Hiking Towards Grasmere
Eagle Crag Above Path
Eagle Crag Above Path
DAY 3: ROSTHWAITE TO GRASMERE
The third day of our coast-to-coast trek across England was a relatively short but challenging ten miles between Rosthwaite and Grasmere. Before sharing the experiences of that day, however, I invite the reader to a sonnet by Wordsworth, the Lake poet and nature mystic whose name will always be associated with the Lake District, particularly Grasmere, where he lived and wrote for a significant period of his life. The sentiments expressed in this sonnet explain why many of us are drawn to the rugged, pristine beauty of places like the Lakeland Fells.
THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The Winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not -- Great God! I'd rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Wordsworth
Continuing the Ascent
Greenup Edge and Lining Crag in Distance
Note Outline of Path on Slope Beneath Crag
Small Waterfall Near Lunch Site
Continuing Towards Grasmere
Coming into Grasmere
Houses on Stream in Grasmere
Hikers Seeking Refuge from Weather Atop Grisedale Pass
Pressing Over Grisedale Pass Through Fog
Lunch Break Beneath Brothers Parting Stone
Descending Through Grisedale Valley
Abandoned Stone Farmhouse
Old Farm in Grisedale Valley
Ullswater
The Ramblers Bar in Glenridding
DAY 4: GRASMERE TO GLENRIDDING
Leaving Grasmere, we took a country lane to Mill Bridge and then followed a rocky path that ascended alongside Tongue Gill to the top of Grisedale Pass (aka "Grisedale Hause"). Near the top, however, the weather changed abruptly, shrouding us with fog and limited visibility. We pressed on, nonetheless, descending past Grisedale Tarn and ultimately taking refuge for lunch on the lee side of a hill near a monument known as the Brother's Parting Stone. The monument marks the spot where Wordsworth last saw his brother, John, who drowned in 1805 when his ship, The Earl of Albergavenny, sank at sea.
After our brief lunch stop, we continued our descent through the Grisedale Valley, welcoming the improvement in the weather that came with lower elevations. Late in the day, we reached the shores of Ullswater, England's longest and second largest lake. We then walked on to Glenridding, where we spent the evening after a fine meal at the appropriately named Ramblers Bar.
Leaving Grasmere, we took a country lane to Mill Bridge and then followed a rocky path that ascended alongside Tongue Gill to the top of Grisedale Pass (aka "Grisedale Hause"). Near the top, however, the weather changed abruptly, shrouding us with fog and limited visibility. We pressed on, nonetheless, descending past Grisedale Tarn and ultimately taking refuge for lunch on the lee side of a hill near a monument known as the Brother's Parting Stone. The monument marks the spot where Wordsworth last saw his brother, John, who drowned in 1805 when his ship, The Earl of Albergavenny, sank at sea.
After our brief lunch stop, we continued our descent through the Grisedale Valley, welcoming the improvement in the weather that came with lower elevations. Late in the day, we reached the shores of Ullswater, England's longest and second largest lake. We then walked on to Glenridding, where we spent the evening after a fine meal at the appropriately named Ramblers Bar.
The First Ascent Outside of Grasmere
Hikers Seeking Refuge from Weather Atop Grisedale Pass
Abandoned Stone Farmhouse
Old Farm in Grisedale Valley
Ullswater
The Ramblers Bar in Glenridding
Next Posting: Days 5 and 6 -- Glenridding-- Shap--Kirkby Stephen