Could this be the shortest “Tail” of all?


On Wednesday, July 20th, it rained.

It rained all bloody day.

It rained when we began our walk at the top of “The Rest and be Thankful”

It rained every step of the way up the Corbett, Ben Donich.

The Fatdog was ecstatic.

Cap’n Jack (a loather of warm summer weather) was elated.

I tried to look on the bright side.Β  At least I wasn’t going to be dehydrated.

It rained at the climb down, where The Fatdog’s ascent ended.

It rained as I reached the summit trig point.

It rained as I made my way back to where Cap’n Jack and The Fatdog were waiting for me at the top of the climb down.

It rained as Cap’n Jack made the down-scramble.

It rained as Cap’n Jack headed off into the mist to find the summit




…and now his mother tells me I’ve got to go back and find him!