This is a continuation from Alex,s Pap Of Glencoe Sunday blog posting a few weeks ago about wot we done on our first outing with our old club for a while.We actually liked our weekend that much we,ve been out with them several times now on the hills since then but with my computer being kaput for over a month I,m just catching up.In the best Hollywood tradition this here's the prequel.
I admired my young hutmates dedication to their chosen sport as they pulled on waterproofs and set off to bag the unseen storm lashed heights.
"Well done guys." I voiced."You are doing the club proud!" I then turned over and went back to sleep again.
I,d seen the forecast the night before and knew it was heavy rain all day til a possible sun window over Loch
Linnhe around three o,clock.
When I awoke for the second time only Andy and Alex were left in the hut, us veterans taking advantage of modern state of the art weather development.ie we,d watched the TV at 6.50pm.The younger team had no doubt seen it as well but bad conditions never put them off.They like it rough on the heights.Good weather is just wasted on the young anyway.
At 2pm we set off for the Clachaig Inn at the foot of the glen and met some of the rest of the club in the bar,by now chased off the hills early by grim conditions on the upper slopes.Preferring instead this cosy watering hole.
With the rigors of the hill still ahead of us the two oldies had a coke each. We take our mountaineering seriously!
"Are you two old duffers actually going to do something today?" Various club members inquired."
"Yup" Said Alex,admiring their sodden gear steaming beside the big log fire." Just waiting for the sun to arrive".
"Good luck with that then." They said.
By 2.30 it had stopped raining so we set off.
No sun in Glencoe yet but it was lifting steadily off the hills on the road round to Kentallen.Alex,Mr Mountain picker extraordinaire,Had his eye on a little cracker called Ardsheal Hill above this hamlet.It had extensive views over the islands in Loch Linnhe and up towards the Corran Ferry area.
At 3.oopm exactly a hole appeared in the clouds and we raced up for the sunset.It got dark by 4.oopm so that gave us an hour to reach the summit.No problem to such dedicated mountaineers.
As it was still early back at the car we set off for the Ice Factor at Kinlochleven where our old pal Jamie(see Alex,s link on Pap of Glencoe entry.) has his jaggy castle.
There was a dry tooling competition in full swing on one of climbing walls so we had tea and a sticky bun watching the action.The most intimidating apparatus though was the huge and very high summer outdoor climbing frame which gave us the heeby jeebies just thinking about walking along the top rails.
We said our goodbyes and drove back for another night of singing,howling,guitar spanking and assorted party games.
As luck would have it Jamie arrived after dinner ,a big smile on his face,beer,banjo and tin whistle in hand to join the entertainment.He has lost none of his energy and verve and was into his stride with Julians guitar as soon as he was through the door.His playing has improved a lot since the last time I met him,(It was always pretty good even back then) but sadly his admiration for the Corries folk duo,s repertoire of songs remains undiminished :o)
A good night was had and another morning hangover beckoned.
Oh dear! Now I remember why I became an abstaining recluse.