Showing posts with label Southern Uplands. Show all posts
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Monday, 11 August 2014

Munro Bagging, August 2014; Day 3.

We were parked up by 8.15 this morning at Dalrigh near Tyndrum and walking by 8.30 as we had a long, hard day in front of us.  Our plan was to climb Ben Lui, often described as the finest mountain in the Southern Uplands.  It stands high above its neighbours, and its splendid shape in unmistakable.  In particular, the great north-east corrie, Coire Gaothaich, gives the mountain an alpine character as it often holds snow well into the summer.  We also intended to complete the full round including Ben Oss and Beinn Dubhchraig with the out and back to pick up Munro 281, Beinn a'Chleibh.  The day began with a long four mile walk in along Glen Lui alongside the fantastic River Cononish.  As we walked along the glen we were pleased to see a family group of stonechats with the young birds lining up along the fence to be fed.  Ben Lui loomed in front of us and it seemed impossible that there could be a route through the vertical looking corrie and onto the alpine-looking north-east ridge.  Once across the Allt an Rund burn, though, it was obvious that there was a route, although very steep particularly up the corrie wall onto the ridge.  Although we had excellent views and warm sun during the day, it chose this moment to rain, necessitating full waterproofs, so once again I was lathered and in in danger of becoming a blob of lard!!!  Eventually we pulled onto the spectacular summit, however, just as the cloud began to clear and another Munroist arrived from the opposite direction; he, however, was completing his last Munro, having climbed his first in the 1960's!!!
The long day in front of us meant there was little time for stopping so we quickly set off down the south west ridge to the col before scrambling up to the small Munro of Beinn a'Cleibh.  From here there were excellent views across to Glen Coe and Bidean nam Bian.  It is easy to become carried along on the crest of the Munro wave and to forget the hundreds of lower hills that may not even reach Corbett status (2500 feet), many of which have far more to attract the walker than some Munros; Stac Polliadh and Suilven, in the far north-west come to mind. 
Once back at the col we had to contour around the slopes of Ben Lui (to avoid its re-ascent) to the col below Ben Oss.  The traverse is pathless and the path up Ben Oss is described as 'shy', although we did pick it up and were grateful for it.  Once up this summit the way along a superb, broad and high level ridge to Bein Dubhcraig was straight forward and delightful.  There were spectacular views down into the glen and across to Ben Lui wihich was in shadow and looked very mean.  Loch Lomond and Ben Lomond were spread out before us to the south across miles of untouched moorland.
Wildlife highlights were the two mountain saxifrages, yellow and starry, that we found in the corrie on Ben Lui and are restricted to Scottish hills.  We also found plenty of butterwort and sundew, both specialists of nitrogen poor soils and both insectivorous.  I spotted a single hooded crow early in the day and a couple of ptarmigan whilst contouring round Ben Lui.
Once we had submitted on Beinn Dubhchraig we could see the car park three horizontal miles away but 3000 feet below us. It was a long tortuous descent across very boggy country with the added delight of walking through a remnant of ancient forest of Caledon, beatifully old and noble Scots pine trees that at one time covered much of Scotland.  The remaining bastion of the Caledonian Pine Forest is in the Cairngorms National Park, where it is home to the red squirrel, crested tit and capercaillie.
Eventually at 7.00 pm, after nearly 10 1/2 hours on the hill we wearily reached the car.  Just before that though we had to negotiate the river where the bridge had collapsed over a year ago; this involved not a few gymnastic manoeuvres.  It was very definitely beer o'clock with steak and chips to celebrate.  A shower was the order of the day first though; we were very smelly!!

Three days, 39 miles, 9 Munros, 13,00 feet of ascent and two very tired legs!!

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Walking along Glen Lui
First view of Ben Lui
River Cononish, Ben Lui in the distance
River Cononish, Ben Lui in the distance
River Cononish, Ben Lui in the distance
Cloud clearing from the summit of Ben Lui
Cloud clearing from the summit of Ben Lui
Beinn a' Chleibh
Ben Lui from Beinn a' Chleibh
Ben Lui from Beinn a' Chleibh
Looking towards Glen Coe
Looking towards Glen Coe
Ben Lui
Ben Lui from the slopes of Ben Oss
Ben Lui from the slopes of Ben Oss
Ben Lui from the slopes of Ben Oss
Loch Lomond and Ben Lomond in the distance.
Beinn Dubhchraig from Benn Oss
Beinn Dubhchraig from Benn Oss
Ben Lui
Ben Lui
Beinn Dubhchraig from Benn Oss
Beinn Dubhchraig from Benn Oss
Beinn Dubhchraig from Benn Oss
Beinn Dubhchraig from Benn Oss
South from Benn Oss
South from Ben Oss
Ben Oss with Ben Lui behind from Beinn Dubhchraig
Looking south to Ben Lomond
Looking south to Ben Lomond
East from Beinn Dubhchraig towrds the Crianlarich Hills
The way home
Ben Oss and Ben Lui
Ben Oss and Ben Lui

Caledonian Pine Trees
Caledonian Pine Trees

Caledonian Pine Trees
Caledonian Pine Trees
Caledonian Pine Trees
Caledonian Pine Trees
Caledonian Pine Trees
Some gymnastics required to cross the river
Some gymnastics required to cross the river
Scotch Argus

Munro Bagging, August 2014, Day 2.

Wednesday dawned with a gloomy overcast look to the sky and as we set out to drive over to Glen Lyon it began to rain.  After a longer than expected drive over the shoulders of Ben Lawers, we parked up and were ready to begin out walk our at the latish time of 10.00 am.  We had planned a clockwise round of  the horsehoe comprising the four Munros of Carn Gorm,  Meall Garbh, Carn Mairg and Meall nan Aighean on the north side of the glen.  This group of hills forms a great arc of broad high ridges above Invervar where we had parked.  They are more reminiscent of the Cairngorms than other hills hereabouts.  Our day began with a steep, tough pull up Carn Gorm.  Steady drizzly rain meant we needed waterproofs but the muggy weather resulted in us being as wet from the inside as outside; gortex only works so well and cannot cope with such conditions.  After coffee and cake on the summit we pushed on in decreasing cloud to Meall Garbh, where we began to get views, first down to Loch Rannoch, then Schiehallion and, by the end of the day, all around.  The hills we were walking are part of a stalking estate and we kept our eyes peeled for deer in the corries, but it wasn't until our final descent that we heard a stag roaring and, eventually,  picked out a large herd way over on the other side of the corrie from us.  Still a pleasure to see though.  One other wildlife highlight that we heard more often than saw were the golden plover on the summit ridges.  On all the hills we found the delicate alpine ladies mantle (alchemilla alpina), much more well behaved than it's lowland cousin (Alchemilla mollis), which, although attractive and valued by flower arrangers is very difficult to control in the garden.
Late back, we then had a long drive to reach Crianlarich for our next two night's accommodation in the Youth Hostel.  We chose to dine, though, in the Crianlarich Hotel and the cullen skink followed by Loch Leven mussels can be highly recommended.

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Peter crossing the Invervar Burn
Invervar Burn
Alpine Ladies Mantle
Loch Rannoch from near the summit of Meall Garbh.
Looking up towards the summit.
Old fence posts piled up form the summit cairn on Meall Garbh; Loch Rannoch in the distance.
Clearing Cloud
Clearing Cloud
Looking towards Carn Mairg
Looking towards Carn Mairg
Glen Lyon from the final slopes
Glen Lyon from the final slopes
Glen Lyon from the final slopes
Glen Lyon from the final slopes
Glen Lyon from the final slopes
Looking back to Carn Mairg
Looking back to Carn Mairg
Ling brings colour to the hills
Ling brings colour to the hills
Ling brings colour to the hills
Ling brings colour to the hills
Glen Lyon