|Carn na Caim|
|The metropolis of Dalwhinnie|
|Looking southwest along Loch Ericht|
|The first of the gate lodges at Ben Alder estate|
Having free train travel I once again took the long way there and so after a train to Dublin, a ferry to Holyhead, a train to Crewe, another to Edinburgh and finally another train towards Inverness I alighted in Dalwhinnie at 16.00 on Saturday afternoon, a full twenty hours after I left home. The weather on the way up was actually really nice and I was able to enjoy some wonderful views of the Lake District and the Southern Uplands on route. The mountains of The Lakes were very white and I was briefly tempted to change my plans and head there instead. About my plans---well, I had hoped to hook up with Patrick again but he was feeling under the weather so I had no partner for any technical climbing which made the decision to only take one axe and no slings or gear of any kind an easy one. I had packed the tent and I carried several days worth of food as I initially planned to camp near Culra bothie and climb Ben Alder and perhaps another Munro or two in the area and then decamp to Aviemore. I then hoped to do a high level traverse over Cairngorm and Ben Macdui and descend to Corrour bothie, stay there and come back via Cairn Toul and Braeriach the following day.
|Stunning evening light|
|Another gate lodge|
I really enjoyed the trip up and it was nice to see the various changes in the landscape as we got further and further north. Sunshine and mostly blue skies were the norm and I began to feel hopeful that I might at least get to stay dry for my first night. As we passed north of Perth it was only the higher tops held any snow so it came as something of a shock to see the ground outside the train with a good covering of snow as we approached Dalwhinnie. The chill in the air when I left the train came as a bit of a shock but I soon warmed up as I hot footed it into the wilds. As it was so late when I arrived it was certain that I wouldn't reach Culra until well after dark and with so much snow lying all about I didn't fancy trying to find a place to pitch my tent in those conditions. I was therefore resigned to the fact that I would have to find somewhere further from the base of the mountains. The walk is on a good estate road that runs along by the shores of Lough Ericht, sometimes in the open and sometimes through forestry. Across the water the mountains rise steeply and in the distance the beautiful snow clad peaks looked amazing as the sun started to set. I stepped it out lively and I had covered the near 10 kilometres and reached the rather fantastical Ben Alder Lodge by 17.40. I had really enjoyed the stunning scenery (and weather) on the walk in but by now the sun had set and the light was fading fast and I needed to find a spot for my tent. I walked up past the lodge area and in the gloom spotted some snow free patches in the woods and after a brief search I found a nice dry and level spot. Soon I had my home up and I was busy getting my dinner ready in the frosty gathering dark. I was well happy. It had been a tiring journey and even though it was -1 degrees as I ate my dinner once I settled into my sleeping bag I was toasty warm and I slept very well that night.
|Meet the locals|
|Ben Alder dead ahead|
|Approaching Culra Bothie|
|Back at my tent|
I had hoped that the stormy weather that was forecast wouldn't arrive until the early afternoon which would give me enough time to perhaps reach the summit of Ben Alder in reasonable conditions. It was with some disappointment that I emerged from my tent in the morning to a leaden sky and the first flurries of snow in the air. The wind wasn't too bad but the weather only promised to dis-improve. I ate a quick breakfast and decided to head in to Culra and see what things were like. There is a good track all the way in but the glorious views of Ben Alder and Sgor Iuthran were nowhere to be seen as the cloud was down to around 500 meters. Out here in the wide open bogland the wind was much stronger as well and by the time I reached the bothie I had to guard my eyes against the horizontal snow coming against me. I was briefly tempted to climb the Munro of Carn Dearg which rises immediately behind the bothie but only briefly as I didn't fancy struggling in a white-out and undoubted strong winds without any reward in the way of views as I have been there and done that. I wasn't too bothered in any case as the six kilometres in to the bothie had at least given me a taste of the wonderful wild landscape and I was content to return to my tent for the rest of the day. I was back at my tent by 11.30 and it was now snowing fairly heavily so I got plenty of water and settled in for the long day ahead. It continued to snow until the late afternoon when it turned to rain. At this point the snow that had lodged on the tree tops decided to fall in lumps onto my tent which was surprisingly loud. Later again the rain turned to snow and I settled down after dinner to sleep. Unfortunately my blow up sleeping mat had sprung a leak and I found myself in somewhat more uncomfortable circumstances for the day and night.
|Starting to snow in earnest|
|Definitely the snowiest camp site I have ever been in.|
The long night eventually passed and as the darkness gave way to dawn I looked out of my tent at a land transformed by a deep blanket of snow. I had been wondering why I could no longer hear the nearby stream and now it was easy to see why. I had been hoping against hope that the weather forecast had been wrong but if anything it erred on the good side and it was now clear to me that Ben Alder at the least wasn't going to be possible. I relaxed for a while and thought about what I was going to do. The prospect of being able to climb anything near Aviemore were looking distant as well so I was at something of a loss. I decided to leave the spot where I was and head to Aviemore anyway and see what the next couple of days would bring. It was still snowing pretty heavily and the wind seemed stronger as well so I did as much of my packing as I could in the tent before I ventured out and cleared away the build up of snow and wasted no time in packing away everything. Soon I was ready for the off and as I emerged from the woods I had to be careful to try and stick to the track as it was almost indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. The snow came almost to my knees in places and it promised to be a bit more strenuous on the return to the train station.
When I got back as far as the lodge I was pleased to see that the roadway had been cleared and the going was much easier. It was truly beautiful on the way back as the woods were transposed to a Christmas postcard picture and birch trees had become gigantic decorations from a Christmas tree. The Disney-esque gate lodges on the way back were fantastical with their sugar coated turrets and roofs. I arrived back in the village at 11.30 and I asked a local man who was busy shovelling snow away from around his car if the trains were running and he assured me that no trains had run that morning but I would be able to get a bus to Aviemore. I didn't mind as I had plenty of time but as I neared the station a train approached from the direction of Inverness heading to Edinburgh and on the spur of the moment I decided to take it and start heading for home. I hadn't planned it but as I shook the snow from myself after I boarded I felt a weight removed now that I at least had a plan for the next while. So I reversed my journey and arrived back home 22 hours after I left Dalwhinnie. I had been travelling a total of 42 hours and I spent 44 hours in the wilds of which I spent 34 hours in my tent and I had climbed precisely nothing. Was it worth it......................I don't know.