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My better half is not just better. She's also the wiser of us two.
After a long long year of waiting, it was finally time for our once a year visit to Scotland. We arrived on Skye the 23rd of April and used the 24th and 25th to get to know the Island a bit, by visiting/climbing Storr, the Quiraing, the Spar Cave, Prince Charlie's Cave and Coran beach (yes, we did find the Jurassic footprints....I think...)
The 26th would be our first attempt into the Black Cuillin. All excited and hyperactive I woke that morning, the lady still vast asleep, to find the world was covered in snow and sunshine. A beautiful morning.
- Snow covered Sligachan campsite. Sunshine from behind Glamaig.
- And a view towards the Cuillin.
So after the the lady awoke, we both had our coffee and breakfasts and we put on the rucksacks that were prepared the evening before, we set of.
- Black Cuillin, the white version.
The plan was to follow the path from the campsite that lead you to Coire a Bhasteir, but at the gorge swing right to scramble onto the ridge of Sgurr a Bhasteir, to its summit, from there to avoid the teeth on Am Basteir and again to swing right to reach Bruach na Frithe. From there we were going to descend towards Bealach a Mhaim. The route drawn on the map is the route actually walked, not the planned route.
The weather was changing every five minutes. All Vivaldi's four seasons every twenty minutes. A real joy.
Glen Sligachan was looking beautiful and the view on the Red Hills in snow was magnificent.
The higher we were up, the better was the view on Sgurr nan Gillean. The view on the pinnacles, that can't be seen from the campsite, was impressive. The more with all four seasons fighting eachother around these pinnacles.
But never forget to look backwards as well. Not only for routefinding, also for the views. Here's another one on the Red Hills and Loch Sligachan.
However, the higher the steeper. Here we are, close to the gorge to Loch Bhasteir and the rigde to Sgurr a Bhasteir is clearly visible on the right.
And from there the failure begins. Having arrived at the ridge, we discovered it was all covered in ice. Now on my own, I would have maybe attempted the ascend. Stupidly so, for we didn't bring the proper materials for it. Having my lady with me though, means I have to listen to reason. Stubborn as I am, I decided to do check the ridge for doable scrambleroutes. "I'll be back soon". This is me trying to find a way through ice covered rock, leaving my reluctant lady behind.
Being up there though only proved me wrong in being stubborn and her right in being reluctant. Without the proper materials this would be to dangerous a expedition. We decided to go back to the campsite. She relieved. Me grumpy and anxious that we might not be able to do any summit this holiday.
Coming down from the ridge with cold hands and a snowstorm above.
Cold hands.
Snowstorm above.
With views like this though, how can anyone stay grumpy for a long period of time? It proved to be the start of a lovely holiday on Skye. More walkreports to come.
Edit: forgot to include my drawing of the place: