Day 14: Wheelie Bags
While I love every camp I have ever gone on, for me half the fun is the process of getting there. When the travel time to the campsite takes 6+ hours, 3 trains and two buses, I knew I was in for a good time. This was further confirmed when I realised my travel buddy planned on taking a wheelie bag with us to a campsite, and it felt like an apt metaphor for the planning of this adventure; **just** prepared enough to not do any serious damage. We hope.
I did mercilessly take the mickey out of Helen the entire trip for the bag. Helen was my tent buddy and closest friend going through scouts, and so there always has been expectations set about what is and is not good camping practise. Usually, wheelie bags don't make the cut. Regardless, this addition did make for a good photo.
Trains and busses make for excellent catch up time and the opportunity to natter about everything. Admittedly, so does hiking. After having not seen one another for 6+ months, it was no surprise that this is what we organised. 6 hours on various transportation did however, make us quite tired and make us start to question our own decision making abilities.
My own reasoning was called into question on our final bus trip, where I was initially too lazy to take off my hiking pack, resulting in my pack on the seat, and me kneeling on the floor in front. Can conclude, not a good idea.
Our fears were put aside as our bus worked its way into the countryside, and the instances of Helen proclaiming "magical" increased exponentially. The bus dropped us off at the end of the street to our campsite, the Great Langdale, and at this point we knew we had made the right decision. Almost in the middle of nowhere, but serviced by 3 local pubs in walking distance and an onsite corner store, we were relieved to know our location would support our *just enough* planning style. After setting up, it was off to the pub for dinner, admiring this view along the way.