A Look At Stove Systems For Backpacking And Long-Distance Hiking

Using the original Jetboil in 2009

A lightweight backpacking stove system arrived for testing a few days ago, the third such new stove system this year, which set me thinking about the rise of these stove and pot combinations and why they are popular.

A stove or cooking system is basically just a pot and stove that come as a package. They’re not new. The methylated spirits/alcohol burning Trangia stove system dates back to 1951.

The original Jetboil in 2004

These days though stove system usually refers to a burner that runs on butane/propane gas canisters and a pot with a heat exchanger that fits on top of it. This system was first launched by Jetboil back in 2004 and was revolutionary as it increased boil times and reduced fuel usage. This was a significant development. Everything else I’m writing about derives from it.

The Jetboil Flash 1.0L, 2025

I had one of the original Jetboil stoves and used it on short trips but found it too heavy for multi-day ones despite the fuel efficiency. The first Jetboil became the Jetboil Flash five years later. I had one of those too. Further versions appeared, culminating in the Flash 1.0L just last year. This has a number of improvements but the same basic design. I reviewed it for The Great Outdoors magazine.

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The first Jetboil had a tall narrow pot that locked onto the burner, a cosy round the pot, and a Piezo igniter This became the template for this type of stove system and there are many similar designs.  The pots are usually around a litre in capacity, and the units are designed for boiling water rather than cooking.

The MSR Reactor in use in 2013

MSR came out with a variation on the design in 2007 called the Reactor. This has the same tower-like look as the Jetboil but has a radiant burner that glows rather than producing flames, no Piezo igniter, and no cosy. It’s very powerful, wind proof, and designed for melting snow. I’ve used it frequently for winter camping.

The Primus Lite, 2013

Venerable stove maker Primus (founded in 1892!) joined the stove system makers in 2013 with the first of the Lite series, the latest of which is the one that’s just arrived.

MSR Windburner with its original name, 2014

A year after the first Primus Lite MSR brought out the Windburner (originally called the Windboiler), a radiant burner stove system designed for more general usage. Like the Reactor and unlike the Jetboil Flash it has a regulated burner and performs better in the cold.

Melting snow on the Jetboil MiniMo in 2016

Also in 2014 the MiniMo was launched, the first Jetboil stove with a regulated burner. It also has a shorter, wider pot, which I much prefer for cooking and eating from, and quickly became my favourite stove system, though still a bit heavy for long trips at 378g.

The Jetboil Stash in 2021

Finally, just five years ago, Jetboil launched a stove system, the Stash, that I think at 200g is light enough to use on long-distance walks. It’s not a system like the Flash or similar ones. It’s really just a heat exchanger pot and a stove that are sold together. The pot doesn’t lock onto the burner and can be used with other stoves, and the stove can be used with other pots without need of any accessories. You can’t buy them separately though, which is shame as the burner isn’t regulated. I’ve used the Stash pot regularly with other stoves that are regulated, including on the Cape Wrath Trail, but I don’t recommend buying it just for the pot due to the high cost. I reviewed the Stash pot and stove for The Great Outdoors here.

Fire Maple Petrel G3 pot & Soto Windmaster Triflec stove in 2024

The Stash was a breakthrough in terms of system stoves for long-distance hiking. I’d previously thought of stove systems as good for short trips and for winter but not for longer trips. The Stash made me consider heat exchanger pots for every trip. However the only ones I knew about were quite heavy. The first lightweight ones were appearing though and I discovered a couple from Fire Maple. I started using these, putting together my own stove system, and was impressed. I wouldn’t be going back to ordinary pots. I wrote this piece about heat exchanger pots a couple of years ago.

The three Petrel pots, from the left: 800ml, G2, G3

At the time I wrote that piece only the first of Fire Maple’s Petrel pots with slots in the base for stove arms had appeared. This design improves stability and brings the burner closer to the pot for better wind resistance. There are two more Petrel pots now, both of which I posted about last year – here and here.  The wide Petrel Ramen 800ml pot is my favourite and a good alternative to the Stash pot. With stoves like the SotoWindmaster and MSR Pocket Rocket Deluxe and a Fire Maple Petrel pot you can have an excellent stove system suitable for year-round use, including snow melting.

This brings me to this year’s new stoves. The first to arrive was the Fire Maple Star X1 Pro. This has the now-standard tower design. It’s very powerful but weighs 555g. I made this little video about it.

Next came the Jetboil TrailCook 1.2L, which is basically an update of the MiniMo incorporating some of the improvements first seen on the Flash 1.0L and a ceramic pot. I gave my first impressions here and described my first use of it in this video.

For solo backpacking and long-distance hiking, the third new stove is the most interesting. The Primus Lite Ultra has the same burner as earlier Lite models but a much lighter pot that looks similar to the Fire Maple PetrelG3. At 238g without accessories like the canister stabiliser it’s in the same weight range as a Fire Maple Petrel pot plus stove or the Jetboil Stash. I made this little video about it but haven’t yet used it. It’ll go on my next trip.

I should mention the unusual MSR Switch Stove System, which came out two years ago. This looks like a heat exchanger pot and burner but isn’t. Instead, the pot has a rounded base with a cage around it that fits on the burner. I reviewed it here and found that the pot does speed up boiling over a standard pot but isn’t as fast or fuel efficient as a heat exchanger pot. 

MSR Switch, 2024

After the original Jetboil the most significant developments have been the Jetboil Stash and the Fire Maple Petrel G3 pot. Without them I would still be thinking of stove systems as suitable only for short trips or winter camping.

 

 

 

 

A Look At The May Issue Of The Great Outdoors

The May issue of TGO has a big feature on gear for wild camping. My contributions are reviews of four stoves - Fire Maple Petrel Titanium Ultralight, GSI Pinnacle Four Season, Alpkit MyTiBurner, & Robens Fire Wisp Solo Cook Set UL -, the Gregory Baltoro 65 pack, and the Alpkit Radiant sleeping mat. Another mat is reviewed by David Lintern - the Highlander Nap Pak Arctic.

Also in this section Fiona Russell and David Lintern review six two-person tents from Fjern, Big Agnes, Wechsel, Highlander, MSR, & Hilleberg with a first look at the updated Nemo OSMO Dragonfly.  Six three-season sleeping bags from Mont, Therm-A-Rest, Gruezi, Alpkit, Robens, & Big Agnes are tested by Steph Wetherell, David Lintern and Peter Macfarlane.

Four reviewers - Steph Wetherell, David Lintern, Peter Macfarlane and Juls Stodel - pick their favourite mini items of camping gear which range from a lantern and freeze-dried meals to tent pegs and a pump for inflating mats. There's also a first look at the Sigg Gemstone Food Jar and Steph Wetherell reviews the Charmast C2065 Power Bank.

Away from gear Hanna Lindon looks at ways to approach the National Three Peaks Challenge 100 years after it was first done, Louise Kenward explores the relationships disabled people can have with the outdoors, Minreet Kaur has a first wild camp in the Cairngorms, and Bella Falk goes on a Maasai-guided trek through Kenya's Loita Hills.

In shorter pieces Nadia Shaikh peers into pools for short crabs, Jon Moses of the Right to Roam campaign discusses the CRoW Act at 25, Jim Perrin looks at Ben Nevis for his Mountain Portrait, Vivienne Crow introduces the new Roof of England long-distance trail, and Juls Stodel considers where to go to be a hermit. The Skills section looks at new outdoor activities to try.

The theme of Wild Walks this month is big mountain challenges. Simon Stokes tackles the Cairngorms 4000s, James Forrest the Lakeland 3000s, Norman Hadley the Lakeland 800s, Richard Hartfield the Howgills 2000s, and Nike Werstroh the Surrey Three Peaks. Away from walks with numbers Ian Battersby undertakes the Durham Dales Challenge and Chiz Dakin the Nine Edges Challenge in the Peak District.

Fifty years ago I was on the Pennine Way, my first long-distance walk

Below Rakes Rocks. My first camp on the Pennine Way, April 7

On April 7^th, 1976, I set out on my first long-distance walk, a journey that was to set the pattern for the rest of my life. In the previous few years I had done plenty of day walks in the hills and a few one or two night backpacking trips. Now I wanted to find out what a longer trip felt like and whether I could complete one. I chose the Pennine Way, England’s first official long-distance path, which had opened eleven years earlier, probably because it was well-known, and also because it’s 270 miles/435 kilometres seemed the right length for a two-week trip. Stretching from the Peak District National Park up the chain of the Pennine hills and into the Cheviots before finishing just across the border in Scotland it promised a variety of landscapes and interesting walking, much of it in places I’d never been before.

My journal

I had no idea if I could do the walk or if I would enjoy it. On the train to Edale at the southern end of the trail I started my journal of the trip: “The doubts. Is the pack too heavy? Can I do it in 15 days? Am I healthy enough? Most important can I mentally cope?”. Only the answer to the first one was negative. Yes, the pack was too heavy. But otherwise the trip was a huge success. At the finish I wrote “this is definitely the way to live! I expect I’ll do it again and lots of different other walks – what a future. This is not really the end, this is just the beginning”. And what a future it has been!

I’d enjoyed the walk despite the generally wet and misty weather. My journal again: “Biggest disappointment I think was the fact that all the land traversed above 2,000 feet was in thick mist and I had no distant views at all. I think the atmosphere of being so close to nature for days on end matters as much as views”.

The guidebook I carried the whole way

Fifty years ago the world was very different of course. This was long before mobile phones or the internet. Away from roads and villages there was no means of communicating with the outside world. When you were alone in the hills you really were alone. Calling for help or advice was not an option. Navigation required careful use of map and compass. There were Pennine Way guidebooks though and I carried Wainwright’s Pennine Way Companion the whole way, poring over it eagerly in the tent every night and writing notes in the log section.

Log pages 

My one regret now is that I didn’t take photography seriously back then. I just carried a simple point-and-shoot Instamatic compact camera which produced small square photos. Due to the weather I didn’t take many pictures and most are blurred or out of focus, due, I think, to the poor quality of the camera, and my lack of ability. I have no pictures of myself on the walk.

High Force, April 15. The wet weather meant the waterfalls along the way were all splendid. The wet weather and poor light was also a bit much for my camera!

I don’t know what the pack weighed but looking at my equipment list I can see why it was too heavy. Apart from coated waterproofs (non-breathable back then) my clothing was all cotton – string vest, t-shirt, cord jeans, windproof jacket – and wool – thin sweater, thick sweater, shirt, trousers, socks, gloves, balaclava – but why did I take so much of it? I don’t know but I did note at the end that I only needed to wear one pair of socks at a time (two was standard) and that I should find something lighter than corduroy jeans for warmer weather. Of course a clothing revolution was coming in fast and the next few years would see the arrival of breathable waterproofs and synthetic replacements for cotton and wool that were lighter and more compact. But overall my clothing and equipment worked fine. I never got very cold or very wet and the camping went well.

Camp at Top Withens, April 9

I have one item of equipment left from that trip, the Trangia stove. It still works too and goes on the occasional outing. The tent – a Saunders Backpacker II – was excellent. Long after the walk and after a fair bit more usage the coating cracked and began to flake off and the nylon flysheet became brittle. But it was as good as there was then. The down sleeping bag was wonderful too. I’d borrowed it as the only one I had was a thin summer one that I knew wasn’t warm enough for April. Having to return it at the end was a blow!

My pack was my pride and joy, an American Camp Trails external frame model that cost what seemed like a fortune and which was very comfortable. However, I wasn’t so impressed with it when I had to sit on a damp hillside repairing the hipbelt which had torn off. But otherwise it carried the load well.

I resupplied with food along the way and seem from my notes to have eaten a great deal of malt loaf, cheese, and chocolate biscuits. I had muesli for breakfast and packet soups and dehydrated meals in the evening. A few of the latter were Springlow specialist camping meals, which you could get in outdoor shops. From memory they were horrible! Not having thought about them for decades I did an online search but all that turned up was an antiques site offering a “Vintage 1950's Unopened Tin of Springlow Cabbage with original contents”! The logo is the one I remember though. Mostly I dined on Batchelors Savoury Rice in different flavours, which was all that stores along the way had that was suitable.  

Fifty years on that Pennine Way walk is a distant happy memory. I can just about recognise the young man who set out on that adventure. I can see how he became the person I am now. I am so glad I did that walk.

Here’s my gear list as written in my notebook – in several different places for some reason!

A Local Walk & Camp In Stormy Weather

Camp in the forest

With a big storm approaching and unsettled weather already here venturing into the high mountains didn’t seem a good idea so I decided on an overnight trip in my local moorland hills. There were places I’d still never visited despite living here for over thirty years. This seemed a good time to go and see them.

The field of young pines with the Cromdale Hills in the background

For once I set off from the front gate and into the local woods. I soon left the dense forest, a mixed plantation of Scots pine, larch, and Sitka spruce that was thinned a few years ago (to make it more suitable for capercaillie the estate said) and passed by a fenced area full of young pines. When we first moved here this was a boggy field used for grazing sheep. That stopped many years ago and young trees started to appear, seeded from the nearby pine plantation. Since then the estate has planted some more pines and erected a stock fence, though this seems unnecessary as plenty of trees have sprung up outside it. Still, it’s good to see a new forest growing.

The Cairngorms

Beyond the trees I headed up onto rough heather moorland. The clouds cleared and the distant shining white Cairngorms appeared under a deep blue sky. The sun was warm and I thought about removing my hat. Dark clouds on the horizon suggested this might be unwise however. It would have been as soon sleet and then snow was driving in on a gusty wind. Instead of removing my hat I was struggling into waterproofs.

The weather changes

The storm continued as I climbed through a rugged area of small crags and ravines dotted with self-seeded trees and onto higher moors where there was no protection from the wind and the wet snow.

Wintry!

I was aiming for a little loch called the Black Loch at the head of one of the burns running down into Glen Tulchan. It looked an interesting situation, tucked into a very narrow little steep-sided glen just below a broad moorland ridge.

The Black Loch

The skies cleared and the sun shone again as I had my first sight of the loch. I’d thought I might camp by it but as soon as I looked down I knew that just reaching it would be difficult enough as steep heather-clad slopes dotted with little crags ran right down to the water. A careful traversing descent took me down to the foot of the lochan and the start of the winding defile of the Black Loch Burn.

The Black Loch Burn glen after a snow flurry

The floor of the glen was a boggy mass of reeds, tussocks and heather with the burn winding through it. The ground oozed. There was no path, the walking was tough, and camping here out of the question. It’s a lovely hidden little glen though and I enjoyed my rather stumbling walk along it. The weather changed again, another burst of snow arriving, but the sky was clear by the time I reached the estate track running down Glen Tulchan and the walking became easier.

The land was still boggy and tussocky until I reached some Caledonian pinewoods. Here I found a dry site in an area of dead bracken. The clouds were racing overhead but it was calm here. The pine forest was lovely but I spent the evening in the tent as there were more snow and sleet showers.

View from the tent at dawn

Dawn came with sunshine and a frost. There was frozen condensation on the tent walls. I lingered over breakfast, reluctant to leave this tranquil spot. And also reluctant to don my cold wet socks and boots, sodden from the bogs of the Black Loch Burn the day before. As always once on they didn’t feel too bad. The anticipation was worse than the reality.

One of the fords

There was a stream to ford just beyond camp and then another two further down the glen. I just splashed through. I was not going to have dry feet today. More old pinewoods made the glen pleasant and a little wild.

Ben Rinnes

As the land grew tamer and the first fences and cultivated fields appeared I left the glen on an estate track that took me back up onto the moors with views over the trees to snow-topped Ben Rinnes.

Across the next glen I could see an extensive cross-hatching pattern on the hillside. I'd never seen anything like this before and couldn't work out what it was for. Back home research showed it's called narrow strip matrix or maze cutting and is done to provide more edges to the heather as part of management to boost grouse numbers for shooting. I'd seen burnt patches and shooting butts on the moors here as grouse shooting is a major land use but nothing like this.* 

Glenmore Loch

As clouds began to build again I descended to little Glenmore Loch, a pleasant artificial pool where I saw mallard ducks and a heron, and then up onto the slopes of Tom Mor, on top of which is the mast that provides my wi-fi. The mast was visible but there was no signal here.

Looking back to Glenmore Loch as the clouds roll in and sleet begins to fall

Now on familiar ground I hurried down the track to the road home. Distant hills were disappearing into the mist and light rain and sleet was falling. The world turned grey. I could have done without the last hour’s walking. I’d visited some local country I hadn’t seen before, had a restful camp, and a good walk though. It had been a low key but pleasant trip and the weather suggested I’d have had a much rougher and less enjoyable time if I’d gone to the higher mountains.

*The Tulchan Estate, which owns and manages this land, was recently reported as being up for sale for £67 million. However indefatigable land campaigner Andy Wightman explains on his Land Matters blog that there's some sleight of hand going on with the sale of 100% of the shares so that various taxes need not be paid. It seems the estate is both for sale and not for sale at the same time.

A First Look At The New Jetboil TrailCook 1.2L

Jetboil TrailCook 1.2L

My most used stove and pot combination for winter camping for more than a decade has been the Jetboil MiniMo as it has a regulated burner and a wide pot with a heat exchanger. I’ve long thought this by far the best of Jetboil’s stove systems so I was  excited to hear that a successor was being launched featuring some of the new features that appeared in the revamped Flash 1.0L last year (my review here).

Melting snow with the MiniMo

The new model is called the TrailCook, and is available with 1.2 or 2 litre pots.  I have the TrailCook 1.2L to test. These are my first thoughts. I’ll be testing it very soon.

Where the Flash is intended for boiling water only the TrailCook is designed for cooking as well. To that end it has a regulated burner like the MiniMo to give good flame control for simmering. Regulated burners also work better in the cold than non-regulated ones like the Flash and the power output should remain constant as the gas canister empties.

TrailCook control

Like the Flash the TrailCook burner has a single twist and click dial that turns the stove on, activates the Piezo igniter, and controls the flame. Also like the Flash the igniter is protected in a ceramic casing and there’s a rubberised coloured grip zone you can hold without burning your hand.  The burner head is the same size as the Flash too. 

Burner, Piezo & Pot Support

The pot support is a completely different new design. Instead of a metal ring onto which the pot locks there are three folding arms. The pot sits securely on these but doesn’t lock in place. You can’t tip it very far without the pot falling off. It’s much more like a conventional pot and burner design. Other pots can sit on the supports though none I’ve tried so far are very stable.

TrailCook 1.2L pot

The pot has the usual heat exchanger on the base – Jetboil calls this a Flux Ring. The pot is made of ceramic coated aluminium so that food won’t stick. To avoid scratching the coating  I think it’s probably wise to use non-metal utensils. The total volume is 1.2 litres, but there is a maximum fill line of 700ml marked inside. This along with 300ml and 500ml marks plus ones for cups and ounces is engraved in black inside the black pot and difficult see without a light. There’s an insulating neoprene sleeve round the pot so you can hold it without burning your hand.

The pot has a secure insulated metal handle that clips over the top of the pot for storage and to keep the lid in place. This is much better than the limp fabric handle on the Flash. It’s needed so you can hold the pot firmly while stirring food. The transparent synthetic lid has steam and drain holes and a flip-up insulated knob.

The TrailCook 1.2L comes with a 300mll bowl that fits on the base – not available on the TrailCook 2.0L – and a plastic foldable canister stabiliser. The total weight is 591 grams. Without the bowl and stabiliser it’s 496 grams.

Burner, 100-size canister, & stabiliser in the pot

The burner, stabiliser and a 100 size canister will fit inside the pot. A 230 size canister will also fit inside but not with the burner. To protect the ceramic coating I would always wrap the canister in a cloth and store the burner in the cloth bag provided.

TrailCook 1.2L & MiniMo

So how does the TrailCook compare to the MiniMo?  The MiniMo’s pot is a bit smaller at 1 litre, which I prefer for solo use, and does lock onto the burner, which I also prefer. The MiniMo is also lighter than the TrailCook 1.2L at 413 grams in total and 366 grams without the plastic bowl that fits on the base. That’s a significant weight difference. The MiniMo is also slightly smaller when packed. I’m not sure about the ceramic coating on the pot. The MiniMo doesn’t have this and I’ve not had big problems with food sticking.

Important features shared by the MiniMo and the TrailCook are the regulated burner and the wide pot. These are what separate them from other Jetboil stove systems

The new plus points of the TrailCook are the single igniter/ one-off-switch/flame control (though the lack of a long lever means you have to get your fingers near the burner to use it – this is where the grip zone is useful) ), the ability to use other pots, the long handle, which is easier to hold firmly than the fold-out ones on the MiniMo, and the lid which is easier to get on and off than the MiniMo’s. The Piezo igniter is better protected too and so should last longer than the one on the MiniMo, which failed some time ago. And it you use the bowl the TrailCook’s feels much tougher.

The MiniMo is being phased out but will be available for a while longer.

Overall my first impressions of the TrailCook are positive though I wish it was a bit lighter. Now I have to use it and see what I think then.

I made a little video about the TrailCook.

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Flash 1.0L 

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An Equinox Walk & Camp In The Cairngorms: Glen Feshie & Mullach Clach a' Bhlair

Beautiful sunshine in Glen Feshie

A sunny forecast for the equinox suggested a walk to welcome the spring. Glen Feshie and the Moine Mhor beckoned (it always does). I hadn’t been there since last August – far too long. The sun was indeed shining and the air was warm as I set off down the glen. High above I could see remnants of a recent snowfall edging the rim of the Moine Mhor plateau.

The Allt Garbhlach, the biggest stream forded, running into the river Feshie

Snowmelt and recent rain filled the streams rushing down from the hills. Care was needed to cross them without getting water in my boots. I just managed it apart from a few splashes. The river Feshie itself was roaring but not as full as I’d thought it would be, enabling me to walk on shingle banks next to the water where the river had swept away the path. That happened many years ago and a new steep narrow trail now climbs over a wooded spur above the river, essential when the shingle is under water.

Shingle banks by the river Feshie

After a third ford I searched out a campsite, finding one close to a flooded boggy area that was overflowing into a stream in little cascades, an unusual sight. 

A bog above a stream

From my tent I could look up to snow-streaked hills. All around were ancient pines and their much younger offspring along with juniper bushes and slender birches. It was a wonderfully peaceful camp.

A view to the hills

Once the sun disappeared the temperature dropped rapidly and I was soon in my sleeping bag and warm clothing in the tent heating up water for some hot soup and then a spicy meal. Then it was time for a long sleep.

Early morning

The equinox dawned chilly, the overnight temperature 2°C, but the rising sun was soon filtering through the trees and warming the world. However clouds quickly swept in over the tops, clouds that were moving fast and occasionally covered the sun. I stayed in the tent for breakfast.

The old track

The sun was shining again when I set off. My plan was to follow an old track up the flank of the south-west ridge of Mullach Clach a’ Bhlair and then up to the summit on a clearer path. The old track isn’t marked on Ordnance Survey maps but the start of it is on Harvey Cairngorms maps though it disappears after half a kilometre or so. I remembered I'd descended it many years earlier but I couldn't remember much about it. 

The track became less distinct as it left the trees

What I found was a little-used overgrown off-road vehicle track, often just two indistinct lines cutting through the heather with little trees growing between them. Once out of the forest the heather was thicker and deeper and the track almost buried. The line could still be followed though. As the slope steepened it became stony with water rushing down it, a stream rather than a path.

Lochan nam Bo

Eventually the track reached windswept Lochan nam Bo and joined a clearer track that ran up the broad ridge over Druim nam Bo to Mullach Clach a ‘Bhlair. The views were spacious, a wide world after the confines of the forest. To the south the air was hazy, the distant hills shadowy shapes.

The summit of Mullach Clach a ' Bhlair. From the left on the horizon Braeriach, Sgor an Lochan Uaine & Cairn Toul

Once I reached the summit the snow-covered higher summits to the east were sharp and clear. Beinn Bhrotain, Monadh Mor, Cairn Toul, Sgor an Lochan Uaine, Braeriach. Wonderful familiar names, Wonderful familiar mountains. I never tire of them.

View over Coire Garbhlach to Meall Dubhag. The distant tiny pointed summit of Sgor Gaoith is just visible on the right

Although still sunny a strong gusty wind kept the air cold so I thought about descending back to Glen Feshie down a wide track just a kilometre away. This is the main way up to the Moine Mhor from this end of Glen Feshie.

Snowbanks on the edge of Coire Garbhlach with Sgor Gaoith just poking up on the left and Braeriach on the right

I was at the start of the descent when a steep hard snowbank stopped me. I couldn’t see how far down it extended or how much steeper it became. Just walking down it without donning my crampons seemed unwise. I was reluctant to stop and put them on for what might only be a short distance though. I also realised I was reluctant to leave the heights and the huge views and feeling of freedom so soon. The wind was at my back now, the sun was bright, and I was going well. 

View across the Moine Mhor to Sgor Gaoith

So I turned away from the steep snow and headed north across the Moine Mhor towards Carn Ban Mor and another track that would bring me down to the road in Glen Feshie not far from my car. There might be steep snow on this too. If there was I’d just have to deal with it.

Snow and water on the Moine Mhor

The walk across the Moine Mhor was glorious, the landscape shimmering and glowing. I crossed many snowfields, some soft, some crisp and crunchy. There were several pools where the edges of a snowbank had collapsed into a hollow. The water in them was dark. Small streams rippled across the brown moorland where the snow had thawed.

Looking back to Mullach Clach a' Bhlair

Reaching the final track I turned and looked back to the gentle rounded dome of Mullach Clach a’ Bhlair. Clouds were building up again. I didn’t mind. The equinox had been splendid.

There were snowbanks on the descent but none that needed crampons. I soon left them behind. Dusk was falling as I reached the first trees. A couple of stumbles and my head torch came out for the last half hour. A full mountain and forest day was over.

I made a little video of the trip.