Smoking boots and smoking jackets (Part 1)
by Graeme D » Mon Feb 18, 2019 3:26 pm
Corbetts included on this walk: Beinn Iaruinn
Grahams included on this walk: Leana Mhor (Glen Roy West)
Date walked: 16/02/2019
Time taken: 3.2 hours
Distance: 7.9 km
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We both managed to get away from home between 10 and 11 with a view to picking up some hills further down Glen Roy before heading to the bothy. I met up with Kev at the small parking area in Roybridge, just at the turn into the Glen Roy road itself and we decided to head for Leana Mhor West and the neighbouring Corbett of Beinn Iaruinn, despite Kev having previously done the latter. On that occasion he had managed to overlook the fact that there was a Graham right next door and had also scaled it by an improbably steep and arduous route straight up from the road. He was up for a repeat, given that the East side Graham-Corbett combo would probably take longer and leave us very short of daylight for the walk in to Luib Chonnal.
Once parked up on the verge just beyond the bridge almost due east of our target, we quickly suited and booted and headed off up the clearly defined broad nose on the east side of the hill just to the left of the little narrow Coire an t-Seilich. Travelling with no packs we made good progress of the rough slopes and soon had sweeping views up and down Glen Roy.
Start from the bend in the road at the bridge over the Allt a' Bhreac Achaidh
Down the broad nose and up into the depths of Glen Roy
We spotted two figures descending off the summit and down towards the Allt a' Bhreac Achaidh before the gradient started to ease for the pull up easy slopes onto the broad summit plateau with developing views ahead towards the high peaks of the Aonachs and Nevis Range.
The Corries, Aonachs and Nevis Range from the summit of Leana Mhor
Cloud billowing across Beinn Iaruinn
From the summit we dropped north over some rough ground to the bealach with Beinn Iaruinn and then the steady pull up into the Clag Zone. Despite the fact that this would be Corbett number 99 and, as Kev pointed out, 99 being a number associated in Italian culture with all things nice (99 anybody?), it didn't look like it was shaping up to be a particularly nice experience, particularly once we became shrouded in thick clag as we began to level off onto the high ground around Coire nan Eun.
Snow capped Loch Lochy Munros just visible from the Leana Mhor-Beinn Iaruinn belach
Leana Mhor from the ascent of Iaruinn
Into the clag - not looking promising!
But then the weak, February sun got it's act together and burnt through the clag to reveal wonderful views along the summit plateau, over Coire nan Eun and across to the Loch Lochy Munros to the north west. Maybe I was going to get that 99 moment after all!
Looking back south from the rim of Coire nan Eun
Kev silhouetted at the summit of Beinn Iaruinn
And without Kev spoiling it!
Beinn Iaruinn summit looking north up Glen Roy
The Loch Lochy Munros and Ben Tee
From the summit we carried on a short distance beyond the edge of the coire before dropping steeply down the rough heather slopes to the floor of the glen and a short yomp back along the tarmac to the cars.
Carn Dearg and Leana Mhor East with the Parallel Roads standing out, Roughburn Munros in the background
Across Coire nan Eun from the descent back to the road
Beinn Mhonicaig and Leana Mhor from the start of a brisk yomp back along the tarmac to the cars
Then it was off up the glen to the parking area just before Brae Roy Lodge where the luxury of walking without packs came to a shuddering halt as we donned overnight packs crammed with coal, wood, whisky and beer for the 5 mile yomp along the track by the River Roy to Luib Chonnal.
Falls of Roy in the gathering gloom
Beyond the Falls of Roy the track does a fair bit of meandering and climbing before eventually dropping down towards our destination. By this stage it was becoming quite dark and Kev eventually resorted to donning the head torch before we made it in. A few major sections of bog and tricky crossings had to be negotiated before we turned off on the grassy path that leads to the bothy, Kev's head torch eventually picking out reflections from the flashings on the roof of the building just as we were beginning to fear that it may have vanished off the face of the earth.
Welcome to Luib Chonnal
We climbed the stairs to the main room in the attic and quickly got settled in to the routine - crack a beer open, get the fire going and get some food going. We got the stove going no problem at all but it very quickly started belching out vast quantities of smoke into the room. We tried fiddling with various bits of metalwork and shutting the door, but still the smoke poured out of the thing. We were practically blind and fighting for our lives! At one point I remarked to Kev that I now had some sense of what it must feel like to be caught up in a major house fire! Fortunately it was a mild enough night outside so we sat with a couple of Velux windows open for ventilation. Sitting down was generally bearable but standing up involved ones head being in the smog and being reduced to a quivering, spluttering wreck. Eventually we figured out that once the fuel load had burned down a bit, the smoking became less of an issue (at least the smoking from the stove did, not sure about the smoke coming off Kev's boots!) and that carefully placing one log at a time meant less likelihood of death by smoke inhalation. We developed a routine of putting fuel on and then either hanging out a Velux window for 10 minutes or so or going and standing outside.
The Smoking Room
A great night of TV ahead
Despite the dense, acrid smoke filling the room, a decent old night was had until the 10% Raspberry Big Dog Chew combined with the effects of smoke inhalation seemed to render Kev incapable of coherent thought or movement and he retired to the safety of his sleeping bag on the floor, well below the worst of the smoke.
If the smoke doesn't get you, this stuff will!
I lasted perhaps another half hour or so and then could put up with it no longer and also retired. Clearly I slept well as I had only the faintest recollection of the Carbon Monoxide alarm going off during the night!
To Lucy, a wonderful hill companion and still sorely missed and dearly loved exactly a year to the day
by kevsbald » Mon Feb 18, 2019 4:43 pm
by Sgurr » Mon Feb 18, 2019 7:37 pm
Glen Roy is rather under rated due to no Munros, but I like it.
by PeteR » Tue Feb 19, 2019 2:27 pm
Glen Roy is a little gem though and I'll still need to return to pick off the other Leana Mhor and Carn Dearg.
I'm not sure you're convincing me that a night in a bothy is a good idea though
by Collaciotach » Tue Feb 19, 2019 11:03 pm
by jackfrost » Fri Mar 08, 2019 8:13 pm
Fortunately he also knew the laws of thermodynamics and metal engineering....after we lit the fire, and were succumbing to the belching smoke, he discovered a lever in the flue above the stove - turning it 90° opened some sort of valve, there was a whooshing noise and suddenly all the smoke disappeared up the flue. A very warm and pleasant evening then ensued, candles (that I'd brought in) burned to the base. We left about 3kg of coal, plus a firelog.
What a pain you got smoked out! I thought it was a great bothy, a great location too.
By the way, I also went over the Carn Deargs on the way out, but looks like better conditions than you had. This meant I was able to spy a dry (peat-hag free) line along the south side of Teanga Mor when I was on the summit of the lower Carn Dearg. I managed to get from the bothy, over the two peaks and back to the car in 3hours. A bit sweaty mind
by Graeme D » Wed Mar 13, 2019 4:48 pm