And now, for something that very definitely is an annual tradition.
Charlie and myself headed up the big road that is the A1, the A66, lots
of weirdly numbered motorways, ending with the A82 into the magical
place of Fort William.

There is only one reason that I would undertake such an effort for a
weekend. Wet West Paddle Fest (2009 edition).
This means 2 days of dam released rivers, and my favourite river of all
time (so far).

No water on Friday unfortunately meant the Etive wasn't running, unless
you didn't like your boat, and your back.

Saturday, a blast down the Garry, and the discovery that the best parts
of the river are actually _after_ the usual get out.

And then onto the Morriston. I decided I didn't fancy the Lower (always
leave something for next time), but proceeded to run the Upper twice
with Pete and Joanne. Messy run the first time, styled it the second
time... until the last wave forced a swim out of a minor undercut.

Rather excellent photos taken by Charlie attached.