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A motley crew of 14 humans and one canine gathered with some degree of trepidation at a perplexingly busy Glen Nevis car park to try and get an old man to the roof of the UK before, now being a ripe old 30, his knees inevitably would not allow him to
squad at the car park by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
The perplexity was due to the forecast - zero visibility, heavy rain and gales. Whereas we had this in the diary for months, why so many people (many of them very obviously under-prepared) ventured out, I can only assume must've been out of a similar sense of duty to 'give it a bash' regardless. Ben Nevis via the 'tourist route' on a Saturday in May; surely the most widely underestimated walk in Britain?
And so, off we went in the drizzle, Meal an t-Suidhe poking out through the cloud above. For quite a few of the group this was their first munro, but all had arrived with adequate clothing and equipment after a briefing by the birthday boy - all of it would be needed eventually. Crossing the River Nevis, the rains stopped as we climbed and traversed the foothills, heating us up considerably, and most of the layers we had applied in earnest were soon removed. I still couldn't get my head round the amount of people on the hill - several hundred at least - most lulled into a false sense of security over what was to come.
P1030115 by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
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Ross Thomson, on Flickr
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Ross Thomson, on Flickr
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Ross Thomson, on Flickr
Almost as soon as we swung left into the Red Burn valley the rain, spitting at first, began, and the group was split up into pairs, so I stayed with those at the back. By the time we had almost reached the 'halfway' lochan, about an hour and a half since leaving, the rain was horizontal - the gale force wind unrelenting and visibility down to a couple of yards. I waited for Gordon and Millie then went down after them after realising if they turned round we had no way of knowing (plus I was becoming soaked through despite my waterproofs). Them having the small dog, they made the sensible decision to turn back, so I caught up with Grace and Scotty and we plodded on, past Graeme and Kev who also turned back due to being soaked through. 4 down, 10 still on the mountain....
Passing many others who had turned round, prospects of getting to the summit seemed slim at best. I managed to get a couple of pictures when the rain relented somewhat after about 20 minutes, although I was worried for my (not waterproof) camera. The downpour had made the crossing of the burn somewhat treacherous.
Grace, Scotty, Gordon and Millie as the rain came on by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
red burn by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
soaking by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
invisble scotty and grace by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
At the zigzags, we caught up with Euan, Annie and El and informed them of the casulaties. The other 4 - Robyn, Cam, Conor and Niall - had gone on ahead. The rain had eased, the cloud even dispersed slightly for about 5 minutes, and we stopped regularly for food, water and rest. At about 900m, near the snow line, we put on all our available layers in anticipation of the cold wind on the summit plateau (since the downpour the wind had mercifully eased). My feet were soaked (nail in the coffin for them I then decided) and so was keen to keep moving. El was struggling a bit as we approached the snow.
P1030140 by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
P1030144 by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
back to loch eil by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
glen nevis by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
halfway lochan, loch linnhe and loch eil by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
Back into the clag, and the thought of the summit nearing spurred us on in the last 300m of ascent - a volley of singsongs eventually settling on the fitting 'Will Ye Go Lassie Go' by The Corries. El was in quite a lot of pain but struggled on admirably. Before the plateau, we met up with the other group, who were coming down, not wanting to stay immobile for long, and exchanged some pleasantries - all of us buzzing (or maybe that was our teeth chattering?) at our unexpected success. In poor visibility, the plateau is surely a novice walker's nightmare (as has been noted by many), with the sheer cliffs of Tower Ridge on the left barely noticeable until you are practically above them. Luckily, having done the walk before I knew to expect this, and luckily for everyone else, there were footsteps to follow. A few more steps following the cairns erected for this very reason and the trig point and shelter appeared in the mist. Felt like a great achievement for all of us
Euan had saved 'the glory' and saved it well - cue obligatory photos!
P1030152 by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
Annie pretending to have fun by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
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Ross Thomson, on Flickr
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Ross Thomson, on Flickr
A shot at glory by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
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Ross Thomson, on Flickr
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Ross Thomson, on Flickr
We had a bite under the shelter then wasted no time in beginning our descent, following a line of equally cold walkers and not stopping again until below the snow line. Euan and I were pretty horrified, given the conditions, to see a few people, including a child (!) wearing jeans - fail to prepare....
On we went, slowly warming, until we were back down to t shirts in the foothills. We caught up with the others at the Ben Nevis Inn for a well-deserved beer, the first of many as it transpired.
P1030162 by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
re-crossing the burn by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
P1030171 by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
P1030177 by
Ross Thomson, on Flickr
Ok, it's Ben Nevis and it's full of tourists and the path is long and 'easy', and there were no views - hardly one for the purist I admit - but there's something about successfully climbing a big mountain in a big group, particularly in challenging conditions, that warms the sole.
A grand day on a grand occassion for El Stracko Grande himself - well done everyone
...and we all went together!