We caught the bus to Gatesgarth and were on our way by about 9:25.
The weather was mixed, but we were both eager to get cracking. This is a half-day walk, not too strenuous but a proper climb nonetheless.
Descent via Warnscale a little hard on the knees on the top section.
The very beginning of Scarth Gap - Come on!
Climbing Scarth Gap, we appear to have the entire fellside to ourselves. With the rocky form of Hay Stacks ahead, there is an eery silence as clouds drift by
Reflection in the tarn near Hay Stacks summit.
The clamber to the summit was a little more difficult than I expected, on a couple of occasions I had to help Indy up with the harness.
Perhaps there was an easier route that we missed...
We are totally alone on the fell, looking down here toward Bassenthwaite
Still no one around, little did we know that this is far from always the case on Hay Stacks
Warnscale Beck, our route back to Gatesgarth. Our path is on the right.
Buttermere straight ahead, Crummock Water beyond.
1) "Honister rambler" bus from Keswick to Gatesgarth
2) Smallish car park at Gatesgarth [Grid Ref: NY 19455 14999] [GPS 54.523850, -3.245948] View on map
Gatesgarth, Scarth Gap, Hay Stacks, Innominate Tarn, Warnscale Beck
Distance 7.23 km, Time 2.56 h, Total Ascent 570 m
Wainwright Pictorial Guide: The Western Fells
Hay Stacks 597 m
Innominate Tarn - Innominate Tarn on Hay Stacks is a picturesque tarn to the E of Hay Stacks summit. It is smaller than the neighbouring Blackbeck Tarn. Innominate Tarn has importance as the final resting place of Alfred Wainwright.
"Every day that passes is a day less. That day will come when there is nothing left but memories. And afterwards, a last long resting place by the side of Innominate Tarn, on Haystacks, where the water gently laps the gravelly shore and the heather blooms and Pillar and Gable keep unfailing watch. A quiet place, a lonely place. I shall go to it, for the last time, and be carried: someone who knew me in life will take me and empty me out of a little box and leave me there alone. And if you, dear reader, should get a bit of grit in your boot as you are crossing Haystacks in the years to come, please treat it with respect. It might be me."
