Wednesday, April 30, 2014

A Weekend In Sneem Southwest Kerry

Saturday April 26th;
The weather forecast unfortunately proved to be accurate. The torrential rain that fell overnight had given way to frequent torrential showers. Today Margaret and I were heading for a few days in the excellent self catering apartments in the Sneem Hotel complex in the southwest of Kerry. We had been before and it is a fine spot and the big bonus is that we were able to take Ruby as well. There wasn't much point in setting off too early so we had a leisurely morning at home and we set off around mid-day and drove to Killarney. I had formulated a plan to run a linear section of the Kerry Way from here and Margaret would pick me up and we could continue on our way west. Thankfully by the time we arrived in Killarney the weather was showing a little bit of an improvement in that the gap between the showers was a little longer. Anyway I drove to the first entrance to Muckross park and after a quick change I was ready for the off.

 As I would be almost entirely off road I decided to take Ruby as well. Off we set on the lovely trail that initially hugs the shoreline of Lough Leane before joining the cycle way that circles Muckross Lake. Today this was really quiet thanks to the weather and only the occasional  person out for a stroll was on the route, that is until we reached Dinis Cottage with its tea rooms etc and here a group of children who were having great fun running and shouting and waving sticks, spooked poor Ruby and she disappeared into the nearby maze of bushes and trails and it took me a few minutes to find her again. So with the panic over I continue on and reached the busy ring of Kerry road which we went straight across and joined the steep track that heads up the north side of Torc Mountain. I had been running for 45 minutes by now but if I thought the steep steps would give me a chance to catch my breath I was sadly mistaken. I didn't have a hope of trying to run up here but I tried to maintain a "fast" pace as I rose steeply above the lake. It was bloody tough and eventually I had my hands on my thighs and was pushing on them as I went in order to lessen the strain. I'm not sure how much height is gained here but I would guess around two hundred meters or so. I was really glad to arrive at the point where the trail turns left and traverses across the face of the mountain before eventually arriving back down at the upper carpark above the waterfall. This was a delightful section which was well made and at times dropped fairly steeply until I eventually arrived on the flat section where it joins the Old Kenmare Road. Now the nature of the route changes once again and over the next eight kilometers I went from woodland out into open wild boggy terrain before entering once again a narrow wooded glen. Then once again open bog before another stint in wonderful ancient oak forest and finally open ground once again back to the car. So after a couple of hours and a couple of downpours we arrived at the car where a change of clothes and a delicious apple and cinnamon pancake en-route made for an excellent start to the weekend.
Looking across Lough Leane 

Across Muckross Lake towards Torc

Ruby all business at the top of "The Steps" on Torc

Looking over Muckross Lake and Lough Leane

Looking back on the "Old Kenmare Road"

Approaching the oak woods towards the end.
Sunday April 27th;

I got up reasonably early so that I could have an outing on the hills and still be back in time for myself and Margaret to have a normal holiday day. So with that in mind I drove the four or so miles and opted to do a round of Coomcallee. I parked down a rough little lane and I decided to do the round in an anticlockwise direction so I headed up and across the boggy ground towards Coomnahoma and Gowlanes East. I was expecting a real mucky wet bogfest but I was pleasantly surprised to find that the grass was cropped short and bar the odd spot I was able to enjoy good running conditions. My legs were feeling the aftereffects of the previous days run but they soon loosened out. There then followed a stiff walk to the unnamed summit at 590 meters. Unfortunately the cloud descended before I reached the top and I realized that I had left my map and compass in the car but when I reached the top I decided to follow the easy ridge ahead. This proved to be a mistake and after I had gone about half a kilometer and the cloud lifted I realized that I was heading in the wrong direction and I had to traverse across to the coll above Lough Coomcurrane and then traverse again to the correct coll at Lough Coomeenatierna. What a tit, but it could have been worse. I was actually heading in a northeasterly direction at first when I should have been heading west. Note to self,,remember the map and compass next time. Anyway despite my navigational ineptitude I was back on track and enjoying myself immensely.
Looking into Coomcallee

Looking back towards Sneem

Looking east

From the coll towards the 590 mtr top.
From the coll I now had about a kilometer and a half to cover and two hundred meters to climb before I reached the summit of Coomcallee itself. It is a rather disappointing summit with a broad boggy almost flat top that didn't really merit the detour and certainly didn't inspire one to linger so I now set off on the very pleasant descent. I went due east for about three quarters of a kilometer before the ground drops steeply down the eastern side of the coum that holds Lough Coomcallee. This is a lovely spot and gives one a worthy excuse to stop and rest a while before descending with care down the outflow to the valley floor. a very nice run followed back the remaining couple of kilometers to the car. I was feeling good and had enjoyed the morning greatly. It wasn't a huge effort but at about 10 kilometers and 700 meters of ascent it made me feel that I had had a worthy workout. That afternoon we visited the pre Christian fortification at Staigue. It is an impressive but desolate spot and offers a window into ancient times.
Lough Coomcallee

Back near the car

The very impressive Staigue Fort

Monday April 28th;

I got up this morning feeling the effects of a few beers the previous night not to mention my previous runs but any lingering doubts I had about doing something today vanished when I looked out and saw a gorgeous weather day. Crystal clear air and the mountains framed in a clear blue sky with only a gentle breeze was what greeted me when I left the front door of the apartment. I had opted to leave the car and run as far as Knocknagantee and do a round of its coum. The little lane that leads to the base of the climb was a delight with a profusion of furze and birds, insects and sheep with their lambs my only companions on the way. There was real heat in the air as well and summer seemed to be competing with spring for supremacy. I jogged happily along and the miles slid by. In fact it was over five miles before the road petered out and I started to climb at Derrynagree.Again I opted to do the round in an anticlockwise direction and after I walked in close to Eagles Lough I climbed steeply to the again unnamed top at 636 meters. I must confess to finding the going tough today but my word what a payoff lay in store once I reached the summit. Not only were the views across the coum towards the impressive southeast face of Knocknagantee wonderful and of course the views back towards Sneem and the Beara Peninsula beyond stunning, but the sight of the Reeks rising majestically above the valley beyond Cloon Lough simply took the breath away. I had forgotten how great this view was and I didn't need any excuse to relax for a bit and soak it all in. The entire landscape in every direction was impressive and beautiful and here I was in entirely trackless mountaintop and not another soul to be seen. It felt very special indeed.
The view towards Knocknagantee from the lane

Heading up towards Eagle Lough

The southeastern face of Knocknagatee

Towards the western end of the Everagh Peninsula

Towards The Reeks
After trying to take it all in I set off down steep, grippy, slabby rock to the wonderfully rugged ground by Lough Coomanassig. Some nice little scrambling options presented themselves on the first half of the 200 meter climb before the angle eased and I was able to walk/run to the summit of Knocknagantee at 676 meters. Now by descending west I was able to join the fine metaled track that made the remainder of the descent to the lane a delight. I was tired but on a high and I actually ran the return leg to the apartment considerably quicker than on the way in. So after a total of just over fourteen miles and 800 meters of ascent I arrived back. The long shower and good feed that followed went some way to restoring me and we enjoyed a nice relaxing drive around some of the Beara Peninsula that afternoon. When the weather is like this there are so few places to compare. Indeed we have promised ourselves that the next time we will stay for a week. I'm not sure if my body could take it.
Wonderful rugged ground.

A long run back

Great views in all directions

View from Kilmacalogue Harbour

The entire Everagh Peninsula

Thursday, April 10, 2014

The Hags Glen Horseshoe

With an eye to my trip to the Pyrenees in June I decided to have a good workout today and head for the Reeks once again and do the Hags Glen Horseshoe. This is the full circuit of the glen and goes from Cruach Mor right around over Carrauntoohil and Benkeeragh before finally descending Knockbrinnea back to the car. Once again I left home with blue skies and little breeze only to see a weather front approach as I went west. When I left the car in Lisliebane the back of the glen was dark and gloomy and the cloud was blanketing the tops. The wind was fairly strong as well so the day promised to be, shall we say refreshing. I decided to take both walking poles and see if they would be a help on such a substantial outing and I have to say I am becoming a convert to the benefits of them. Without a doubt there was less strain felt when the day was done and despite the day being over 17 kilometers and having over 1700 meters of climbing/ descent my knees were fine at the finish and I now have to decide whether to take one or two poles to the Pyrenees. I kept up a reasonable pace and finished the round in six hours and I was well pleased. The walk along the ridge wasn't too bad and most of the time the wind could be avoided and it wasn't until I was descending from Carrauntoohil  and on the Benkeerach ridge that I was fully exposed to it. Temperature wise, it wasn't too bad either until I was coming down from Benkeerach when the weather cleared up beautifully but the temperature dropped four degrees and things became decidedly chilly. Anywhere there was rock to be negotiated considerable care had to be taken and in places things were quite slippery and any where that was scrambly I didn't bother with the poles as I feel they are more of a hindrance than a help. On the descents however they were great and I found that they reduced any jarring to a minimum. Curve gully still has a considerable amount of snow in it and could still possibly offer a nice grade 1 winter outing if a frosty night came. All and all it was a great day.

Cnock na Peiste Lough
Almost back at the car and the days has cleared up nicely.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Two Days On The Twelve Bens Connemara.

Last weekend I went with Frank to Connemara for a few days hiking/climbing. Though Frank has been living here for over sixteen years now he had never been on the Twelve Bens and indeed it had been quite a while since I had climbed them myself so I was really looking forward to the chance to re-acquaint myself with them. I had booked the week off work in order to try and make a start on the many chores that need seeing to after the builders left but an enduring pernicious cold/virus had me feeling under the weather for a full month and I hadn't been able to get much done. I had intended getting away for a few days and would have probably hit on Snowdonia but Frank suggested we aim for Connemara and I readily agreed. We set off Thursday evening after Frank's work and made good time and we settled into the excellent Clifden Town Hostel at about eight thirty where Sean (the proprietor) soon had us settled into a twin room and we relaxed for the evening. I had started a course of antibiotics the day before and I was feeling a bit whacked but I was hoping that better days were soon to arrive.

Friday March 28th;
From the slopes of Benlettery

Friday dawned and we got up soon afterward and after a good breakfast we were on the road towards The Bens by 08.15 and we were ready and walking by 08.45. The target for today was the excellent Glencoaghan Horseshoe which rightly claims to be one of the finest walks in Ireland. We parked about a mile beyond the hostel at the base of Benlettery where the climbing starts. There was a chilly breeze blowing but the morning was dry and the cloud was barely touching the highest tops. Once we reached the hostel we left the road and set on up the steep mountainside. One good thing about steep ground is that height is gained quickly and soon we were enjoying expanding views across the flat boggy ground towards Roundstone and beyond. I have often pondered and discussed with friends the merits of the various places we visit and there is a semi consensus that Connemara is the most beautiful area, certainly in Ireland, and perhaps in these islands. Anyway upwards we went but soon Frank was suffering and our progress slowed. We took it one bit at a time and eventually we reached the first of the six tops on the route Benlettery which at just 577 meters is not that high but its position, soaring 560 meters over the flat expanse of bog and water that stretch away for miles to the sea, give it a grand feel and of course the way ahead is now also to be seen and the majesty of these mountains becomes even clearer.
A nice slabby section, steeper that it looks here

The way ahead

Typical ground

Back to Benlettery

 It is hard to explain to someone who has never been here how these mountains which reach only just over 2000 feet can be described as majestic yet I can think of no better word for them. They are arranged in a sort of starfish shape with the highest (Benbaun 729 mtrs) at the center. The ones on the southern side on which we were walking today have steep flanks and are predominantly rocky in nature which is in such a contrast to most of the rest of the country and are made of Quartzite. The only other mountains that I have seen in these islands that can compare are The Coulins in Skye although those are considerably higher and sharper. It is a real treat to walk on ground that is peat free but the rocky ground poses its own difficulties as well. Anyway the next top, Glengower, is easy to reach with only a short drop and an easy ridge to its 664 mtr top. From here there is a steep descent to just 450 mtrs before a stiff climb to the summit of Benbreen 691mtrs. From here there is a broad rough rocky undulating ridge that goes in an L shape before another steep drop to the col under Bencollaghduff. Along here we were treated to the full force of the stiff wind and we even had some snow in our faces to keep us focused. By now Frank had recovered somewhat and we were able to make steady progress. Once we reached the Col we were both glad to have a good bite to eat and relax and soak in the stunning views. After lunch we climbed the mostly easy ridge to the Bencollaghduff 696 mtrs summit but we managed to enjoy a couple of scrambles up some steep rocky banks that presented themselves. Another long descent of just over 200 mtrs followed before another steep climb to the highest point of the day Bencorr 711 mtrs which offered another great place to rest a while and enjoy the stunning views in all directions. Down again before the final pull to the last top of the day Derryclare. A long but easy descent on mercifully springy turf saw us arrive on the valley floor and a nice walk for a couple of kilometers on a beautiful little lane saw us back at the car. It had been a great day.
Looking back to Glengower

Looking back and across from Bencorr

The first half of the route

Towards Benbaun

Towards Bencorr

Towards Roundstone

Saturday March 29th;

Today was supposed to be a bad weather day and indeed when we left to head once again to "The Bens" the air seems pregnant with moisture and the cloud base was down to about 500 meters. We had decided to do the Gleninagh Horseshoe which would again see us climb Bencorr and Bencollaghduff but in the opposite direction and culminate in climbing Benbaun which I had never done. Whereas yesterday was a big outing of over sixteen kilometers with over 1600 meters of ascent today's outing was a few kilometers shorter and and had a few hundred meters less climbing. We parked just up the lane off the main road at the base of Knockpasheenmore. We opted to do the horseshoe in a clockwise direction as that would leave the easier descent and would finish right at the car. We walked in the lane a short way before setting off across the flat expanse of bog to the base of Bencorrbeg (577 mtrs). Here we were faced with a steep 500 meter climb but towards the top we were able to find nice scrambly bits that made things more interesting. Frank was doing better today as well so there were less stops en-route. Across the valley the Maumturks looked wonderful and the weather looked like it was getting better as well. Before we reached the rugged top we were enveloped in the mist but before we left the cloud had lifted and stayed high for the remainder of the day. It was a little less windy and a few degrees warmer as well so we were well happy. Now we were able to enjoy the view along the rocky ridge that stretches onward to Bencorr. To reach the summit we had to do a short out and back from point 690 before descending steeply and then rising another couple of hundred meters more easily to the summit of Bencollaghduff where we enjoyed a bite of lunch. Though we had been on these two peaks yesterday, today had a different feel to it since we approached both from different directions.
The Maumturks looking moody.

Heading across the bog towards Bencorrbeg

Looking across at Letterbreckaun

Too old for selfies

Frank enjoying some choice scrambling

After lunch another long descent to the lowest pass on the route Maumina which is a truely lovely viewpoint but as it is only at just over 400 meters it meant that we were left with over 300 meters to reach the top of Benbaun which at 729 meters if the highest on the range. Here the nature of the mountains change. Now the rough Quartzite underfoot is replaced with green grassy slopes that are much easier on these ageing knees. As we rose higher the views got better and better and the impressive northern flanks of Bencollaghduff are revealed. We made good progress and before long we were marveling at glorious vistas in every direction. Fine mountain scenery surrounded us and fed the senses and beyond the backdrop of the Atlantic framed everything. There was a lovely remote feel to the place and it was easy to understand why people travelled from all over the world to visit here. After a suitable pause to try and take it all in we set off in a northwest direction, steeply at first and then gently along the boggy plateau to Knockpasheenmore where we descended the final 400 meters on wonderful springy dry grassy ground to the car. It had been another wonderful day in this most special of places. We retired to Clifden for the night and decided to do a hike on the Maumturks the following day.
On the slopes of Benbaun looking at Bencollaghduff and Benbreen

Summit panorama

Thr ridge up from Bencorrbeg

Benbaun and beyond

Down in Maumina

I called this rock "The Watchman"

Towards Diamond Hill

Carrot Ridge and other rock routes on Bencollaghduff

The stunning Inagh Valley

Sunday March 30th;

We awoke to beautiful blue skies and the promise of the best weather of the trip. Unfortunately Frank decided that two days was as much as he wanted to do as he was going on holiday to see his girlfriend in a couple of days and he didn't want to have any aches and pains so I was left with little option but to return home. I was pretty gobsmacked and disappointed and it was a pity to merely be driving past the mountains on the way back. I dropped him off and I had intended to perhaps go for a run at home but as the day was so nice and it was still before midday I took one look at the Galtee mountains and decided what the heck, I still had time for another climb. So I made the thirty mile detour and headed to the Clydagh Valley Horseshoe. Though they are a fair bit higher the difference between "The Bens" and the Galtees goes much further. While the Bens are predominantly rocky, the Galtees are almost entirely blanketed in peat and are of a much more rounded and less rugged nature. That's not to say they don't have their own charm and while I have been a bit remiss in the frequency in which I visit them I still get a buzz every time. Today was no exception and as I crested the hill by Lisvarinane the whole of the northern side of the range looked wonderful.

 I arrived at the carpark and quickly changed and I was on the move at 12.45. I hadn't gone very far when I saw the first signs that there was a change in the weather coming. The blue sky had been replaced by a high, thin, steely grey layer of cloud that had seemed to creep overhead imperceptibly. Sure enough before long some cloud started to gather on the summit of GaltyMor (919 mtrs) and this gradually expanded and lowered  to cover GaltyBeg at 800 meters. Ah well I was here now and a day on the hills isn't all about great views so I pressed on. I was moving well and the summit of Slievecushnabinnia at 766 meters soon arrived. Though I was well above the height of Benbaun it certainly didn't feel like it and the nature of the terrain was such a contrast. An easy climb up and around the rim of the large coum of Lough Curra saw me reach the final pull to the top of GaltyMor. Any views had long since dissappeared and I had been in the cloud since the 700 meter contour. The rain had also arrived with the cloud but I was still enjoying myself. I had no reason to stop and I set off from the summit towards GaltyBeg. I dropped quickly but managed to drift off the true way and eventually realized that I was on unfamiliar ground. I stopped and brought out my compass and realized that instead of heading in a northeast direction I had managed to swing around to a southwest direction and was going down the wrong side of the mountain. I finally did what I should have done at the summit and took a bearing and set off in the correct direction. Still no harm done and I was soon back on track and struggling up through the terribly mucky ground to GaltyBeg. Here I sensibly kept the compass handy and set off in the direction of Cush. A long drop and a tiring couple of hundred meter climb to my final top in the ever worsening weather meant I was glad to finally arrive back down at the car. I was pleased that I had done the round in well under four hours but all I wanted to do was change into dry clothes and head home. It hadn't been what I was expecting to get done today but it was a worthy workout and overall it had been a great few days.
The Clydagh Valley Horseshoe on the Galtees, quite different