Ben Cruachan and a family first
Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:13 pm
A wet trudge up to the Devil’s Kitchen above the Ogwyn valley in Wales had been the last time we’d been on a hill together: summits were neither seen nor visited. To say it had been an unsuccessful introduction to her father’s passion for mountains would have been a gross misunderstatement. The most enjoyable part of that weekend, about fifteen years ago, had been the visit to the Ironbridge Gorge museum on the way home.
But she made her own way to the hills.
Ben Lomond has already been ticked off and she’s had a view from the top of Snowdon which is more than I ever did in my first half a dozen visits. Now, having made the trip north to our new home in Scotland she said she was game for a hill.
My son-in-law had pointed to Ben Cruachan when we’d been up hills before and said it was on his list of “to do”s. So three of us were booted and suited last Sunday and away from the last parking spot at the station just after nine.
The route is well described in many reports on the site, so it’s impressions , memories and a few photographs that follow:
the short, sharp shock of a steep and sudden start
the concrete brutalism of the dam
the ascent of the ladders and the emphatic “I’m not looking up just for one of your photographs”
the steepening scramble over jumbled rocks and boulders as the top gets nearer
my pride at our first “Dad and daughter” summit shot
the hidden dyke of different rock that unlocks the door to the Cruachan slabs
the fine relaxing high level walk to Stob Diamh
her own sense of achievement looking back at the ridge and the skyline profile of Ben Cruachan’s final slopes
the wry sense of satisfaction while looking at the showers that appeared to sweep along Glencoe and across the Ben in the distance
the midges waiting in ambush at the deer fence on the way down
and despite the weary legs and aching muscles, an understanding that we’d do that again
Thanks
But she made her own way to the hills.
Ben Lomond has already been ticked off and she’s had a view from the top of Snowdon which is more than I ever did in my first half a dozen visits. Now, having made the trip north to our new home in Scotland she said she was game for a hill.
My son-in-law had pointed to Ben Cruachan when we’d been up hills before and said it was on his list of “to do”s. So three of us were booted and suited last Sunday and away from the last parking spot at the station just after nine.
The route is well described in many reports on the site, so it’s impressions , memories and a few photographs that follow:
the short, sharp shock of a steep and sudden start
the concrete brutalism of the dam
the ascent of the ladders and the emphatic “I’m not looking up just for one of your photographs”
the steepening scramble over jumbled rocks and boulders as the top gets nearer
my pride at our first “Dad and daughter” summit shot
the hidden dyke of different rock that unlocks the door to the Cruachan slabs
the fine relaxing high level walk to Stob Diamh
her own sense of achievement looking back at the ridge and the skyline profile of Ben Cruachan’s final slopes
the wry sense of satisfaction while looking at the showers that appeared to sweep along Glencoe and across the Ben in the distance
the midges waiting in ambush at the deer fence on the way down
and despite the weary legs and aching muscles, an understanding that we’d do that again
Thanks