I waited until something worthwhile was done before I started my
blogging career. As I'm just back from a solo week in bonnie Scotland,
there is a lot to report. There is no doubt, that when conditions are
right, Scotland is a match for anywhere in the world. Mostly blue skies,
no wind, and snow down to sea level, made the trip, a memorable experience. I
was looking for a different experience this time, so off I went with a
large rucksack, stuffed with enough cloths and provisions to last me for
three or four days. This would make me fully independent and enable me to do a bothie to bothie trek. I traveled on the ferry from Dublin to Holyhead overnight, before a long series of train journeys saw me arrive in Tulloch train station at 22.30. The old station building is now a lovely comfortable hostel and I stayed there that night. Tuesday February 16th, After a good sleep and cooked breakfast I emerged refreshed and enthused and ready for my adventure.There was some low cloud,
but it was dry and windless, as I set off on the two mile road trek to
the base of the gentle ridge that leads to Essians. I was well pleased
with how I was able to carry the bag, which weighed about 18 kilos. While mindful of it, I made steady
but good progress up the ridge. As height was gained the views became
more expansive and I soon found myself above a thin layer of cloud, with
great views in all directions. The first bit of interest, came on the
steep climb up on to the shoulder of Meal Cian Derg. This was a steep
section, with a little exposure, which allowed height to be gained rapidly
to 790mtrs. Thereafter, I was well and truly above the snowline. Firm
snow and a gentle incline made for very pleasant going, and I soon found
myself on the summit push for Stob a Choire Mheadhoin(1105mtrs).
Unfortunately, just as I was summiting a bank of cloud arrived, and
cheated me of any view. For the next little while, the compass was
required to make progress. I made my way down to the bealach before Stob Choire
Essian(1115mtrs). The steep 160 meters to the top, was soon over, and my
second munro of the day was in the bag. The descent was very straight
forward, and I was able to take a direct line for my final destination
for the day, a bothy at Leacach. I arrived at the bothy at around 3pm,
so I had plenty of time to make myself at home. A change of cloths and a
hot drink, and the evening was mine to do with what I willed. The bothy
was basic but I had all that I needed. They are a great resource and I
felt that I was having a truly wild and remote experience. |
The Essians |
Home sweet home |
Stob Ban, my tracks from earlier in the day can be seen. |
Into the Grey Corries ridge |
A perfect morning |
The Binneans |
Alpenglow over the Nevis Range |
Towards Rannoch from Binnean Beg |
heavy snow but hard work |
The views around the bothy are great. The imposing Sgurr Innse lies just across the valley, and Stob Ban and the Grey Corries loom just behind. At around 5pm it started to snow gently, so I stayed inside for the rest of the evening. It was quite cold, but thankfully, I had purchased a good insulated jacket before I went, and that, combined with my down sleeping bag, meant I stayed nice and warm. I made my evening meal at about 6pm, and retired to bed with a book. I had a very active mouse for company, who busied himself looking for flapjack crumbs and anything else he could get to. There ensued a fitful night, as I wasn't used to the discomfort of the sleeping mat, but eventually I did fall asleep.
Wednesday February 17th;
I awoke at dawn the following morning, and when I peeked outside I was greeted by a cloudy, calm, winter wonderland. Nearly a foot of snow had fallen overnight. While pretty, it promised tough underfoot conditions. I took my time over breakfast, and eventually left the bothy at 08.20am, and set off into the whiteness on another days adventure.And so, day two began, with a plod through soft snow, in a silent wonderland that was transformed from the previous day. All paths and tracks, were now invisible. Leacach bothy is at 450mtrs, and the first target of the day was Stob Bán, at 977mtrs. From what I'd seen the previous evening, this was a shapely mountain, with a fairly steep descent to a bealach, before a steady rise to Stob Choire Claurigh(1177mtrs), the highest point on the Grey Corries. With so much fresh snow, I decided to assess what conditions were like at the top of Stob Ban, before I would commit to the descent to the bealach. I was soon engulfed in the cloud, and the ascent had to be accomplished by the use of compass and GPS. When you are alone, it is vital that you are proficient at their use, and success brings confidence, and a sense of accomplishment. "White out" conditions are hard to explain to someone who hasn't experienced them, but at times, it's almost like walking blind. You find yourself kicking the snow in front of you so as to try and see if the ground is level. You could literally have a dent or a cliff a step ahead and you wouldn't know it. It is scary stuff, and very careful examination of the map,and good use of the GPS are essential. Its slow going, but the map didn't show any crags and the ground was fairly safe. Eventually, I reached the summit, and after a quick assessment of the descent slope, I decided that it was good to go. A quick drop of 150mtrs and I emerged under the cloud. The day seemed to be improving, and I was hopeful for some views for the remainder of the day.
Binnean Mor |
I emerged the following morning after a decent nights rest to a flawless winter landscape. As expected temperatures had plummeted in the night and I would estimate that it was around -15 at 7am. The nearby river had frozen and the snow surface had turned crystalline. I had originally intended to climb Aonach Beg and Mor and cross to Carn Mor Dearg and on to Ben Nevis. This would have been a huge day and with the underfoot conditions I decided to head instead to Binnean Beg and Binnean Mor and descend to Kinlochleven over Na Gruachaichean. Three munros with approximately 1200mtrs of climbing is not to be sniffed at so it seemed a reasonable alternative. It also had the advantage of shortening the distance I would have to walk across the bog considerably. As I was crossing the wettest bits I was sinking through the insulating snow into water. This froze almost immediately on the boot when it was lifted. Very soon I would have to hack at the boot with my axe to dislodge the ice. The going was therefore difficult and it took until I was at about 550mtrs on the slopes of Binnean Beg before the ground improved. I soon came to a nice snowslope of about 40degrees which was nice and firm and allowed rapid(ish) progress to the 943mtrs summit.
The views in all directions were stupendous. Alpine scenery to rival anywhere was mine to savour and this I did at leisure. Ever onwards and the 200mtr descent to the bealach meant that there was a full 400mtrs of climbing to the top of Binnean Mor(1130mtrs). A shapely mountain, the ascent was always interesting and the ever expanding vistas spurred one on. On reaching the summit I didn't dally as some cloud was coming in from the west and threatening to envelop me in mist again. I headed straight away for Na Gruagaichean(1056mtrs) along a narrow but not difficult ridge. The two kilometres soon passed and the cloud stayed at bay. After a short rest I made the long descent to sea level and civilization and arrived in Kinlochleven at 4.30pm. The first time I saw people since 8am Tuesday morning. At this stage I was very tired and I resolved to go to Fort William and stay a couple of nights in a b&b. So I thumbed to Ballachulish and caught a bus to town. I found a nice b&b in the west end and after a quick supper I was under the covers before 8pm.
Towards Ben Nevis from Aonach Beag |
Looking up at Tower Ridge |
Ice climbers near the CIC hut |
Down to the great tower |
View down No3 gully |
The CMD arret |
Ben Nevis and the CMD arret |
The plan for Saturday Feb 20th was to climb Ben Nevis. I had decided to climb No3 gully and continue to Carn Mor Dearg via the CMD arrete. I emerged after breakfast to another stunning day. Off to the bus stop to get a bus to the Nevis distillery where the trail begins. There didn't seem to be a Saturday service so I set off to walk the 4K to the trailhead. I hadn't gone far when I was passed by the very bus I was looking for. So after a long walk I was eventually making progress on the track towards the CIC hut. The Ben was looking magnificent. The extensive cliffs covered in snow and fat ice falls everywhere in evidence. as was to be expected there were lots of parties about. Climbers could be seen on Tower Ridge and not far from the hut two magnificent icefalls were seeing some action. Suitably booted and suited I headed on up to Coire na Ciste. This amphitheatre offers stunning scenery in every direction. The variety of climbs that can be undertaken from here is bewildering. It's easy to see why climbers come from far and wide to scale this great mountain.
No 3 gully is a straight forward grade 1 snow climb. There was a lot of deep soft snow, but previous traffic made going fairly easy. when I reached the gully proper I found that I was the first to venture in since the snowfall so once again I had to break trail. I was a bit concerned about avalanche but the surface was just powder and hadn't formed a slab that might go in unison. The gradient is about 45 degrees until you reach the exit. This can vary considerably and this time the left exit was the easier but was still about 20mtrs of 60degree slope. This was unfortunately crusty with crud underneath and didn't inspire great confidence. I wouldn't have minded a my second axe and I was happy when I emerged onto the plateau. The top of Ben Nevis can be a savage place but today it was a benign paradise. The roof of Britain on this day offered uninterrupted views in all directions. The view down Tower Ridge was beautiful and I wished I had been on it. After a bite to eat at the summit(1334mtrs) I headed on down the slope to the CMD arret. In these conditions was a joy and was like an easy alpine route. Quite busy as you would expect but everyone was in a good mood on this glorious day. Carn Mor Dearg(1220mtrs) soon passed and the easy slopes made for a quick descent. This time I got the bus back to town at the end of another memorable day.
Cliffs on Stob Ban the Mamores |
My final day on the mountains I had planned to do Sgurr a Mhaim and the Devils Ridge to Mullach nan Coirean in a neat horseshoe walk from the lower falls in Glen Nevis. However after a leisurely start when I was on the trail I discovered I had forgotten my crampons. This ruled out the Devils Ridge so I opted instead to go in the valley under Stob Ban(999mtrs) to a bealach and climb Stob Ban and then continue with the horseshoe from there. The going was easy and height was gradually gained. The route up Stob Ban was like the steps of a stairs and the loss of crampons was no disadvantage. Yet again the day was stunning. The gentle ridge to Mullach nan Coirean(939mtrs) soon passed. I enjoyed a leisurely lunch and reflected on what was a great week. The gentle ridge back to the glen was a joy and the trusty thumb worked again and I was back in town in good time. So ended a wonderful trip on the mountains. One final treat lay in store. The train journey the following morning to Glasgow was stupendous and must be described as one of the most beautiful in the world. Do it if you can.
Until the next time.
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