Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Monday, 23 May 2011
13th - 15th May 2011 - Gorton, Beinn a' Chreachain and Beinn Achallader
Beinn a' Chreachain (1081m) NN373440
Summitted: Saturday 14th May 2011
Summitted: Saturday 14th May 2011
Beinn Achallader (1038m) NN344432
Summitted: Saturday 14th May 2011
Summitted: Saturday 14th May 2011
Setting off from Edinburgh on the Friday evening, we (Myself, Moray, Andy and bothy neophyte/Papa Smurf lookalike Will) parked up at Achallader farm just in time for the rain to start. We managed to make it over the ford (with wet feet) and over the main bridge before it got dark, and hammered it the rest of the way up the track to Gorton without stopping to put on head torches. There were a few stumbles, but we all made it in one piece and arrived to find the place empty. After just a few drinks the call of the sleeping bag became strong and we had all turned in by about 2 a.m.
The following day, we managed to get ourselves fed and out the door in the direction of Beinn a' Chreachain by just after noon. An early start by some standards. We were expecting to take about 7 hours to do both Beinn a' Chreachain and Beinn Achallader but this ended up at almost exactly 10 hours walking, give or take a few breaks.
The 'Jacobite', on the way up to Fort William for the summer season |
We followed the track East from the bothy over the bridge and under the railway line (at the exact moment a train came speeding over!) and picked our way along a very rough track towards the square tree plantation. We followed the eastern fence of the plantation up onto the NE ridge of Beinn a' Chreachain.
Eating lunch in the lee of a rock on the NE ridge of Beinn a' Chreachain |
Will wondering how much further to go (only 8 hours more!) |
Rannoch moor - Ben Alder and Beinn Bheoil just visible to the left of the Loch Ericht gap |
'Papa Smurf' not looking happy - Only 7 hours to go! |
Snow on the Blackmount, rain guarding the gates to Glencoe |
The summit of Beinn a' Chreachain |
The summit of Beinn a' Chreachain |
We headed down from the summit and followed the path over the shoulder of Meall Buidhe to Beinn Achallader, which is considereably more rocky than Beinn a' Chreachain. There was a little bit of scrambling to be done at the foot of the summit cone, with a sheer drop to the right hand side, but apart from this, it's not a difficult ascent.
Papa Smurf, nearing the summit of Beinn Achallader |
Loch Tulla from the summit |
The summit cairn |
Beinn Achallader summit photo |
No more climbing, right? |
Loch Tulla from Beinn Achallader |
Descending the steep side to the burn (Allt Coire Achalladair) |
Allt Coire Achalladair |
The descent down the west side of Beinn Achalalder was very steep and seemed to go on forever, dropping over 500m of height in less than 1Km, but once we reached the burn, it was easy to follow it north to the railway line. We had decided to walk alongside the track until we got to the bridge at Barravourich, to avoid getting our feet wet at the ford near Achallader farm.
By the time we got back to the bothy it was after 10 and we'd been on the hoof for about 10 hours, a good few hours longer than we had expected. We were all glad to see the bothy and got the fire going and some food on. Will the Rookie was looking exhausted but managed to get enough Jack Daniels down his neck to feel queasy before crashing out.
On sunday, we had a leasuirely breakfast and headed down the track in a bit of light rain. Pizzas (and a porcelain toilet) at the Green Wellie Stop beckoned.
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Rois Bheinn, a secret howff and Resourie
Thursday 21st - Sunday 24th April 2011
Leaving Edinburgh in the evening, we were aiming to stay the night in a secret bothy that I won't name or locate, apart from saying that it's somewhere in the Lochaber area, but by the time we arrived at the closest parking spot it was pitch dark and finding the bothy would be difficult in the dark considering none of us had been at it before. We decided to change plan and drove to Glenuig where we pitched our tent by the pub and sat on 'the rock' to open a few beers. Soon after, Frads - one of the locals and a prior acquaintance - came stumbling along the road and invited us into his house for a drink. It turned out to be a later night than intended, as is usual in Glenuig.
Next day, we pulled up the tent and headed up Rois Bheinn ('Rainy hill'), which proved challenging as it was probably the hottest day in the year so far.
The large summit cairn on Rois Bheinn |
Although not a Munro, Rois Bheinn is a solid Corbett, rising 882 metres (2893 feet) from sea level, with the starting point not much above 10 metres above the sea. It's a big lump, with two long steep sections and a number of false summits before the top, despite a deceptively simple-looking shape when looked at from down below.
Loch Ailort from the summit of Rois Bheinn |
An Stac from the top of Rois Bheinn |
We descended back to the car and headed along to the Lochailort Inn for a quick pint, having heard that it had recently changed hands - being bought by the new owner of the estate as he was keen that there be a decent boozer to hand and many locals weren't happy with the way it had been run before.
We headed along to the aforementioned secret bothy, struggling to pick our way round the coast to it through some hellish pot-hole filled bogs. On arrival, we found the bothy to be occupied so we pitched our tent on a flat area below, which turned out to be infested with ticks in numbers I have never seen the like of before. In fact, the whole area between the bothy and the car was infested. It seemed as though each blade of grass had a dozen ticks on it, waiting for a host to pass by.
Camping spot - infested with bloody ticks! |
The howff, from below. |
On Saturday, we lifted the tent and hoofed back to the car. We were heading for Resourie and decided to stop off at Castle Tioram to see how well it was still standing. The owner wants to rebuild the castle as a home and as a museum for the Clan MacDonald. However, Historic Scotland will not give permission for this, insisting it is 'maintained as a ruin' - neither rebuilding nor letting it fall down.
Castle Tioram |
Castle Tioram |
We headed off to Resourie, where we found a couple had arrived a few minutes before us. There was plenty of wood for fuel and we soon had a decent fire going in the newly re-lined lum. The bothy had previously suffered from flooding, but the drainage ditch behind has been re-dug and moisture from the hill now flows around the building (rather than through it!).
Resourie Bothy |
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Loch Callater and a stab at Carn an Tuirc
Friday 11th - Sunday 13th March 2011
Driving up to Spittal of Glen Shee on the Friday night, we set up our tents behind the Inn and quaffed a few beers before turning in. It snowed consistently overnight and was set to continue steadily for the whole weekend. A plan to climb Glas Tulaichean dissolved as a post-breakfast digestion snooze turned into a 2pm panic. No time to climb munros, we packed up and jumped back into the car to head off to the bothy at Lochcallater, over the other side of Glen Shee.
Driving up to Spittal of Glen Shee on the Friday night, we set up our tents behind the Inn and quaffed a few beers before turning in. It snowed consistently overnight and was set to continue steadily for the whole weekend. A plan to climb Glas Tulaichean dissolved as a post-breakfast digestion snooze turned into a 2pm panic. No time to climb munros, we packed up and jumped back into the car to head off to the bothy at Lochcallater, over the other side of Glen Shee.
Inside Callater Stable - Plush as.
It took an hour and a half up the track, sometimes wading through deep snow drifts, to get to the Lochcallater stable bothy. It has no fireplace or woodburning stove, so we were carrying a spare tin of gas to try to heat the place up a bit. It's insulated well enough, but burning the stove did little but provide placebo-effect warmth. Jack Daniels and Mr Kronenbourg helped stave off the cold. Outside the snow continued.
Sunday morning we got up and headed over the bridge to find the track up Carn an Tuirc. This was easily found but swiftly lost under the snowdrifts and a more direct ascent was decided. The weather was settled at the level of the loch, but as we gained height, the wind whipped up and visibility became more restricted.
Lochcallater Bothy from over the river
With the low visibility, navigation was difficult and as we climed up the summit cone of Carn an Tuirc, we encountered slabs of ice with soft fresh snow sitting on the top. The combination meant that there was a risk of avalanche and the possibility of being swept down into the featureless whiteout - meaning it would be near impossible to find anyone who fell and any injury sustained in the fall would quickly become fatal in the sub-zero conditions.
A bit parky.
Ice slabs
Crampon Time
Disappointed, we turned back to the bothy. The going was tough as the consistent snow had created deep snowdrifts in the shallow gullies. After a cup of tea at the bothy, we packed up and headed back down the track to the car - another hour and a half without a break to get back in daylight (just).
Heading back up to Glen Shee, the snow became quickly much heavier as we gained height in the car until wheelspin stopped us dead. 2 people pushing got us moving again, but the effort involved was too much and we didn't know how far it was to the top of the pass. The only choice was to turn round and head back to Edinburgh via Aberdeen, adding a good bit onto our journey back. Suddenly a 10pm return turned into a 3am return.
Labels:
Carn an Tuirc,
Glen Shee,
Lochcallater,
Spittal of Glenshee
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