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Having just walked over 15h two days prior, I had only one requirement for my hike up Bidean nam Bian ...
take it easy! I dont know what it is, but why on earth is everyone starting their hikes around 10:00h or earlier, thats me included by the way
Trying to break the cycle, I got up late and starting my walk at noon (it felt rather odd) and I am not sure if you ever tried to get a parking space in Glen Coe in the mid of summer on a beautiful sunny day...lets say it was challenging!
I decided to head up to the Lost Valley and after squeezing myself through a bus load of Chinese tourists who were busy talking pictures, I was finally on the path. After the first 20 minutes with no real option to venture either left or right, I had to overtake the local OAP walking group...in general they are eager to move out of the way, until you reach someone who clearly didnt switch on their hearing aids...no amount of coughing, speaking or shouting will help -when I was ready to use my last reserve...poke them with my pole...the path widened I and I able to walk past...
The Lost Valley was filled with half of Sauchiehall Street, or so it seemed. People who you simply cant believe they would actually venture outs to the hills were found here,including a woman in high heels !!!
So much for a peaceful walk up the mountains...at that day I am sure a local builder would have considered to build a heated outdoor pool in the Lost Valley and road up to it ! Passing numerous picnic blankets, sunbathers and BBQs, I fled the crowds and headed up further the hills.
Finally 45min after leaving the car, I had the piece and quiet I was looking for. In front of me I saw 2 people and when I came closer I noticed one of the type of couples you will find up the 'cool' hills preferable on sunny days. He dressed in the latest outdoor gear and trying to break the world record in walking up the hill. She in fashionable jeans, brand new hiking boots and a pretty T-shirt, trying to keep up with him, while doing her best in looking immaculate. I walked behind them for a while chuckling to myself, as I could see in her eyes that this was the last time she was ever going to climb any kind of hill (or speak to him)
On the final stretch I came to the last bit of winters snow and I have to say walking through deep snow in shorts is great!!! A slightly bizarre feeling, but when are you ever wearing shorts in winter?
I walked up Stob Coire Sgreamhach had a short rest to take some photos and made my way to Bidean nam Bian Half way up I met a group of young girls, who were in a serious discussion about the 'talent' up the hill that day...
Hilarious!!!
Reaching the top of Bidean nam Bian I took it easy and had a long lunch, enjoying the sunshine and the views.
The fashion couple finally arrived, he was busy checking his watch for time, why she looked like close to collapse, only to be ordered around to stand here and there so that he could take photos of her...if looks could kill he would have died in an instant! I felt rather sorry for her at the time.
Letting my mind drift after they left, I remembered a story I was told by a hillwalker once. He walked up a remote Munro, reached the top and surprised another guy who was sunbathing completely starkers....not being sure who was more embarrassed... Ever since I heard the story, remote Munros dont seem that bad anymore
although might have to wait for the next sunny day
The walk back via Stob Coire nan Lochan was just amazing, as I did not passed a single soul, in fact the area was so inviting that I wished I brought my tent for some wild camping. Thinking that the walk back could
not be topped in any other way was wrong, as I was greeted by a herd of stags at the bottom of the hills. They seemed non startled and I remember sitting down for about half an hour while watching them.
Having nearly forgotten about the crowds earlier that day, I was rather confused by a group of 2 men and 2 women who walked past me. Dressed for a night in a beer garden, wearing canvas shoes???, no bags and
with a look on their faces, which let me believe they were determent to reach the top, they stormed past me. By that time it was nearly 20:00 and it left me wondering if any parties are happing on hills at night, I simply weren't aware of -yet! With a last bewildered look I turned around and made my way towards my car.
Clearly leaving early gets you away from the 'tourists', but I rather enjoyed the crowds which seem to follow us 'normal' hillwalkers.
- Looking back frokm the Lost Valley
- The Lost Valley after leaving the crowds
- Snow!!!
- Bidean nam Bian in the distance
- Looking back towards Stob Coire Sgreamhach
- The Aonach Eagach Ridge
- Looking down from Stob Coire nan Lochan
- A stag ready to sleep