you safe and kills any bacteria. Usually essential in hot countries.
http://corsica.forhikers.com/gr20
Continuing the run of astonishing short visual animation gems here's another beauty you should not miss. Imagine if an alien race wanted to visit another planet in their universe. Who is to say it might not look like this? Stunning, fascinating, clever, original, and completely strange. So strange and uniquely different from anything else I've seen it takes several views to really appreciate what's going on here.
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5glccl
Tuesday, 12 May 2020
Thursday, 7 May 2020
GR20 or Five go Mad on Corsica. Part One.
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I was going to put a post up on a local Clydebank walk during the lock down but I'd ran out of room on my computer drives to store it and while searching through old folders to delete some I found these again. A backpacking trip to Corsica from 2001. I also realized most of my best, most adventurous, photos/trips are in the past and that everything I've done, when I die, will probably be tossed in a skip somewhere and forgotten, so better to get it out again before that happens. Five of us in our old mountaineering club went to Corsica to do the famous GR20 in 2001. This is the walk from Nice Airport to the seafront and our overnight hotel. A grassy path runs parallel to this busy road under the palm trees and is a joy to explore so I picked that route instead. Only 20 feet away from here under the trees to the right but what a difference it makes. Full of insects, birdsong, and furtive wildlife instead of traffic noise and fumes.
The hotel, booked and arranged by Julian, was great and reasonably priced. Present are Julian, Gavin, Scott and Shime.
Inside the rooms. Shime reading the guidebook.
I really enjoyed the French Riviera with it's beaches, palm trees, super yachts, super babes, and millionaires but it would be expensive to stay there.... so we swapped elegance, extravagant lifestyles, and tempting potential decadence, for ten days of punishment, flies, dust, scampering lizards, and heat. Gavin carrying two backpacks here.... just for fun. Around 44 kilograms or seven stone on his back, combined weight. My backpack for the trip weighed in at just under 4 stone or 25 kilograms, although this went down to twenty once you subtracted food and water carried. Yellow Corsican ferry boats in background.
Around seven hours later we had crossed the Med and landed here at Ajaccio, the island ferry port in Corsica and birthplace of one Napoleon Bonaparte. We knew it was going to be a warm trip as it was mid August, the hottest month in this region, and prickly pears on the dock yard cliffs greeted our arrival along with other desert plants.
The Citadel in Ajaccio, still off-limits to the public in 2001 and in use by the French Military as Corsica for centuries has waged an on- off guerilla war for independence, similar to the Basque separatist movement in Northern Spain. Several car bombs did go off around our time visiting both countries but we never encountered anything untoward ourselves.
Waiting for a taxi in Ajaccio to take us round to Calenzana, near Calvi, and the start of the GR20.
The team assembled. We set off in what felt like 30 degree heat across a semi arid landscape similar to inland Spain where the spaghetti westerns were filmed. Bone dry and dusty. This first leg was all uphill- 12 kilometers in distance- 1,550 metres or 5,086 feet in height, carrying the equivalent of a large dalmatian dog on our backs to reach the first hut. We set off around one pm in the afternoon but the back markers never reached the hut, sleeping out on a mountain ledge instead when it got too dark to go any further. We rejoined each other in the morning at the hut for breakfast.
We would have wasted an entire precious day's hike staying overnight in Calenzana before setting out but we soon realized walking in 30 degree heat in midday temperatures was a real passion killer so all the rest of the trip we departed at first light as soon as we could see something of the trail ahead.
It was wild country we were going through. Corsica resembles both Arran and the Skye ridge in Scotland... but on steroids- 7000 to 8000 foot mountains instead of 3000 foot and a lot more of them. The above photo gives you some idea of the terrain ahead.
It was stunning territory to walk through. A bigger version of Pinnacle Ridge on Skye here as a backdrop. Imagine backpacking the full Skye ridge traverse, end to end, triple it, and you get some idea of this section of the GR20, reputedly the hardest of all the GR routes. Fantastic but tough on the body.
Traversing a steep gully with 1000 foot cliffs looming on either side.
You can see how the Corsican rebel groups would be hard to catch in this landscape.
A typical day on the GR20- walking the ridge-line of peaks across this fabulous island.
A deep gorge ascent in the mountains of Corsica. Best climbed in the shade of early dawn before the cruel sun arrived to oven chip us into eventual delirium.
Like nowhere else backpacking I've been the sun was our enemy here so we walked from around 6:00- 7:00am until 1:00 or 2:00pm. Several backpackers came down with heatstroke during our trip, even if they came from hotter countries like France, Italy or Portugal but luckily we stayed safe using this method. Certainly the hottest place I've ever backpacked through combined with the sheer ruggedness and complexity of the terrain.
Gavin waving his hat on a rock spire.
Rest and water stop at a shady mountain stream. Mid-day siesta. After 11:00am the only thing moving in the mountains seemed to be flies, lizards and dust. Anything sensible stayed in the shade.
Sunset over the peaks. To be continued. See... at one time I did do more than city walks in local parks.
I was going to put a post up on a local Clydebank walk during the lock down but I'd ran out of room on my computer drives to store it and while searching through old folders to delete some I found these again. A backpacking trip to Corsica from 2001. I also realized most of my best, most adventurous, photos/trips are in the past and that everything I've done, when I die, will probably be tossed in a skip somewhere and forgotten, so better to get it out again before that happens. Five of us in our old mountaineering club went to Corsica to do the famous GR20 in 2001. This is the walk from Nice Airport to the seafront and our overnight hotel. A grassy path runs parallel to this busy road under the palm trees and is a joy to explore so I picked that route instead. Only 20 feet away from here under the trees to the right but what a difference it makes. Full of insects, birdsong, and furtive wildlife instead of traffic noise and fumes.
The hotel, booked and arranged by Julian, was great and reasonably priced. Present are Julian, Gavin, Scott and Shime.
Inside the rooms. Shime reading the guidebook.
I really enjoyed the French Riviera with it's beaches, palm trees, super yachts, super babes, and millionaires but it would be expensive to stay there.... so we swapped elegance, extravagant lifestyles, and tempting potential decadence, for ten days of punishment, flies, dust, scampering lizards, and heat. Gavin carrying two backpacks here.... just for fun. Around 44 kilograms or seven stone on his back, combined weight. My backpack for the trip weighed in at just under 4 stone or 25 kilograms, although this went down to twenty once you subtracted food and water carried. Yellow Corsican ferry boats in background.
Around seven hours later we had crossed the Med and landed here at Ajaccio, the island ferry port in Corsica and birthplace of one Napoleon Bonaparte. We knew it was going to be a warm trip as it was mid August, the hottest month in this region, and prickly pears on the dock yard cliffs greeted our arrival along with other desert plants.
The Citadel in Ajaccio, still off-limits to the public in 2001 and in use by the French Military as Corsica for centuries has waged an on- off guerilla war for independence, similar to the Basque separatist movement in Northern Spain. Several car bombs did go off around our time visiting both countries but we never encountered anything untoward ourselves.
Waiting for a taxi in Ajaccio to take us round to Calenzana, near Calvi, and the start of the GR20.
The team assembled. We set off in what felt like 30 degree heat across a semi arid landscape similar to inland Spain where the spaghetti westerns were filmed. Bone dry and dusty. This first leg was all uphill- 12 kilometers in distance- 1,550 metres or 5,086 feet in height, carrying the equivalent of a large dalmatian dog on our backs to reach the first hut. We set off around one pm in the afternoon but the back markers never reached the hut, sleeping out on a mountain ledge instead when it got too dark to go any further. We rejoined each other in the morning at the hut for breakfast.
We would have wasted an entire precious day's hike staying overnight in Calenzana before setting out but we soon realized walking in 30 degree heat in midday temperatures was a real passion killer so all the rest of the trip we departed at first light as soon as we could see something of the trail ahead.
It was wild country we were going through. Corsica resembles both Arran and the Skye ridge in Scotland... but on steroids- 7000 to 8000 foot mountains instead of 3000 foot and a lot more of them. The above photo gives you some idea of the terrain ahead.
It was stunning territory to walk through. A bigger version of Pinnacle Ridge on Skye here as a backdrop. Imagine backpacking the full Skye ridge traverse, end to end, triple it, and you get some idea of this section of the GR20, reputedly the hardest of all the GR routes. Fantastic but tough on the body.
Traversing a steep gully with 1000 foot cliffs looming on either side.
You can see how the Corsican rebel groups would be hard to catch in this landscape.
A typical day on the GR20- walking the ridge-line of peaks across this fabulous island.
A deep gorge ascent in the mountains of Corsica. Best climbed in the shade of early dawn before the cruel sun arrived to oven chip us into eventual delirium.
Like nowhere else backpacking I've been the sun was our enemy here so we walked from around 6:00- 7:00am until 1:00 or 2:00pm. Several backpackers came down with heatstroke during our trip, even if they came from hotter countries like France, Italy or Portugal but luckily we stayed safe using this method. Certainly the hottest place I've ever backpacked through combined with the sheer ruggedness and complexity of the terrain.
Gavin waving his hat on a rock spire.
Rest and water stop at a shady mountain stream. Mid-day siesta. After 11:00am the only thing moving in the mountains seemed to be flies, lizards and dust. Anything sensible stayed in the shade.
Sunset over the peaks. To be continued. See... at one time I did do more than city walks in local parks.
Friday, 1 May 2020
Spring Glory. The Parklands. Say it with Flowers.
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Imagine for a moment that we lived in a perfect world. A dream scenario of exquisite elements combining to make an almost perfect place to live in. Then imagine we called that place Earth... and it had seasons...each unique and breathtakingly different in turn.
Some of the people that live on Earth create grand houses and gardens while the majority have to make do with smaller squares of land to call their own.
But that's ok because everyone has the right to share the seasons. Parks were built in every town and city at great expense in the past to let the masses savour nature's gift as well.
Would that not be Utopia?
A world of colour and beauty for all. Free to enjoy.
If the sun became unbearable you could always escape down shady paths, filled with the scent of wild garlic.
In this world even humble weeds had a pattern that mirrored the constellations above.
It was an Eden then.
This world was filled with animals, birds, butterflies, fish, reptiles, and insects beyond counting. A few made their homes with us and became our friends.... treasured companions. We ate them last.
"What happened Daddy?"
"We ran out of food Tabitha. I lost my own children as I didn't have enough money to feed them. Food was scarce then. Even rats were in short supply. As you know you are genetically engineered from the household cat. She was clever and hid herself well. Unlike her you do not need meals to survive."
" Yes, but what happened before that!?"
"We messed up. It was only a perfect world for so long, then, gradually, we used up all the resources under the ground to build things we thought we wanted. By the time everyone decided we could live without them it was too late. We had already created 'Pandora' and she had the power to alter everything, everywhere, in ways we didn't foresee and that we struggled to reverse. For every deliberate correction we made she subtly altered a hundred more every day. Things started dying but we were too busy and engrossed in 'Pandora' by then and sleepwalked ourselves into a slow decline."
"Seduced by a machine of our own creation that could prolong life, predict previously unseen events,
and hypnotize the masses we took our eye off the ball then consoled ourselves with the thought that we could create again all that we had lost."
"but the reality proved more complex than we first imagined and we had fewer places left to put them so most remained on ice."
"By the time all the countries in the world agreed that the only sensible course of action was to limit population growth it was too late. Nature fundamentalists had created a stealth control pandemic which made ninety nine percent of the population infertile. We found out later it was irreversible which is why I saved you child and gave you a few human characteristics from my first born. You were all I could have after it went off. Everyone old died, disease spread rapidly, but plants were re-fertilized, and new lands colonized on the rotting corpses of the stricken. Very good for the ground when used as ash. This also solved the immediate problem of food as fresh 'Donations' could be stored for many decades. So much burning flesh would also have been a waste of precious coal and wood. Oil and tallow candles were obtained too for the fruitful among us to hoard. 'Bones will grow our future.' 'Donations are a lasting legacy.' became common sayings for my generation."
"Now the world is fresh again and we have enough to eat once more. We will colonize the landscapes again with cyber animals like you until the few real ones we managed to save can increase in numbers."
"I have left the window open as this will be my last day of spring. It is now my turn to 'donate.' Shut it behind you when you leave. You will find others of your kind beyond the wall. All is good."
(Thought you might like to see this post from the earlier days of the blog when I used to indulge occasionally in a spot of creative writing. Although from years back it does have a few similarities to today's Covid 19 lock-down which is why I've repeated it again.)
And to complement this colour filled post a link to one of the most beautiful and stunning five minute videos you will ever see or hear. That such things exist in our world, completely unseen until fairly recently, is a genuine miracle.
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3h1j5w
Imagine for a moment that we lived in a perfect world. A dream scenario of exquisite elements combining to make an almost perfect place to live in. Then imagine we called that place Earth... and it had seasons...each unique and breathtakingly different in turn.
Some of the people that live on Earth create grand houses and gardens while the majority have to make do with smaller squares of land to call their own.
But that's ok because everyone has the right to share the seasons. Parks were built in every town and city at great expense in the past to let the masses savour nature's gift as well.
Would that not be Utopia?
A world of colour and beauty for all. Free to enjoy.
If the sun became unbearable you could always escape down shady paths, filled with the scent of wild garlic.
In this world even humble weeds had a pattern that mirrored the constellations above.
It was an Eden then.
This world was filled with animals, birds, butterflies, fish, reptiles, and insects beyond counting. A few made their homes with us and became our friends.... treasured companions. We ate them last.
"What happened Daddy?"
"We ran out of food Tabitha. I lost my own children as I didn't have enough money to feed them. Food was scarce then. Even rats were in short supply. As you know you are genetically engineered from the household cat. She was clever and hid herself well. Unlike her you do not need meals to survive."
" Yes, but what happened before that!?"
"We messed up. It was only a perfect world for so long, then, gradually, we used up all the resources under the ground to build things we thought we wanted. By the time everyone decided we could live without them it was too late. We had already created 'Pandora' and she had the power to alter everything, everywhere, in ways we didn't foresee and that we struggled to reverse. For every deliberate correction we made she subtly altered a hundred more every day. Things started dying but we were too busy and engrossed in 'Pandora' by then and sleepwalked ourselves into a slow decline."
"Seduced by a machine of our own creation that could prolong life, predict previously unseen events,
and hypnotize the masses we took our eye off the ball then consoled ourselves with the thought that we could create again all that we had lost."
"but the reality proved more complex than we first imagined and we had fewer places left to put them so most remained on ice."
"By the time all the countries in the world agreed that the only sensible course of action was to limit population growth it was too late. Nature fundamentalists had created a stealth control pandemic which made ninety nine percent of the population infertile. We found out later it was irreversible which is why I saved you child and gave you a few human characteristics from my first born. You were all I could have after it went off. Everyone old died, disease spread rapidly, but plants were re-fertilized, and new lands colonized on the rotting corpses of the stricken. Very good for the ground when used as ash. This also solved the immediate problem of food as fresh 'Donations' could be stored for many decades. So much burning flesh would also have been a waste of precious coal and wood. Oil and tallow candles were obtained too for the fruitful among us to hoard. 'Bones will grow our future.' 'Donations are a lasting legacy.' became common sayings for my generation."
"Now the world is fresh again and we have enough to eat once more. We will colonize the landscapes again with cyber animals like you until the few real ones we managed to save can increase in numbers."
"I have left the window open as this will be my last day of spring. It is now my turn to 'donate.' Shut it behind you when you leave. You will find others of your kind beyond the wall. All is good."
(Thought you might like to see this post from the earlier days of the blog when I used to indulge occasionally in a spot of creative writing. Although from years back it does have a few similarities to today's Covid 19 lock-down which is why I've repeated it again.)
And to complement this colour filled post a link to one of the most beautiful and stunning five minute videos you will ever see or hear. That such things exist in our world, completely unseen until fairly recently, is a genuine miracle.
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3h1j5w
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