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In 1992 Green Slime and a team of explorers set the first paddle strokes on the Tsarap Zanskar combo – an expedition in little Tibet. Opening up what has become a world classic.
Slime turned 70, and like the Queen, had one of his parties on the roof of a hotel in Leh over looking the Indus – perfect.
The Scottish mountains are old, older than the furthest reaches of comprehension. They do not expend their energies on the frivolities of spires and sharp peaks as their younger brethren do. Instead they simply rise out of the ocean and sit there obstinate, old and awe-inspiring. They are indifferent to your fleeting existence and this is all too clear as one stands in their shadow.
Our last trip to Scotland did not go to plan and was probably best described by the term ‘compound cluster-fuck’. This year we were keen to reduce the expletives used to describe our trip.
We arrived in much the same way as we had before; at night. In the darkness the mountains were shrouded by cloud illuminated only by our headlights and the ominous glow of the fuel light reminding us of the regrettable decision to not stop off in Glasgow. Despite this when the sun rose in the morning we were greeted by a sight I never believed I would see – Blue sky in Scotland. Looking out across the Loch we weighed up our options and decided with such beautiful weather the Etive would probably be the only river running.
A beautiful and sunny Glen Etive. Photos by Tom Clare of Tom Clare Photography
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