Sharp rocky peaks obscured in fog, rising above toned out yet vibrant valleys: landscapes I’ve been dreaming about visiting for quite a while. I’ve fulfilled it this month.
I had marked several places that would fit into the mentioned description up in Scotland and further north on the Faroe Islands. But then, one night when my friend and I threw ideas for a trip, and he mentioned the Lake District. Our schedules had an open space for a few days, so the goal was an attractive spot where neither of us has been before, the closer to London, the better. “There should be some neat hills,” he added. I looked up the name, and no further discussion was needed.
My duty was to prepare a program on what to do there, so I checked the map to see what’s where and put together a plan. I also learned that the Lake District is the largest national park in England and home of England’s highest mountains, deepest and longest lakes. We took off around 5 the next morning, and we entered the park by lunchtime…
..and just a bit later, we were at the trailhead of our first hike.
Our goal was to see Helvellyn, England’s third tallest point.
Although it was cloudy, the views were breathtaking.
There were plenty of neat compositions with rocks...
... and lakes.
Considering the name of the mountain and this view of the steep path ahead of us, one would expect to see golden gates to Valhalla at the summit.
But the top was covered by dense mist, with Odin nowhere to find. However, there was this cross - a great spot to hide from strong winds.
Helvellyn is one of the most popular peaks in the park; so, we weren’t alone on the top.
The mountain is a part of a range with steeps edges from each side.
We opted for a different path down than the one we used to get up. These piles of rocks were great for orientation; otherwise, it would be challenging to keep on track in the current conditions.
As we went down, we got out of the clouds.
The path had no traffic. It was just us, and sheep grazing on the slopes.
It’s such a joy to visit a place like this one.
Once we got back to the parking lot, we had supper and went to a campsite further west; closer to the destination I marked for the next day.
Published by: Jakub Stepanovic in Stories