So why should you care? Because thanks to this bizarre royal obsession, you can now stand on an American summit and whisper, “I am on a Scottish extension program.” It’s like the world’s most exclusive geography club, and Charles is the only member who knows the handshake. He linked over 60 peaks before becoming king—a feat that required more stamina than any state banquet.
Peak Bagging - The Scottish Munros: Summit Photos & Routes - Munros
Today, hiking groups in Colorado and California keep the tradition alive. They bake shortbread at the summit and toast “the King of the Oddly-Named Peaks.” Some even wear tweed while hiking, because if you’re going to climb a mountain named after a Munro, you might as well look the part of a slightly deranged aristocrat.
What’s Next? Venus?
Rumors swirl that Charles, now king, is eyeing non-Earth targets. Apparently, he’s read about features on Mars and wants to rename a crater Loch a’ Chnoc. NASA has politely declined comment, though one insider admitted, “We’re just waiting for the invitation to a royal Martian tea party.”
So there you go. The next time you’re hiking an American peak and you see a name that sounds like a drunk Scottish poet, doff your cap. You’re walking in the footsteps of a monarch who believed that every hill deserves a royal makeover—even if it’s just a small, smelly one.
