Below are some simple pitching instructions for the Mountain Laurel Designs Trailstar, which follows on from my earlier review. Hopefully these are simple enough to follow. Set poles to the correct heights, 47" & 44" for my Pacer Poles. Figure 1 Figure 2 Peg Trailstar loosely on the ground by the main corner peg out points, allowing plenty of slack near the MLD logo (door) see figure 2. Figure 3 Take your heighest pole (47") and place in the centre as your main support, should now
The Ring of Steall
The Ring of Steall from the name alone has got to be fantastic and very likely hard. Discovering the walk a couple of years ago, it has remained on my To Do list ever since. My "Attack of the Wainwrights" walk was cancelled due to a dodgy roof, so it left me with several days of holiday and a vision of Scotland. I'd intended to do this walk immediately after the planned Wainwright walk, but half expected it not to happen after 7 days of walking.
MLD Trailstar Review
I have owned a Mountain Laurel Designs Trailstar for 6 months and its been used on every multi-day trip in that time, around 30 nights. Its been pitched in a variety of locations including mountains, lake sides and municipal camp sites in a range of weather conditions. I feel I can give an informed review of the shelter. Click to jump to June 2012 Update The purchase of the Trailstar marked the start of my journey into true lightweight backpacking. My initial scepticism upon seeing Phil
St Sunday Crag – brought to you by the letter A
St Sunday Crag has been on my list of hills to walk all year, yesterday was finally the day I would tick it off the list. The hill was the highest of my unwalked Wainwrights. A conversation somewhere on the internet with Helen Fisher, ended up with her joining me on the walk. The plan was to walk from Pattterdale, to Arnison Crag, Birks then finally up to St Sunday Crag. A quick and fairly easy stroll for me these days. I arrived in Patterdale at
Something for the weekend – Arran
An invite from Phil Turner earlier in the week found me in Ardrossan Marina on a Friday night, awaiting his arrival on the train from Glasgow. The journey from the North East of England had been far easier than expected, mainly due to not having to travel as far North as Glasgow. I sat in the car reading Jack Londons "A call of the wild" in the Kindle app on my iPhone, before I knew it the train was pulling in and Mr T arrived. The