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This was an interesting hillwalk to say the least.
The weather was superb, as were the underfoot conditions. It was not too cold or
too hot and the peaks looked absolutely incredible, like I've never seen them
before.
Then there were numerous false summits of A' Chrois, the lack of food (oops), loosing my ice axe,
etc (!!) To be honest, if there was a day that wasn't on my side it was
this one. Yet all the same, the conditions were fabulous and I can say I'm
immensely glad I got out to the hills... we all just have our off-days
sometimes.
Ascent of A' Chrois
Once at Arrochar, (11.30am) I began walking up the
old tramline path straight up Narnain, which was a bit featureless. Of course,
Ben Lomond was impressive and had a real alpine look to it again. The plan was
to cut across to A' Chrois, and over the ridge to Beinn Narnain before
descending, which I hoped I could do in four hours. Beinn Narnain again ... it
would be the fourth time up Narnain, and I'd hoped to visit some new peaks but
it wasn't happening and I'm visiting the same mountain again. That just
means I try a new ridge and the whole mountains different from that perspective
anyway.
Anyway, at 1100 feet and by 12 midday, I turned right to approach Coire
Feorline. I couldn't find a track, so cut a route across, although the land
rover tracks below seemed to offer an easy enough way into the corrie. I took my
own off road route over to the Allt Sugach, and then began cutting my way up the
side of A' Chrois. Beinn Narnain looked incredibly alpine and wild, and it was
just breathtaking. The sky was an awesome blue above and Narnain was snow and
rock, and real idyllic looking mountain today. The weather was playing ball with
me in the Arrochar Alps for 2008! (see February '08 on the same peaks)
The route up A' Chrois was a bit of a slog, but things got interesting as the
views opened out more and patches of snow made an appearance. I was hitting the
snowline, it was 12.40pm, and I was behind schedule for getting back to Glasgow
for 6pm. (Rehearsal)
At one point on the way up A' Chrois, my foot went through three feet of snow
and straight into a bog underneath. I pulled my foot out - jeans on, no gaiters
so I whisked off the boot, got new socks on and all was fine. Then there was the
wet jeans, so I put one of the gaiters underneath and that too was sorted.
Onwards I go!
Then I realised that A' Chrois was giving me false summit after false summit.
However I kept bashing at it, and as one summit came into view, I get to it only
to see another above. Over and over that seemed to happen, and just as things
were become a joke, I asked the first guy I'd seen all day how far it was to go
and apparently all there was to go was what I could see. Thank god for that.
Anyways, I slogged up the final section and at 1.35pm reached the summit.
Marked by a small cairn, I got a few photos beside it; some turned out well.
There were excellent views across to Ben Vane and Vorlich, like I'd never seen
them before. It was also the first time I could see clearly the routes up both
mountains and the Loch Sloy Dam.
Creag Tharsuinn
However, I had to move on and I began
descending. There was a lot of snow lying and it ran in a great swooping curve
down to the bealach before the ground went up again to Tharsuinn. I essentially
ran down, and the snow carried me making for an eventful and enjoyable descent,
as well as an efficient one. Then came to getting up Tharsuinn. How bloody
annoying.
I clambered up the side, and could feel the fatigue coming on. I was
just exhausting myself. The snow was making me work harder, and while I was
getting enough water, I clearly didn't have enough food or time to rest.
Additionally, now I was at this point on the ridge, there was little where else
to get down asides to follow the long route over Narnain and back to Arrochar.
(There's a break in the cliffs on Tharsuinn that can be used to get into Coire
Feorline. That would have helped a lot to have a quick descent route but I
didn't know about it)
Beinn Narnain
I got to the top of Creag Tharsuinn which in reality was just a bump on the
undulating ridge, but I stopped at is cairned summit anyway. A quick rest and I
began the ascent up Narnain. I was already pretty tired and wasn't looking
forward to the final pull to the top. I went anyway and it was a hard pull up
the side. The views were excellent though which made things a little better but
I worked on it endlessly. After a while, I was actually getting near the top.
At this point that I wondered where
my axe was. I felt around with my hand. Where on earth was it? I took off my
rucksack, and it had gone. It was way below me, somewhere on the ridge, and
while I would have gone back to find it, I simply had no time as it was and
realised very quickly that I wouldn't get it.
It dominated my thoughts for the rest of the way, and I was just so pissed off I'd lost it... Ah,
maybe I'll get it back? Nevertheless, I clambered up the side and reached the
summit at 3pm. That meant I only had half an hour to get down, I ended up just
accepting I'd be late.
Descent
So I descended, and took the route down the back to the Bealach a' Mhaim. It was
a simple enough route to take and although I'd rather go down the front of
Narnain, without an axe this was completely out of the question. No way was I
taking the crags down.
Descent was quite quick, although I somehow hit my right thumb rather badly and
it was bruised, cut up and was bleeding. It healed itself though and was only
annoying later on.
Descent was a bit featureless, like always, but I had the last of the foot,
guzzled down the Diet Irn-Bru and worked my way down as fast as I could. I spoke
to dad via' mobile briefly and him and mum were at the bench 300 feet up. I was
near the dam and already pushing time a bit late. Eventually I met mum and dad,
and it was a nice walk back to the car with them. I'd arrived back a few minutes
short of an hour late which was shocking considering my timekeeping is usually
so immaculate, but I hadn't considered how much bloody work it would be!
We left Arrochar around 4.30pm and arrived back home an hour later, where I got some
food, packed away drum stuff and shot off to rehearsal before it was too late.
Time-wise things turned out fine anyway, so there were no problems, I suppose
some of the events just shadowed the immensity of the day otherwise.
It's all lessons and experience however. And I suppose I haven't given enough
emphasis to just how great the weather was: check the pictures, everything was
as near to perfect as they could get, but loosing my axe just immensely annoyed
me, and it seemed so stupid to not have realised it had dropped. Along with
everything else. But all in all a great day, where asides the fatigue I actually
felt great. There were no sore, wet feet or screaming thighs at the end, I was
feeling mostly fine.
So what do I take from it? Rest. Food. Time. Three things I need to work on. I
needed rest, although time wasn't on my side and I didn't have a lot of time to
rest. I also needed more food for this walk, and was something I could have done
with. I'm sure I would have become more able to complete the route quickly had I
had suitable amounts of food. (i.e. energy) Lastly, I could have done with more
time, or flip it the other way and I could have done with a shorter route! It
was too long for what time I had set myself, but all things to work on. I
suppose that's what these days are for: to learn from and although at some
points I just wanted to get down, it's all stuff to work on!
Written 2008-03-16
Proofed 2008-05-24
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