Finally, I made it to the River Eitve!

Years of waiting, levels never right, lack of paddle buddies, but today six of us travelled down from Inverness in the glorious Autumn sun to a strangely warm and midge-free Glen Etive.

It was a cracking day and fun was had by all. Some great lines and some, well, lines to forget; I’m thinking Foo rolling at Triple Falls, Stig on (in) Crack of Doom and me on (in) Right Angle. Oh, and Foo breaking a rib on Right Angle…ouch!

Here’s a wee video of our exploits: