A Record Breaking Round of the Fisherfields?
Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 4:01 pmI’ve never been a record breaker. Speed’s not my thing. I like to savour every moment in the mountains; soak up the atmosphere if you will. For some reason, I do a lot of soaking up on the uphill bits. I do however usually complete routes within the estimated limits, and even at times a little faster. So I reckoned the Fisherfield round would be doable for me in around 14 hours, give or take the odd half hour. As it happens, this turned out to be a tad optimistic.
This route is one I’ve been hoping to do for a long time. Various injuries had thwarted previous plans but now, back to relative fitness, the Fisherfields were on! My friend Kim was keen to join me and the weather looked set fair for the planned climbing day. The actual climbing day turned out to be a day later due to other commitments by which time the fair weather window had closed for the summer and our navigational skills were about to be tested.
The walk in was pleasant; relatively dry and midge free with views of one of my favourite mountains, An Teallach.
Then a fine camp spot near the river to pitch Kim’s veritably palatial two-man tent.
At this point the midge fest began and continued throughout the night as wave upon wave of midgie battalions assaulted the tent. Suffice to say I was in that tent faster than a fast thing with a following wind and didn’t venture out til morning. The plan was to set off at 6am but a bit of a faff-fest meant we actually left at 7am. My previous close encounters with rivers meant the first crossing was tentative but thankfully uneventful. Then the steep slog up the first Munro, Beinn Chlaidheimh, punctuated with frequent interludes of soaking up the atmosphere and getting friendly with the locals.
Eventually we reached the ridge leading to the claggy summit cairn.
On the ascent to Munro number 2, Sgurr Ban, the clag cleared to provide tantalising glimpses of the surrounding mountains.
Until closing in again at the summit
Careful navigation was needed now with frequent checks of map, GPS and compass as there was no evident path down to the bealach. Much wobbly, wet boulder hopping later we looked up at the start of the ascent to the third Munro, Mullach Coire Mhic Fhearchair and thought....hmmm!
Though steep, we actually found this ascent one of the easiest and we were quickly on top to take in the stunning landscapes. So "stunning" in fact, I forgot to take a picture
The clouds did part on the descent and, once through the tricky boulder field, I rattled off a few photos while the weather Gods were kind.
The summit of Munro number 4, Beinn Tarsuinn, took more effort but was eventually reached and we were rewarded with our first (and only) summit view
The descent off Beinn Tarsuiin was a treat, helped of course by the reward of some stunning views at last.
Then a long, so very long, ascent of the 5th Munro, A' Mhaighdean, where navigational skills were tested as the clag descended and remained.
The summit was eventually reached but the reward of “perhaps the finest of summit views” on “the remotest of all Munros” was alas not to be and we could only imagine (and recall from photos taken by more fortunate WH folk) the joy of the surrounding mountain landscapes.
At this point, I was starting to feel a wee bit weary. Normally spurred on by mountain views that provide a surge of motivation when needed, I flagged on the descent to the bealach which proved tricky navigationally in the clag. Not to worry though as my senses were soon to be sharply prompted by the ascent route up the final Munro, Ruadh Stac Mor. I'd read various descriptions of this route and was therefore keen to find the reported scree path rather than attempt free climbing up the steep, wet crags – as if!
Fortunately the path was easily found and up we merrily went until faced with an impenetrable rock face. At this point I actually said out loud "You cannot be (insert swear word of choice) serious!"
I don't know who I was talking to (the mountain, the WH route writers, or the weather Gods who were currently chucking rain at us with gay abandon) but there was no way I was going up there. A brief glance to the right however revealed that the path actually continued up steep scree. Hallelujah! Who'd have thought steep scree could be so welcome
Much grunting later and the final summit of Ruadh Stac Mor was reached at 8.25pm.
The round was complete! Em, doh, no. There was still the small matter of 12km, 2 river crossings and a bog to tackle in the fading light. Fortunately, the descent off Ruadh Stac Mor was straightforward and we were soon on the excellent stalkers' path heading back round the bulk of Munro number 1, Beinn Chlaidheimh. Initial relief at reaching this was soon tempered by the length of the route home and the thought of crossing two rivers and "one of the worst sections of bog you can imagine", in the dark. Many mountain mantras later, used when both body and spirit are weak (e.g. 1, 2, 3 O'Leary, I saw Mrs Cleary… various versions), the first river crossing was easily made where all previous concerns with all things watery were swiftly forgotten with my focus now on tent and sleep! Mr Bog with his many slimy pools however proved a more formidable opponent and the air was blue with Scottish/Italian expletives by the time we crossed the second river and found the path heading back to our tent. Home sweet home was eventually reached at 1.45am, almost 19 hours after setting off 
Perhaps a record for the slowest round?
I think a fitting word is epic but, despite the physical and mental exhaustion, the brief glimpses of the surrounding landscape proved that this is certainly an area worthy of praise and one to be savoured again when the weather Gods are smiling
This route is one I’ve been hoping to do for a long time. Various injuries had thwarted previous plans but now, back to relative fitness, the Fisherfields were on! My friend Kim was keen to join me and the weather looked set fair for the planned climbing day. The actual climbing day turned out to be a day later due to other commitments by which time the fair weather window had closed for the summer and our navigational skills were about to be tested.
The walk in was pleasant; relatively dry and midge free with views of one of my favourite mountains, An Teallach.
- walk in to camp spot
- close up of An Teallach
Then a fine camp spot near the river to pitch Kim’s veritably palatial two-man tent.
- palatial camping
At this point the midge fest began and continued throughout the night as wave upon wave of midgie battalions assaulted the tent. Suffice to say I was in that tent faster than a fast thing with a following wind and didn’t venture out til morning. The plan was to set off at 6am but a bit of a faff-fest meant we actually left at 7am. My previous close encounters with rivers meant the first crossing was tentative but thankfully uneventful. Then the steep slog up the first Munro, Beinn Chlaidheimh, punctuated with frequent interludes of soaking up the atmosphere and getting friendly with the locals.
- looking back down to camp spot
- hare/rabbit/hoppy thing
- frog/toad/hoppy thing
- spiderless spider's web
Eventually we reached the ridge leading to the claggy summit cairn.
- summit ridge
- Kim on summit of Beinn Chlaidheimh
On the ascent to Munro number 2, Sgurr Ban, the clag cleared to provide tantalising glimpses of the surrounding mountains.
- Beinn Dearg Mor
- looking back to Beinn Chlaidheimh
Until closing in again at the summit
- taking in the "view"
Careful navigation was needed now with frequent checks of map, GPS and compass as there was no evident path down to the bealach. Much wobbly, wet boulder hopping later we looked up at the start of the ascent to the third Munro, Mullach Coire Mhic Fhearchair and thought....hmmm!
- path up Mullach Coire Mhic Fhearchair
Though steep, we actually found this ascent one of the easiest and we were quickly on top to take in the stunning landscapes. So "stunning" in fact, I forgot to take a picture
The clouds did part on the descent and, once through the tricky boulder field, I rattled off a few photos while the weather Gods were kind.
- Beinn Dearg Mor (again)
- looking back to our route
The summit of Munro number 4, Beinn Tarsuinn, took more effort but was eventually reached and we were rewarded with our first (and only) summit view
- Kim on the summit of Beinn Tarsuinn
The descent off Beinn Tarsuiin was a treat, helped of course by the reward of some stunning views at last.
- first sight of the "tennis court"
- close up of the tennis court
- great little ridge :)
Then a long, so very long, ascent of the 5th Munro, A' Mhaighdean, where navigational skills were tested as the clag descended and remained.
The summit was eventually reached but the reward of “perhaps the finest of summit views” on “the remotest of all Munros” was alas not to be and we could only imagine (and recall from photos taken by more fortunate WH folk) the joy of the surrounding mountain landscapes.
- Kim on the summit of A' Mhaighdean
At this point, I was starting to feel a wee bit weary. Normally spurred on by mountain views that provide a surge of motivation when needed, I flagged on the descent to the bealach which proved tricky navigationally in the clag. Not to worry though as my senses were soon to be sharply prompted by the ascent route up the final Munro, Ruadh Stac Mor. I'd read various descriptions of this route and was therefore keen to find the reported scree path rather than attempt free climbing up the steep, wet crags – as if!
Fortunately the path was easily found and up we merrily went until faced with an impenetrable rock face. At this point I actually said out loud "You cannot be (insert swear word of choice) serious!"
I don't know who I was talking to (the mountain, the WH route writers, or the weather Gods who were currently chucking rain at us with gay abandon) but there was no way I was going up there. A brief glance to the right however revealed that the path actually continued up steep scree. Hallelujah! Who'd have thought steep scree could be so welcome Much grunting later and the final summit of Ruadh Stac Mor was reached at 8.25pm.
- A weary smile on the final summit
The round was complete!
Em, doh, no. There was still the small matter of 12km, 2 river crossings and a bog to tackle in the fading light. Fortunately, the descent off Ruadh Stac Mor was straightforward and we were soon on the excellent stalkers' path heading back round the bulk of Munro number 1, Beinn Chlaidheimh. Initial relief at reaching this was soon tempered by the length of the route home and the thought of crossing two rivers and "one of the worst sections of bog you can imagine", in the dark. Many mountain mantras later, used when both body and spirit are weak (e.g. 1, 2, 3 O'Leary, I saw Mrs Cleary… various versions), the first river crossing was easily made where all previous concerns with all things watery were swiftly forgotten with my focus now on tent and sleep! Mr Bog with his many slimy pools however proved a more formidable opponent and the air was blue with Scottish/Italian expletives by the time we crossed the second river and found the path heading back to our tent. Home sweet home was eventually reached at 1.45am, almost 19 hours after setting off Perhaps a record for the slowest round? I think a fitting word is epic but, despite the physical and mental exhaustion, the brief glimpses of the surrounding landscape proved that this is certainly an area worthy of praise and one to be savoured again when the weather Gods are smiling
. Cheers for the report,
