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Poor Beinn Chabhair. He (well I assume it's a he, he's called Be(in)n anyway...) seems to get a lot of hate on walkhighlands. Reading down the list of user walk reports:
Beinn Chabhair - Bog Fest!...
Beinn Chabhair - Slog of a day...
Beinn Chabhair, the hill of squelch...
Beinn Chabhair-take your waders!... and the warning of
Very boggy walk even in Summer! - all these over the past few years. Then in August, teaandpies posted an excellent, angry report which topped them all, simply titled
Beinn Chabhair is the worst! Now perhaps there's something wrong with me, but climbing the Worst Hill seemed like a walk worth experiencing for myself one Monday. OK, so bog seemed to be a key theme running through these reports. Well, it had been a dry week beforehand, and my boyfriend had nice, shiny new walking boots just waiting to be tried out. Teaandpies didn't seem to have been too impressed with the views, which were zilch along the summit ridge. Well, MWIS promised (promised, I tell you!) an "almost certain" chance of cloud-free Munros, with just a small chance of a little valley fog at dawn, and extensive sunshine above. So, Chabhair, we really gave you the best chance possible to show us your good side...
Glasgow was already mostly free of morning mist when we left at half eight, just a ribbon of cloud following the Clyde and passing underneath the Erskine Bridge. Fog came and went as we headed up the A82 Loch Lomond rat run, but gaps in the cloud showed the summits to be mostly clear. We weren't concerned as we pulled into the car park at Inverarnan - even a few hungry midges couldn't put us off. From the path around Bein Glas campsite, we could see the top of the low cloud layer.
OK Beinn, pal, we'll go easy on the photos for now as it'll definitely be sunny on the way back down, right?
The path up the hillside was steep, and briefly boggy around Bein Glas falls, but a steep gradient would quickly take us out of the clouds and into glorious sunshine. The waterfalls were still well and truly in the clag layer - blue sky must be lurking just above. All dark and spooky for now... spiders had been busy overnight, each web glistening with dew:
And then, just as we were thinking we'd have to deliver a few sharp words to Mr. Chabhair, we popped out of the cloud layer and got some decent views at last - blue skies in the mix, but a strange cloud sandwich going on above, restricting the views in some directions.
On the plus side, no more fog for now. On the down side, miles of boggy ground stretched ahead. Nowhere was the going terrible (most of the bogs weren't deep, and those that were could be jumped over or circumnavigated), but it was consistently squelchy going, even after a mostly dry month. After the initial climb, this section is much flatter as the glen opens out again. It's not exactly scenic either - little rocky drama, and a line of electricity pylons marching across the landscape just to the south (why here?!). And also no summit in view - Chabhair stubbornly with its head on the clouds somewhere up there.
The path forks (and rejoins later) - we took the left hand fork which moves away from the burn, cutting a corner and rejoining it as the glen starts to steepen slightly and head just north of east. Looking back, the cloudscapes were tantalisingly close to being excellent, but not quite there.
Eventually a side path veered away towards the ridge (if you stay by the burn, the path appears to fizzle out in another bog), with Lochan Beinn Chabhair (the person who named that was really on top form) becoming visible.
Thankfully, the boggiest part was now over... until we returned anyway! Come on Chabhair, you've tested our boots quite enough now, can you reward us getting this far with summit views? It looked promising as we headed up the ridge, blue sky starting to appear:
The summit was still covered as we reached the ridge:
Looking left (before heading right) along the ridge:
The ridge to the summit went on for longer than expected, with lots of false summits. This is a good thing - it's the best part of the walk, no doubt with great views

An extra cloud layer now started creeping in below us, just to complicate things. This bit looked like a plane:
All of a sudden, the summit appeared ahead, cloud-free!
Rushing to the summit, we were initially elated at the lack of cloud... before swiftly realising that we were somehow in a little hole, with a cloud sheet on all sides, both slightly higher and slightly lower than us. So despite blue skies above, there were no views except of the hump immediately opposite. Beinn Chabhair had made our wish for a cloud-free summit come true, but in the cruelest of ways.
Not knowing whether to be pleased or disappointed by the half-views, we had lunch on the summit hoping that things might improve. After about ten minutes our little nest of blue was snuffed out by advancing fog, and we headed back down. Emerging from under the cloud layer once off the ridge again, things were even duller and murkier than they'd been on the way up - so much for the forecast!
It was a quick journey back through the bog zone, this time taking the path closest to the burn at the fork. This was drier in its upper section but wetter on the second bit before it rejoined the other route. Just before the falls, we had an unexpected encounter with a magnificently horny goat...
He got bored of us taking pictures, and went back to eating the trees...
Back down by the waterfall - at least the valley fog layer had moved on from here compared to this morning.
The biggest fall actually appears to be below the path viewpoint, and can probably only be seen properly from further down, on the opposite bank. Anyway, we followed the sound of the A82 back to the car, trying to decide whether today had been a success or not.
Final scores:
Blue balloon 1 - 0 summit not reached
Summit views 1 - 1 summit clag
Beinn Chabair 1 - 0 boyfriend's boots
Let's call it an honorable draw...