I already had a Dec BAM in the bag from the Scottish Winter bivvy gathering, but Joe didn't. He has finished BAM already as we started last Dec, but I am trying to persuade him to do a year of camping BAM's with me (ie no bothies as it feels a bit like cheating - they aren't very hard and are often warm and cosy!) Anyway we now both have Dec BAM (13/13) and 4/4 of our camping BAM's scored. Not expecting Zippy to keep track of that - writing it more for my own records.
I managed to persuade Joe to accompany me on a completely bonkers trip to spend Hogmanay up an extinct volcano. It was bucking faltic and windy enough to knock you over if you weren't careful, but we still had quite a few laughs and a great view of the midnight firework displays in towns all over the Scottish Borders.
We left home just as the sun was setting for the final time in 2019...
It was below freezing and very frosty but only -1C so I wasn't worried - our November BAM has cured me of any anxiety about camping in the cold.
We started the ride just as the sun dipped below the horizon.
We turned onto a slightly busier road and both got a bit freaked out by a couple of close passes from cars. Although I had mapped out a route we were grateful to bail out off-road when we saw a sign to our destination along the way.
With a cloudless sky there was a gorgeous sunset as a backdrop to the ride. There was a time when I would have felt that heading off into the dark was a failure of planning or preparation somehow, but now I just feel that it is a kind of fun and magic all of its own. It has certainly lost its fear for me and that is entirely down to our BAM trips.
Joe absolutely loves frozen things of all kinds and will happily mess with frozen puddles for hours. There was no way we were going to be able to pass this frozen trough without a long delay and a fair bit of ice breaking going on.
We made it up the ridiculously steep hill, cooked some dinner and lay in our bags til it was time for 'the bells'. I don't have any pictures from that time as everything was happening in the distance. We did have a good, if distant, view of several different firework displays though. It was too cold to stay long, so we were back in our toasty beds by 12.30.
I had hoped that the basalt outcrops on the top of the hill would provide shelter, but instead they had created a wind tunnel and no shelter was to be found. We did our best with a small hollow but the tent still got quite a battering from the wind. While this didn't do much for our quality of sleep, the tent was at least undamaged, much to my relief. Viewers on a big screen may be able to see the way that the tent is getting bent in at the side here:

This was where were at midnight the night before - huddled in the inadequate shelter of the trig point. Great views though.
Joe packing up whilst getting quite a buffeting from the wind.....
Looking back at the summit of Ruberslaw - we were camped just in the notch below the arrow.
Joe pausing to admire his achievement. Because of our unscheduled detour the night before I made a navigation error in the dark and also took us up the 'false' summit on the right of the main part of the hill.
A tired but happy boy pushing the bike over the last claggy bit before the road.
Back home again for a fresh start and a new year.
Happy new year and new adventures everyone x