A bank holiday in August in Scotland sounded like the
perfect idea and it was. Regardless of
the iffy weather predictions and the threat of sleet and worse we headed north
and after a day of basking in the wonder that is Glencoe and dining out at our favourite
watering hole – The Clachaig Inn we woke early on Saturday morning for a big
day out in the hills.
The Ring of Steall was our target and we knew it was going
to be a toughie but first we had to contend with the metal rope bridge but what
a reward behind it with the Steall Falls falling from what looked like the sky
to the ground.
Metal bridge dealt with (achy arms after for me) and then we
had to contend with crossing the river.
Much hilarity ensued and after a wet foot, split walking boot, hat that
floated away down the river and a tree that had to be climbed we were over the
other side and wading through the marshy bog to the path that would start our
climb up to the first summit.
It was tough, shale and loose rocks on most of the path with
steepness that spun my head.
It was cold
but not freezing and the sun was in and out of the clouds.
I was a little uncomfortable as I’d bruised
my leg earlier and having had a dip in the river was now walking with wet
feet.
Not the best conditions but
onwards and upwards.
We stopped at a little plateau where I changed into some dry
socks and we had a quick snack.
It was
then we could see the full splendor of the Ring in front of us including the
tasty devils ridge.
However there was
still a long way to go and we were only 1/3 of the way up the first summit.
Trudging upwards trying not to complain about the steepness
we finally (albeit a good while after we’d intended) made it to the summit of
the first munro
An
Gearanach. The top was a cairn but
nothing significant. What was
significant was the views all around – spectacular. Ben Nevis behind us still had its hat on but
hopefully later we’d get to see it in all is glory.
We didn’t stick around long but skipped down
off the summit ready to tackle the next incline which indeed was a
delight. A rocky little ridge line
between the 2 first munros with some hairy narrow bits which took a little bit
of navigation but to be honest this is my favourite type of walking and I love
the logistical aspect of working out where to go up and over the rocks with not
very much below on either side.
At the other side we were met with the next
target smack bang in front of us with a zig zag path to the summit. Nothing else for it but a head down and march
on tactic and to make things easier I got my poles out. What didn’t make it easier was the sudden
hail shower which battered us from the right and coupled with the sudden wind
made the conditions suddenly interesting.
Waterproofs on, cameras away and we ventured upwards to the summit of Stob
Core a Chairn.
At the top the weather
was closing in a little and we were starting to get conscious of the time.
The rest of the route was ahead of us and we still had 2
biggies and the devils ridge but only about 6 hrs left to play with.
Now 6 hrs on a normal walk would be
sufficient but this was no normal walk and towards the base of Stob Core a
Chairn we decided to abandon the ring and head back.
Extremely disappointing but safer and definitely
the right decision.
Back over Stob Core a Chairn we went and then at the base
decided on a path to the right which would take us round the other 2 peaks rather
than back over.
It was a long plod round the side of the hills but the
reward was that the Big Ben almost lost his hat so we could see the
summit. The views throughout the day had
been amazing and the weather for the best part had been kind.
It wasn’t looking too clever at this point and by the time
we had retraced our steps to the point we met with the path we’d come up on it
was getting very overcast indeed.
On the downward path I realised that we’d have to do the
metal rope bridge again but with wobbly legs and wet feet I wasn’t sure I had
it in me so we decided to look for a place to cross the river before we even
got to the bridge. This would mean we’d
miss out the boggy bit too.
Once we’d reached the river finding a place to cross was
proving more difficult and it was at that point the rain started. Heavy rain, you know, the kind that wets
you. Well my feet were already wet from
the mornings escapade so I ended up just wading through the river. Sod it, I wasn’t going to get any wetter
really.
One last look at the falls and we were back along the path
towards the car. It was 7pm by this time
and there were loads of people on the path heading for the falls. After dinner walk? Who knows.
The Ring of Steall had beaten us today but we’d be ready for
it another time. Its certainly not one
for the faint hearted but with a little more preparation and a little less flaffing
about at the river early doors and we might have stood a chance.
Next time …… afterall those gorgeous hills aren’t going
anywhere.
