The only bog I want to see from now on is white and made of porcelain (anon)
Before karmic predictability brings the awards for the mountain highs I am proud to present the gold winner of our Snowdonia hiking teams’ lowest experience:
Gold winner: spongy bog
The bog and lack of opportunites it ironically supplied for private, midgeless, ‘wild wees’ were the lowest point of our Tryfan hike.
The bog on Tryfan is high up, soon after the relief of summiting. It’s relatively flat open land on a gently curving ridge. See how pretty it looks:
It’s like walking on a sodden sponge
schhhhlllllop….. ….schhhhhlllllup…. ….sccchhhhhhhhhhllllllllop
There were times when I wanted to use both of my hands to pull my foot out from its last step. Thank goodness for waterproof, tightly tied-on boots. One walker demonstrated that his 6ft pole was easily swallowed by the bog, just a few feet away from our trail. That depth of water could easily submerge everyone of our party. We cautiously stayed on-trail, behind our guide. Hmmmm…. …..nice firm looking bottom ahead…..
All this water and nowhere to pee in privacy, not a pert little boulder or little rise to sneak behind. The sound of schlurping water taunted our middle-aged bladders. 10 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour on the bog…. it just goes on and on and on….
The bog broke our spirits as surely as chinese water torture.
This experience achieved ‘3 Frowns’ on the Wendy House rating scale – Ratings explained