Ok, so really this blog should be about documenting the training and progress of our planned journey but having discovered these gadgets I can't resist sharing them. In fact, this could be considered part of our trip wish list and anyone with recession-proof cash burning a whole in their pocket could easily donate to a good cause!
The nPower PEG
I've been looking at ways to keep phones and cameras charged during our time in the hills and have mainly focused on popular solar solutions like the Powermonkey Explorer. However, even in the Summer there are obvious disadvantages with relying on the sun.
The nPower PEG is the first portable power solution to efficiently harness kinetic energy to store a charge. It looks fantastic. All you do is stick it in your rucksack and day or night, it harvests the energy from your motion. As yet, there is not a RRP for the UK but it's expected to set you back about £100 or so. It can generate enough power to charge mobile phones for talktime, iPods and even iPads. It cannot generate enough charge for a laptop but then who's likely to take a laptop out into the wilderness?
I definitely think there is something to be said for being out in the wilderness, away from the ties to technology. However, I am considering this for the importance of safety and so that we can check in occasionally with loved ones. Being able to be tracked via GPS would also add an interesting element to the documentation of our trip, which brings me on to the next gadget...
The SPOT Connect
This is a clever little gizmo that allow GPS data, social network updates and emergency requests by using satellite rather than mobile network. By downloading the smartphone app and linking the phone and SPOT Connect together via bluetooth, you can stay in touch in remote areas.
Having just read Between A Rock And A Hard Place (now a Danny Boyle film called 127 Hours) I can understand the terrible risks that being in the middle of nowhere can pose. Aron Ralston made the schoolboy error of not letting anyone know where he was going when he set off to explore remote canyons in Utah. He became trapped by a boulder and gradually accepted his likely demise over 127 hours before cutting his arm off to escape.
What Aron could have benefited from was a device that allows a message to be sent to an international rescue centre where help could be dispatched to accurate coordinates. Maybe he could have sent help requests to friends and family with a less urgent but equally helpful feature of the gizmo. Or maybe he could have updated his facebook or twitter status as "Aron is not enjoying being squashed by a boulder. ...like?)
Anyway, this does seem like an interesting piece of kit and, although I imagine it's very power hungry, quite possible worth it for piece of mind as well as up-to-date publicising of the progress of a hike across Scotland.
Monday, 7 February 2011
After waiting what seemed like an eternity for Will to finish working ('working' from home - who actually does any work?) and the threat of Will having to pop into Aberdeen, we packed the car and set off... half a mile down the road to the Carriages Public Bar. As I watched Will sink a pint and two whiskies, I couldn't help but wonder whether my abstinence was actually part of my training or not. Maybe he knew something I didn't! Anyway, we finally pulled up at Suie Hill's car park and sorted ourselves out. Bearing in mind, our trip to Lochnagar had been snowed off and the forecast here was windy and wet, I dressed in my Tesco's sweat-retaining, waterproof trousers and my brilliant and gratefully received, wind and waterproof hand-me-down jacket. Will wore his trousers and fleece. Am I taking all this a little too seriously so far?
So, at 8pm we hiked over Suie Hill, Knock Saul and Satter Hill in what seemed like no time. This was the first time that I'd hiked across from this direction and was rapidly being lulled into a false sense of security, otherwise known as cockiness.
After some refreshments we hit the trail to Bennachie. Walking in the dark had it's pros and cons. On the up-side, not being able to see the horizon by tilting your head 60degrees skyward and squinting provides an ignorance to the distance that I can happily live with. On the other hand, I almost missed a small bridge and was close to getting very wet. Will later did the same but he was trying to find a song on his iPod so it really was his own fault.
It was soon after this that Will spotted Pixie Heaven, a secret land within the thick pine trees where the pixies had provided a luxurious bivvy spot for us to rest our weary legs. Being just over half way into the hike, it wasn't quite in the right place, so we pushed on. As we walked over Bennachie, I made the mistake of complaining about my tender groin. Will took this as a good reason to head back to Pixie Heaven. He was obsessed like a man onto a good thing at a pixie disco! It took all my weary strength to keep him going. Maybe I'm being harsh with the pixie disco comments. He seemed genuinely concerned about my groin.. which was nice.
We eventually scuffed our aching legs down Bennachie towards the Esson's car park looking hopefully for another Pixie Heaven. We found a close second in the trees and after some organising of kit, set our heads down for the night. As I drifted off to sleep a listened to the soothing sound of a small burn flowing nearby. I listened to the wind, gently whistling through the high peaks of wood. I watched the gentle sway of the trees as they move to and fro. And I though... what if one were to fall down while we slept?
The following morning we got up and cooked an appetising breakfast of bacon and squirty cheese and herb paste inside a soft white bap. Washing it down with a nice cuppa, one sugar and some powdered milk and we were on our way.
I discovered that several hours in a plastic bag does nothing to repair a man after a 12mile hike, nor prepare a man for another 12mile hike straight away. No amount of stretching would ease my muscles into what turned into quite a gruelling walk. The pack wasn't getting any lighter. It was still 30lbs and felt every ounce of it!
We walked and walked and were lucky enough to bump into an employee of Historic Scotland who distracted me from the pain in my legs by talking about all the ancient stones in the area. He was away up Satter Hill to have a look at an ancient stone. We decided to crack on, and I felt my knees again.
Ps, we did stop at Pixie Heaven on the way back and Will enjoyed froliking with the pixies. We managed to catch it on camera. Look closely and you might even spot a pixie!