JOHN'S EXPERIENCE
I was camping up in the Cairnorms last year for the first time ever, and although I will go back again this year, I won't be doing what I did last year.
I was alone, and after three nights camping in the beautiful Glen before the really hard treck through the mountains, I decided to risk the Lairig Ghru, which is a huge, treachourous valley carved out below the highest peaks. It was hard going, and after the sun started dipping west, I decided that a night opposite Ben MacDhui was needed; I knew I wouldn't make it all the way through to Aviemore that evening.
I pitched my tent on the flattest bit of scrub I could find (even then it was quite marshy) and settled down to a night of misery. The day had been really hot, but that high up, the cloud soon came down and no matter how hard I tried, I could not get warm. I even tried lighting my camping stove inside the tent (not recomended) and it still wouldn't heat up. Not only that but the wind picked up and my tent spent the night being buffeted from one side to the other.
Some time later I finally got to sleep, only to awake with an intense feeling that there was something outside my tent. I tried to tell myself it was deer, but I knew it wasn't. Not only that, but on the short ocassions when the wind wasn't howling around the tent, I heard something else. I thought it was goats, and faraway music. I tried to tell myself it was someone camping further up the pass. But I suppose you just know when things aren't right, and I spent the rest of the night fighting the terrors that were making me paranoid.
As soon as the cloud cover broke a little the next morning, I packed up and headed off to Aviemore, feeling much better as I left the peaks of the mountains behind me. I had never heard of the Big Grey Man of Ben MacDhui before, and I only looked up Legends of the Cairngorms on the internet when I got home to see if there were any simiar reports.
I was horrified to find that there were. I don't have any explanation about what was up there, but I do know that the reports of intense feelings of depression and morbidity happened to me also, and I can't explain it. I was having such a great time. I had no reason whatsoever to suddenly feel low or paranoid.
As for the music and the sensation that something was stalking around my tent. I don't even want to think about that.
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