| So Number Fifty turned out to be about the least planned Munro I'd ever climbed. Well, the drive was sunny, fast to Stirling, slow to Crianlarich, then faster again to Glen Coe. The sky was overcast when I got there, but the tops were all clear, so I set off right away. The climb was relatively easy and pleasant. My right knee, which had been funny all week, was no trouble. I was very happy, sitting munching the celebratory Mars Bar on top of Stob Dubh. The First Fifty had taken me 27 years. I estimated that the next fifty, begun that evening with Stob Coire Raineach, should take about 4 years. This was a pretty good estimate incidentally - four years later my count stood at exactly 100! |