Today, an intrepid group of five headed up White Queen to build a trail. More accurately, to scope it out, flag it, take down some branches etc. and generally find our way to the top.
In other words, four hours and 15 minutes of bushwhacking going up and another three or so hours coming down.
Personally, I consider it a BW4 – three or more scratches all of them dripping blood.
For some reason, Chris kept saying that it was practically a trail and Dave said it was a BW0.5 – don’t believe a word either of them says.
We went through alder up to our chins and higher, we fought our way through rhodos and clambered up rocks and…. generally laughed a fair bit when we weren’t wiping up wounds or complaining about pain – or arguing about which direction was the best one to go.
All-in-all – par for the course for trail-buiding.
That we made it to the top was a triumph.
This is going to be a beauty of a trail. In the summer, White Queen is almost as gorgeous as she is in the winter. I can’t believe I’m saying this but yes, I loved the day. What a great team of people to share it with.