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This was my
second hillwalk of the day with Michael, having already climbed Ciste
Dhubh in the early hours of the morning.
We'd had a few hours sleep in the back his van before waking up
feeling a bit fresher. The plan for today was to climb three Munros
along the north side of Glen Shiel: Aonach Meadhoin, Sgurr a' Bhealaich
Dheirg and Saileag. Saileag didn't materialise, but lack of daylight
pretty much determined this and we thought it best to go down as night
fell on Sgurr a' Bhealaich Dheirg.
We woke up fairly late, got breakfast and got our things organised. Everything was still wet
from the Ciste Dhubh climb, and the camera very much so. Instead I
opted to use my small point-and-shoot that hadn't been out for a long
time, although before December 2008 I used it regularly. I hadn't used this little camera since January and it turned out
to be more trouble than it was worth - the date and time wasn't set, so
I couldn't derive summit times like I usually do for walks. I had to
speak the times into small movies everywhere I went. It was a big pain
in the ass, especially when the quality of the photos turned out to be
disappointingly bad. I should have taken the big camera - not a drop of
precipitation fell at any point during this walk, and the wind would probably have dried
out the big camera anyway.
Aonach Meadhoin
We set off at 12.20pm - horrendously late for winter Munros, you may
think. But we were happy enough doing this. I'd
appreciated the extra sleep. Michael, Kevin McK and I walked together
for the first section up the glen, then Michael and I would climb Aonach
Meadhoin while Kevin McK went straight towards Sgurr a' Bhealaich
Dheirg's summit. We'd meet each other on the latter hill and then
descend together.
Aonach Meadhoin was essentially one great slog up the southern spur
between the two corries of Coire na Cadha and Coire Tholl Bhruach. Steep
most of the way, it was a fair slog but once above the snow
line things were more interesting. Although the nice views of the South
Shiel Ridge had gone once we were in cloud, the winter conditions and
blizzard-less whiteouts were great fun to walk in. A wind was blasting across the ridge however
and made for harder going conditions. We reached the summit of Aonach
Meadhoin without hitch, and found a fairly large summit cairn on a broad
summit. No sharp ridges here. There was even some direct sunlight
filtering through from the setting sun, giving the sky and ground a
golden tint. If I'd brought my good camera then it would have picked the
colours out a little better but something's just aren't to be.
Sgurr a' Bhealaich Dheirg: interesting, and 'intense' summit
We continued onwards to the second Munro of the day on a compass bearing
which brought us to a spectacularly narrow ridge. I climbed onto it
first with Michael behind me. Realising the photo opportunity, I asked
him to take a picture on his phone. The quality is debatable, but that's
fair enough - my camera wasn't much better and it would have been too
much hassle to hand over anyway. The knife edge ridge rises in the background and
looks pretty good. It's nice to get photos of these such places,
especially when taking photos can be such a challenge or inconvenience.
As we reached the bealach between the two hills, it began to get dark
and the light gradually dimmed all the way to to the summit of Dheirg.
We caught up with Kevin McKeown and his dog Rupert (who has done far
more Munros than myself!) and we continued upwards
together.
The summit was the more interesting part of this hill. It sits out on a
narrow arête away from the main ridge which requires some careful
walking to get to. I'd imagine it would be quite easy in summer, but in
the dim light of a winter's evening, it was a different story. I knew
there to be a great cairn standing at the end of this ridge, although
didn't realise how long the ridge would be.
I got onto it first and began to work my way along. Conditions
were far from ideal - the light was absolutely flat and the remaining
sunlight dim. There was no way of reading the snow other than
stepping and putting faith in good judgement. Moreover, the ridge is
bouldery (I've read there's a dry stone wall along it too) and a
misplaced foot would be an easy ankle-breaker. Hardly the place to be
breaking ankles...
I got myself into a rhythm and made from progress along the ridge, but
Michael and Kevin didn't follow. By the time I'd realised, they were
almost out of sight. I suppose it was a narrow ridge, so perhaps they didn't want
to. ('Intense' is how I described it to myself in my head) But I'm not going to second guess others. I had hesitated when I realised they weren't
coming, but by this point I could see the summit cairn clearly. I
climbed a couple more
scrambly bits and I was there, at the end of a short but spectacularly
narrow ridge that I'd have to reverse. There were some big steps along
the way too which I'd have to climb down but I figured I'd worry about
that on the way back. They didn't look too bad.
I spent a couple of moments at the top, took pictures and video, touched the top of the cairn,
then headed back towards Michael and Kevin.
Break at the summit, nightfall, and descent
The ridge was easy on the way back, especially since I'd broken a trail
on the way across. The summit itself was being blasted by an easterly
wind, though our position near the summit was shaded
from this. The air was still and hardly cold at all. Quite comfortable, we stopped for a long time
and sat and enjoyed ourselves as night fell on the summit. Getting down
would be easy - just follow the footprints back.
I had time to dig myself a small bucket-type snow seat, which made
things a bit warmer still. It was great fun, I really enjoyed myself up
there. Once everyone was happy to move on, we followed our
footprints down. Someone even had the clever idea to film our silly descent
on their camera which is full of nonsense, sliding down in the
dark on our arses and so on.
Beneath the snowline though, the descent dragged on for a long time. We
descended Kevin McK's route of ascent - across the arm of Meall a'
Charra - and then down to the glen below. In the dark everything seemed
to take a lot longer, but we got down with plenty of hard slogging.
Down by the river and bordering the forests, a path on the west bank
took us back to the the car park in Glen Shiel, where after a dragged
out descent we arrived at the car park in the dark, with the skies now
partially clear and stars out above.
Post-walk
We spent plenty time relaxing after the walk and took our time
to pack up. The stars were out too now and that was pretty nice to see.
Later on, Michael and I would drive across Scotland to Blair Atholl
where he had a caravan. The next day he climbed the two Munros to the
east of the Drumochter Pass while I had a quieter day around Blair
Atholl with the camera. We headed home on Sunday evening.
Also, for the record, I climbed Aonach Meadhoin and Sgurr a' Bhealaich
Dheirg in Kevin McK's three season boots. I couldn't face putting my
feet in Michael's Scarpa Mantas again, and three season boots felt like
a dream. What about suitability to winter conditions you ask? This
wasn't really a problem. I'd been using crampons the entire time we were
above the snowline and being flexible 10 pointed Grivel's, they didn't
snap. They were just extremely comfortable boots and very water
resistant as far as three seasons go - didn't let in a drop of water.
Whether or not it was a good idea to put crampons on these boots, I
often forgot about them they
didn't bother me the entire time. I was damned lucky that Kevin had a pair and it was
fantastic to have a real winter walk without aching feet, like on Ciste
Dhubh. Next time I will remember to bring boots.
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