Day 3 - it's all about the wind

Did I mention that I got knocked off my feet by wind for the first time, on Day 1? Well, it has become a common occurence as of today.

We were first on the mountain this morning. Come early afternoon however, the winds had picked up so much that merely standing up required a major effort. By the time we made it back onto the trail to go home, it was gusting so hard that both of us got knocked down several times. One big gust bowled us both over, and we looked at each other splayed out prone in the scree, with big smiles. Smiles of a madman... or sheephunter; they are pretty close. I can't count the number of times we just had to hunker down, on hands and feet, on our knees; or the wind just pushed us over ten or twenty feet, with our feet scrambling to stay underneath the centre of gravity. Fun times! Dream tag!

Some well-meant advice: if you have never climbed a mountain before, don't put in for this tag!