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Everybody drools about the sense of scale, the simple vastness of it all, and the scalloped corries falling away to the north.
I’ll just take their word for it.
On one of Scotland’s most spectacular outings, with a good forecast, I saw diddly squat. Not even the iconic buttresses revealed more than a third of their majesty.
The plan had been good: midge net ready when I burst from the tent at 6.00am; the car left up by the Allt Coire an Anmoich for my return; a brisk half hour wake-up cycle back to Cromasaig; raring to go brimming with optimism. The clouds were bound to clear: the BBC, MWIS, the Met and even MyWeather2 promised me I’d need the sun block by lunchtime.
- Optimism fuels the prospects for the day - Creag Dhubh is just hiding - and you can see the way up anyway - one way or the other at the slabs - right for a bit of scree-slog, left for a scramble - then it's all ridge
- A hint of up-beat brightness beams down on Kinlochewe
But they didn’t, and I didn’t. As a result, this report confines itself to photo captions that reveal about as much as I saw in the nine hours I was out.
- Clag-bound cairn on Creag Dhubh - little did I know there'd be a lot more of these
- Approaching Sgurr nan Fhir Duibhe - about as much forward distance as I was allowed - an atmospheric build-up to the scrambling that lay ahead
- Yes, another cairn in the clag - this one's Sgurr Ban - I only know because I matched the time on the photo with the record I keep on my phone on the way round - there'll be more
- The crafty top of Spidean Coire nan Clach - it's more attractive than the trig point 5m below - wonder how many mist-blinded wanderers have missed it?
Sail Mhor? Why bother? I’m not bagging Tops anyway.
- Just to prove I got to the top of Ruadh stac Mor as well - in fact it felt like Piccadilly Circus on top when there were six of us slagging off various weather forecast organisations - one bright thing was still convinced the sun would be shining by 3 - it might have been somewhere in the world, but not here
- Going down - just keep right and it's like stepping down a huge series of pink boxes for most of the way
- At last, a view - Loch Coire Mhic Fhearchair below
- That iconic Triple Buttress - that's what I'd come all this way to see - in my most pessimistic plans the clouds would have taken a wee while longer to clear and still allowed a better view than this.
At least I've got an Anthony Cain watercolour of it on my study wall to prove it does exist
They couldn’t be wrong for tomorrow as well, could they?
- And of course, there's always that obligatory frustrating next morning photograph
At least the omens were good for a foray to its neighbour.