Saturday, 3 October 2015
Garbh Bheinn. Ardgour. A Magnificent Mountain.
I've been out on my bike a lot in recent weeks but here's a mountain trip during the good weather. Stob Dearg on the Buachaillie Etive Mor, 1022 metres, 3353 feet. A group trip of Graeme, Alex, Bob R, David and myself squeezed into one car to save petrol money. It was a trip across the Corran Ferry into wildest Ardgour.
Butterknife, Hard Severe. Excalibur VS, Sgian Dubh S, Scimitar VS, the Golden Lance E2, and Kelpie E6, give a sharp weapons feel to climbing on this remote and hard to reach crag near the summit. Sustained, exposed and committing in a very isolated setting with zero chance of the routes being busy.
Both Alex and myself have walked in here several times to do rock routes on this mountain in the past. Alex to do Butterknife and the Great Ridge Direct. Severe. Myself to do The Great Ridge twice with two different groups, climbed by two different routes!, and once to do Pinnacle Ridge, a committing and exposed scramble with Graeme many years ago.
Ardgour is tough but beautiful. Garbh Bheinn is still a magnificent mountain that can easily match anything higher on the Scottish mainland. Graeme drove us back in the dark with a distinct chill in the highland air. Winter is not far away and the dark nights are here again , knocking at the door. A great trip. A last encounter with a magnificent mountain.
Unlike goats, sheep are not the brightest or most agile of creatures but seem to still think they are. Reading a fellow blogger's post (Carol) about a rescued sheep reminded me of this clip I watched years ago with two sheep on the Idwal slabs in Wales. Filmed by a rock climber, presumably, as I've done routes on the same cliff years ago. I naively thought then that placing gear in cracks and making sure I didn't fall off the route or get hit by a dislodged stone was all I had to worry about. Gripping stuff.