There are mountain places I’m familiar with like work, home, local shop. They have narrative overlay. I walk as such through memories. Those memories are both real and illusory, not shared by others. I’ve seen such things, is the famous line at the end of Blade Runner. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All these moments are lost in time but while we inhabit them are the reason we live. The stories we inhabit.
Years ago this thought struck me very clearly on a high point in the Lake District. I’ve been here before, as I gazed across to previous trips. That summit, over there, weeks or months ago.
It’s a tough climb up here to Rhinog Fach. The last time I did it spring 2016 it was even tougher. I missed the track and meandered across the hillside battling thigh deep heather and rocky climbs. I wasted about thirty unpleasant minutes.
Coming back down here I’m usually tired. It’s where I start to feel I want the walk to finish. You reach the col at the bottom then back down to Cwm Nantcol. I like going but not going back.
This is, however, one of the good moments. It’s better enjoyed as you drop down the hillside.
Saturday January 7, 2017