Funnily enough, like my earlier stay in this area (see http://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=58389) the brooding light gave a sombre beauty to all these hills around Cluanie. So I decided that the Sgurr nan C set of pics was worth including and doing a TR for them.
With a flurry of avalanches a week or so before, it seemed sensible to use south-facing ridge routes - and the stalkers' path up Carn Ghlusaid seemed ideal in that respect. Our plans turned out correct, apart from one minor problem - more of that later...
It is a quick drive from Invergarry to the parking spot at Loch Cluanie, and we followed the military road up to near the radio antenna. The skyline here is Creag a'Mhaim and Druim Shionnach.

The stalkers' path branches off very obviously near the antenna, and is well-graded and easy to follow. Where the path crosses slabs, the route is marked by a line of boulders.

From here we had a steely vista of Spidean Mialach behind Creag a'Mhaim's east ridge.

As we climbed, peaks emerged to the west too, above the Drochaid an Tuill Easaich ridge. Right to left - Aonach Meadhoin, Sgurr a'Bhealaich Dheirg and Sgurr Fhuaran.

At this point the path, which has been so easy, ran straight into a bank of deep snow. High temperatures made the snowdrift like a giant soggy meringue. We avoided it by going straight up the slope and emerged on the ridge line of Carn Ghlusaid with a great view down to Loch Cluanie and the whole South Cluanie ridge.

To the South, brooding light filtered through onto the loch below the Druim nan Cnamh - Beinn Loinne ridge.

The flat summit of Carn Ghlusaid does not really feel like a Munro in itself, because the ridge to the West undulates, rather than dips properly, before rising to the obviously much bigger Sgurr nan Conbhairean. Of which there were great views from the edge of the scarp...

Sgurr nan Conbhairean looms massively beyond the cairn while we make important decisions about snacks.

Moody Blues - strange glowing light away in the west gave an almost blue fluorescence to Sgurr na Carnach and Sgurr Fhuaran, beyond Aonach Meadhoin and Sgurr a'Bhealaich Dheirg.

We set off westwards, with views of the cornicing all along the ridgeline

Occasional glimpses of Loch Cluanie far below

Trogging along with the cornices for company...

The last col below the rise to Sgurr nan Conbhairean. Beyond Aonach Meadhoin are Faochag and the Saddle, with the Sgurr nan Forcan and the dark line of its arete immediately below the summit.

Before starting the plod up to the summit, we looked back at the South Cluanie ridge - this is Aonach air Chrith, with Maol Chinn-Dearg beyond.

Starting out on the climb up the summit ridge... bits and bobs of cloud blowing past us

However we could still look over the edge down into the cavernous Glen Doe

A happy moment - the summit cairn. Although we were now briefly in full-on clag, we still got a sense of the dominance of this peak and its supporting ridges and faces dropping away steeply on all sides. A superb mountain-top which I must revisit in clear weather!

But then things improved - a gap in the cloud gave us a view westwards. The ridges bottom-to-top are Drochaid an Tuill Easaich, south ridge of A'Chralaig, the peaks of Aonach Meadhoin, Sgurr a'Bhealaich Dheirg, and in the distance Sgurr na Sgine and Faochag, with The Saddle head-in-the-clouds.

To the north-west we could see Mullach Fraoch-Choire and Sgurr nan Ceathreamnan.

As we are not counting Munros we did not need, or want, to add on the dog-leg of Sail Chaorainn. One for another day and nice weather. Time to head on down.

And down...

We did not need to go back up to Carn Ghusaid, instead we contoured the head of the shallow southern corrie of the range (Coire Lair?) to rejoin the stalkers' path at the ridgeline. One of our party was a bit faster than the rest of us and sat on the ridge-top waiting for us.

The sting in the tail was the big snowdrift across the path. We decided to cross it to reach a relatively snow-free slope. Mostly the crossing was fine - deep steps in a yielding pile of mush - but at one point my foot went in too deep, jarring my metal knee.
The snow half-solidified in a kind of giant Slush Puppy around my boot, trapping me. I had to dig it out laboriously using my ice axe. Not my finest hour.
The twist on my knee meant that sadly I had to take one day off climbing hills later in the week, although I did put that day to extremely good scenic use, as a later report will show.