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Camping in the snow (or at least in double digit sub-zero conditions)...it was one to do list item in my bucket list and with a Metoffice warning of 'Freezing Conditions' was there a better day to pick?
I fancied getting the Glen Lyon 4 under my belt, after a failed attempt in autumn, when the hill side was closed, due to the stalking season.
I had studied maps for a good place to camp close to the hills and decided to drive up the wee road past Ben Lawers and the starting point for the Tarmachan Rodge walk. It was dark by the time I approached and driving past the loch on top of the dam, the road conditions were turning worse until the road was thickly covered in ice and snow...no conditions for my car for sure. I turned around and drove alongside the loch trying to find a suitable spot. I found a little path just at the end of the great dam wall below Creag an Lochain and at the end found a suitable spot at 489m. Not with the amound of snow I had hoped for , but when I got out of the car I had to let out a scream...it was freezing!!!!!
I quickly put on my jacket and yet again misused my summer pop up tent for winter time (magic wee tent

) 4 season tents are so over rated (even though I own one)
Struggling to get the pegs into the rock solid ground, I moved sheets and blankets into the tent. With 4 layers underneath me and my 3 season sleeping bag, topped with a duvet, I was hoping it was enough insulation against the biting cold. I closed the tent to return to the car - by that time my fingers were frozen

. Turning on the engine (no point to get too cold yet) I had dinner washed down with half a bottle of 'alcohol free'

white wine.Remembering my little thermometer I always carry in my backpack, I put it outside the tent and when it was time to retire for the night it showed -10C.
It was the coldest temperate I have slept in and my gear proved warm enough to keep me toasty. I have to say that 2 items were the clear winners. For starters my hot water bottle ( I had boiled some water and poured in in one of my metal water bottles, as a wonderful hot water bottle (in a sleeping bag it stays warm for 4-5h) and secondly a plain fleece blanket, which I wrapped around my head and face, to combat a cold head and frozen nose syndrome. Both worked amazingly and at one point I woke up being far to hot!
But the night held some strange events!

I drifted off to a light sleep when I was dreaming about a female voice, commenting about my camp spot. I woke up, not sure why and fell back asleep.
I woke up again shortly after midnight feeling thirsty. Having left my water in the car there was no way around, but to get out and get some water. Maybe just as well, as by the time I poked my head into the freezing night, I saw the most amazing view of the stars you can get in Scotland. Getting up I looked up and came to an abrupt stand still. In the distance I could see the light of a head torch???
I checked my watch -half an hour after midnight. Who in their right mind would walk at that time of the night (and temperature)? Ok they could have said the same about me and camping

, but I camped miles away from any civilisation.
It was to cold to stay outside, so I went back to my tent. Surely of anyone would need help they would have seen my light, just as I have seen theirs. A short while after a beam of light hit my tent, but no other sound was heard. I stayed awake for a while after, with all soprts of thoughts going through my head, but fell back to sleep a short time after.
I woke up at 7:30 during the next morning and getting out of a warm sleeping bag was hard, but I had a long walk ahead of me. I packed my car, boiled some water for my flask and a cup of tea
and drove down to the starting point. On my arrival I met two others walkers, but as I still had to brush my teeth and make up sandwiches, they left well before me.
Checking my gear I realized that even though I had packed my GPS I forgot to load the right map onto it. Instead I had a basic street map, which isnt very helpful at all. But I did had the walk description and a compass and it was a clear day, so I thought I would not get into any trouble...very wrong as I found out later that day.
The start of the walk is through a pleasant forest. The only difficult thing I encountered up the first munro (Carn Gorm) was the frozen path and soft snow, which made the walk rather slow going.
Close to the top it was time to put the crampons on and the conditions had changed dramatically. The wind was very strong and it was -5C, not sure what the wind chill factor it would have been, but I guess at least -15.
- Looking towards the last of the round of 4- Meall na Aighean
- Frozen winter wonderland. Time to put the crampons on
- Frozen ice
- The wind is stong and forces the loose snow over the frozen ground
- Dark clouds gathering in the distance
- The fog like 'clouds' you can see on the snow , is snow being blown up the hill by the storm
- Full gear required to stay warm with a windchill factor of about -15C
- Looking back to Carn Gorm
- An ugly eye sore in summer makes art in winter
- Schiehallion just before the approaching white out coming from the left
While walking I had noticed the day turned out to be a lot worse than I had thought (and hoped for) Dark snow clouds were forming in the north/east and the wind had picked up speed. I was on my way up Carn Mairg and had followed the line of fence posts. I worried as otherwise the landscape was featureless and yet again I could have kicked myself for forgetting to load the right map to my GPS.
When the clouds started to come closer, I decided to get the compass and GPS out of my bag for save measurement and by the time I lifted my head, the visibility was down to 2 meters.

I walked in the direction I thought I had to go to and it was one of the worst conditions I have ever walked in. Gale force winds battered me and all I could see was white snow and white featurless nothing around me Within 2 minute I had lost all sense of direction and switched my GPS on...BUT no satellites found

, so I kept on walking.
Things seemed rather wrong, when I realized I was walking down hill...that was wrong, but were to go? Cursing me for not checking the compass a few minutes earlier, I could understand how easy it is to get lost an panic. I walked back, but literally was walking around like a blind person...fence poles for directions in bad weather are great, if I would have been able to see them.
Checking my GPS again, I had a signal and at least I was able to see, I was walking in the complete wrong direction. Making my way in the opposite direction I kept on walking. Thoughts like , how will I manage to find the summit with no real map, went through my head and I was praying the white out would disappear. It did, finally after the longest 20 min in my life and never again I was so happy to 'see' again.
Scary stuff but a valuable lesson learned!!!
- frozen snow
- To guess the common wind direction is easy here
- Looking back towards Carn Mairg
- Meall na Aighean the final Munro
- The impressive clouds
- On the way down
Short video of the conditions