|
The Cobbler, again!
Sam Munro was planning the Cobbler with her little cousin Ali, who was
coming up from England. (I don't remember where - Manchester?) Sam's workmate Calum also came along and I dropped in at the last
minute.
I had thought about travelling up with Sam, but driving myself would be
good practice, after all. I was still quite anxious when driving on the
fast roads, (I've lost count of the near misses I've seen on the A82) but
took Steve's car for the day and decided to give it a go.
Then I managed to leave home late and I wasn't happy from then on!
Driving under pressure is never a good thing, let alone your first time
on that kind of road. In Arrochar, I stopped by to the Esso for snacks
and drove around to the car park. I was ten minutes late, but Sam and
company were nowhere to be seen. I waited around, but decided to start
walking. If nothing else, going for a walk would calm the nerves I'd
built up on the drive. It seems ridiculous that driving should seem
stressful, but I suppose I had to go out my comfort zone some time. I
guessed that I'd meet Sam and co. en route, and as predicted I found
them about 150 metres up the path.
The rest of the day went without incident or antics, and the weather cooperated as we walked
past the dam and up to the Narnain Boulders. I thought it was nice that
Sam should take her cousin up such a mountain, since there's nothing to
rival it for miles. But I clearly noticed that for this popularity, the
trail suffers and the amount of litter was disappointing. Someone needs
to go up there with some bin bags. The Narnain Boulders are especially
bad: there are bags full of junk, a piece of carpet, banana skins...
We had lunch at the Boulders then plodded onward to the summit. Sam and
I caught up with life, we talked about my future plans. Then, at the
bealach below the North Peak, our attention was diverted to the hill. We
wanted to see Ali onto the summit pinnacle, but with big rain showers
advancing from the west, the wet rock may make it impossible.
Pinnacles and Peaks
I rushed up to the summit and in the end made it up the pinnacle several
times. And of course, we saw Ali up too. The tap turned on as
we left. Contrary to my old fears of the summit pinnacle, I was now able
to climb the Cobbler - to the very top - without fear of the drop: as it turns out, the exposure is never really the issue, because
if you trust your hands more than your fear, then there's no reason to
fall. That's all very well for climbs within my limit, though!
We climbed the North Peak which was some fun on damp rock. We descended
by the north path toward Bealach a' Mhaim, where we got chatting to some
woman who ended up asking about the surrounding hills. Sam and I ended
up showing them how Beinn Ime and Ben Vane on the map related to the
mountains in front of us, which led to them asking "Are you guides?". A
quick denial followed from both of us, but it's nice of them to ask!
And thus a long walk back to the car followed. I drove home feeling
tired, and unlike on the drive up, was too knackered to worry about
frayed nerves. The driving malarky sorted itself out in the long run: a few
weeks later I drove to Tyndrum without issue. It's funny how these
things go around.
 |
