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The September weekend was upon us and amazingly, that big bright yellow thing in the sky could actually be seen so I was determined to take advantage of a Friday off work and get out on the hills. I had to be back for tea time so I didn't want to go too far and Ben Lui & Beinn a Chleibh seemed ideal. Off I went up my favourite road, the A82 and had to put up with tourists, road works and some truly appalling driving before reaching the car park about half an hour later than I should have
I was surprised to be the only car there but I wasn't complaining and set off towards the river in anticipation of the crossing which I had read so much about. I found the regular crossing place and made it across with only a tiny amount of water creeping over the top of my boots. It was now time to walk into the forest and right away the ground became very wet and spongy and I knew that I was in for a tough time of it. Some trees had fallen across the path so a small diversion had been set up which took you deeper into the forest but only added a minute or two on to the walk.
Conditions underfoot were gradually getting worse and I was concentrating so hard on my foot placement that I didn't notice a split in the path and made the mistake of going off to the left when I really should have been crossing the water
After a few minutes I realised my mistake and then crossed the stream and cut through the forest to regain the path I should have followed (although I would be glad later that I had went the wrong way on the way up).
The bog seemed to get worse further up and I was getting a bit exasperated with it but fortunately for my mood I reached the end of the forest and was out on to the open hillside. It was a great relief and as I started to ascend towards Ben Lui, the view opened up with the Ben Cruachan group striking a dramatic pose.
I spotted a herd of deer high up on the hillside although it was obvious that they had seen me too as they didn't hang about. It was a steep looking ascent but I made short work of it with a couple of stops to take in the views and I now had a better view of Loch Awe and the Munro's that tower over it.
I soon reached the rocky shoulder and the wee scramble that it entailed (including a slip where I landed on my backside
) but I was quickly on the top and having seen only one person far below me on the way up, I knew I had the summit all to myself. The cloud was high above the tops and the views in almost all directions were superb with only a low patch of cloud near Beinn a' Chleibh spoiling the panorama.
I enjoyed some well earned food and sat there for a lot longer than I normally would. I don't know if it was the solitude, the views, the weather or a combination of all three but I really didn't want to leave that summit. I knew I had to though and I set off on the descent to the bealach that separated the two hills. I made short work of it and as I raced up the slope to the top of Beinn a Chleibh, I met my first person of the day and he was adding Beinn Dubhchraig and Ben Oss on to these two having walked in from Dalrigh.
We parted company and in a few minutes I was standing at the summit of Beinn a Chleibh which, after the towering summit of Ben Lui, had a kind of "after the Lord Mayor's show" feel to it. I was glad to be on the top and enjoy the views but I didn't hang around and only took a few pictures.
I dropped back down to the bealach and made my way back towards the forest and the inevitable slog through the bog. I managed to avoid some parts that had given me difficulty on the way up and as I followed the Eas Daimh, I stopped to fill up my water bottles from it and take a picture whilst I enjoyed the cold water.
As I crossed the track and headed back into the forest, I passed the point where I had emerged from the tress and if I had know exactly what lay ahead ofme, I would have went back that way. The path became an absolute quagmire at points and a couple of times I had to stop and have a good think about how to get around it. Fortunately I managed it but my boots were caked in mud by the time I got through it and I longed to reach the river and get them cleaned.
I decided to cross further up near the car park and having been careful on the way up, I just ploughed through it as dry socks and footwear awaited me. I dried my feet off and took a last look at the two hills before heading home.
Despite the adventures in the mud it was a very enjoyable day and having aimed for a 5 hour round, I was pleased to have hit that target. If I ever go back to these two I'll attempt them from the Dalrigh end just to try something different. As ever, now I try to figure out where to go next