The colour is returning to my photo stream!
The simple pleasures of walking in something other than snow was a great feeling. So we continued down...down and down and down. The grass and snow combination was pretty slippery though and this part of the trip, the part I expected to be the fastest, was probably the slowest!
At one stage I just got sick of slipping around with the plastic boots and heavy pack and decided to sit down and induce a slide down the slope. I felt a bit like a kid but it was very effective. I was glad not to meet with a hidden rock under the snow though!
We were all too soon entering the tree line. This was a struggle with constant down climbing using tree roots. It seemed to go on forever. We all went pretty quiet. I think it was partly our tiredness, partly concentration but it just seemed to make time drag on.
Conor was screaming ahead and Ion and myself plodded down behind. Thankfully Ion and I began conversing on other things and it seemed to take my mind off the never ending descent. The sound of the river below now began to increase and I was so longing for flat ground!