Day two : sunset from second camp Day three : dwarfed by the hills reasonably flat area conveniently placed at the get out , we declared this camp two , just 3km in a straight line from camp one . Later we watched the sunset as we digested Lynne ’ s excellent spicy sausage pasta .
We woke to another scorcher and to the hope that by lunchtime , our portage would be over . A kilometre of portaging , only slightly uphill and mostly roll-able , took us to the last loch of our approach route , Loch na Moine Beige . What a relief it was to reach that and paddle its sparkling waters knowing we were almost at Fionn Loch . Almost , for a final sting-in-the-tail , separated us from the big water , a 100m bit of boggy moor , well protected by the most awkward rocks so far at both get out and put in . We ’ d done it ; we ’ d reached Fionn Loch , almost exactly two days after setting off from Drumchork . Lunch was , of course , declared .
PADDLING AT LAST Ahead of us lay an afternoon of near-perfect loch paddling . As we headed out onto the open water , mountains gathering on three sides now , what breeze there was finally dropped away . This is a fantastic place , a big loch with no roads or habitation on its shores , that draws you onward into the wildest mountain country in Scotland . We could paddle happily out in the middle , take our time , stop , drift , chat , and soak up the sun in such conditions . Bliss indeed . Roughly following the northern shore ,
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