more Cuillin sun and the In Pinn, oh yes indeed!
Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:15 pm
So here we are on day three of our Cuillin adventure and as we drove the short distance from the campsite to the BMC hut the rain started in earnest. So full waterproofs and we set off up the path to Coire Lagan feeling quite sad. Not far up we met three lads coming down who had decided to call it a day, and at that moment it looked like the rain was set in for the day.
But we were wrong!! by the time we reached Eas Mhor it was definitely clearing a little, and had stopped by the time we reached Loch an Fhir-Bhallaich.
and by the time we were climbing up the side of Coire Lagan it was turning into a splendid day.
We avoided ascending via the An Stac screes which looked steep and difficult. we watched some others coming up painfully slowly. Instead we took a route to the left of the screes and ascended along the top, using the cliff wall as a handrail for greater stability.
Eventually we got to the ridge and saw where we were heading. Gulp!
We went a bit further along the ridge, which was really quite nice and wide hereabouts. we found a good place to have a quick bite to eat and leave the bags while we went to the summit and back. From this point we could see over to Sgurr Dearg and An Stac but the In Pinn was hiding behind An Stac.
It was a pretty hard scramble and quite exposed in places to the top of Sgur MhicChoinnich from here. Unfortunately on the way up one of our party slipped going up a difficult section and bumped the back of her chest. she didnt fall very far at all, but it was a hard bump and she thought she had cracked a rib as she felt a sudden pain in the front of her chest. A stark reminder that there is always risk on the hills. She was very brave and kept going.
we reached the very narrow summit shortly after 12 o'clock
then came back down for lunch.
when we reached our bags we had a bit of a surprise! one of the zipped mesh pockets on the waist strap of my rucksack was opened, and my chocolate peanuts and trail mix were completely gone. my lipsalve was neatly placed on the ground. two other rucksacks had also been raided. It was the work of clever ravens who have learnt to open zips. mine are especially beak friendly with little circular tabs to help with gloved hands. Good reason to put your grub in a plastic box rather than a polybag.
So the next job was to get ourselves to the Inaccessible Pinnacle which we did by retracing our steps and then going up a steep section where it was just too steep to go without hands, but not quite steep enough to be comfortable.
it was shortly before 3pm when we reached the top of Sgurr Dearg, where we would "camp" while Graham took us up the Pinnacle in two groups of three.
My husband, who has at last registered on WH and is henceforth known as Rudolph, was volunteered (by me) to go first as he was most nervous, and I went up with the second group.
By this time it was a lovely afternoon and the sun was out, with even some warmth in it. We had a second lunch and a brew up and took loads of photographs while we were waiting our turn.
and as if that wasn't enough, while we were up there we saw two rainbows in distant showers, and some juvenile Golden Eagles circling.
sorry I dont have a photo of the eagles, you will just have to trust me on that one. my camera is not up to bird pictures.
And then to cap it all, when we were all together again on the top iof Sgurr Dearg, someone pulled out a wee bottle of champagne and some plastic flutes, and we all toasted each other and had handshakes hugs and kisses all round!!
I've reached my max on pictures so I will stop here. We went straight down west from Sgurr Dearg back to the BMC hut and ready for a quick bowl of soup and bed. A fantastic day.
But we were wrong!! by the time we reached Eas Mhor it was definitely clearing a little, and had stopped by the time we reached Loch an Fhir-Bhallaich.
and by the time we were climbing up the side of Coire Lagan it was turning into a splendid day.
We avoided ascending via the An Stac screes which looked steep and difficult. we watched some others coming up painfully slowly. Instead we took a route to the left of the screes and ascended along the top, using the cliff wall as a handrail for greater stability.
Eventually we got to the ridge and saw where we were heading. Gulp!
We went a bit further along the ridge, which was really quite nice and wide hereabouts. we found a good place to have a quick bite to eat and leave the bags while we went to the summit and back. From this point we could see over to Sgurr Dearg and An Stac but the In Pinn was hiding behind An Stac.
It was a pretty hard scramble and quite exposed in places to the top of Sgur MhicChoinnich from here. Unfortunately on the way up one of our party slipped going up a difficult section and bumped the back of her chest. she didnt fall very far at all, but it was a hard bump and she thought she had cracked a rib as she felt a sudden pain in the front of her chest. A stark reminder that there is always risk on the hills. She was very brave and kept going.
we reached the very narrow summit shortly after 12 o'clock
then came back down for lunch.
when we reached our bags we had a bit of a surprise! one of the zipped mesh pockets on the waist strap of my rucksack was opened, and my chocolate peanuts and trail mix were completely gone. my lipsalve was neatly placed on the ground. two other rucksacks had also been raided. It was the work of clever ravens who have learnt to open zips. mine are especially beak friendly with little circular tabs to help with gloved hands. Good reason to put your grub in a plastic box rather than a polybag.
So the next job was to get ourselves to the Inaccessible Pinnacle which we did by retracing our steps and then going up a steep section where it was just too steep to go without hands, but not quite steep enough to be comfortable.
it was shortly before 3pm when we reached the top of Sgurr Dearg, where we would "camp" while Graham took us up the Pinnacle in two groups of three.
My husband, who has at last registered on WH and is henceforth known as Rudolph, was volunteered (by me) to go first as he was most nervous, and I went up with the second group.
By this time it was a lovely afternoon and the sun was out, with even some warmth in it. We had a second lunch and a brew up and took loads of photographs while we were waiting our turn.
and as if that wasn't enough, while we were up there we saw two rainbows in distant showers, and some juvenile Golden Eagles circling.
sorry I dont have a photo of the eagles, you will just have to trust me on that one. my camera is not up to bird pictures.
And then to cap it all, when we were all together again on the top iof Sgurr Dearg, someone pulled out a wee bottle of champagne and some plastic flutes, and we all toasted each other and had handshakes hugs and kisses all round!!
I've reached my max on pictures so I will stop here. We went straight down west from Sgurr Dearg back to the BMC hut and ready for a quick bowl of soup and bed. A fantastic day.