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An Teallach scortcher

PostPosted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 10:39 pm
by Baggerbeck
After a night of whisky and Guinness we arose from our tents to a glorious summer morning :thumbup: . After Stevie spewed all over the camp site he finally gathered his gear and we headed up the glorious An Teallach. Rab and I soon found our feet and despite the relentless trudge for the first few hours we got to the first top in good spirits. Stevie however was dying and never spoke a word for hours. When we reached the first top we all lay on a flat grassy outcrop which looked over the full expanse of An Teallach. It was here after a tin of peaches that Stevie sobered up and began to feel human again.
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Sobering up on An Teallach, Rab, Stevie and me

I remember sitting here and looking at the ridge thinking 'Oh dear, this looks serious...many scary pinnacles.' As we approached the main ridge it became much easier than I had first thought. A much easier option was available to the right if the scrambling became too severe. The fact that it was a boiling hot day also meant that the rock was in great condition for scrambling. The views to the west looked towards the Hebrides, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, it was a very special day to be out in the hills, especially an iconic mountain such as this. A trickier section lay right at the end (down climb) required a bit more concentration but this too was ok. Would be a different kettle of fish if wet or icy I'd imagine.
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Looking across to 'Lord Berkeley's seat'

We arrived back at the car just a the weather closed in. :wave: The glorious summer day had all but gone.

Re: An Teallach scortcher

PostPosted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 10:38 pm
by Alteknacker
Those were the days...!!! :D