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I'm attempting to climb all 140 Donalds and Donald Tops in aid of charity. 'Donalds for Donald' is a personal challenge in memory of my late father, Donald, and in aid of Mesothelioma UK. After the round in this report, my total is currently 36/140, and I aim to complete them by 15th November (his birthday). I'd better get walking...Apologies for the distinct lack of photos in this report. Sadly my phone (rugged case and all) sustained damage and, having lasted just long enough to record my route on Viewranger, died - along with photos and videos. If it ever recovers, I'll edit the post to include images of this rather hellish day.The weather forecasts were not great (again) but I had earmarked 2nd September to tackle the most Northerly of the Donalds, and found myself in Callander on the evening of 1st September. The river was high, the rain was heavy, but the hills seemed relatively mist-free and Ben Ledi looked enticing. The next morning, the rain was heavier and Ben Ledi had disappeared from view altogether. Such would be the day, really. Anyway, I was heading East out of Callander to tackle Uamh Bheag and Beinn nan Eun. I left the main road just after Keltie Bridge campsite, and headed up the little road, which in turn gave way to the farm track leading through and beyond Middle Bracklinn farm. The track came to an end at about the 350m contour, after which it was straight up the hillside to the bealach between Uamh Mhòr and Uamh Bheag, before following the fence line straight up to the summit of the latter. The wind was howling and I could barely stand, opting to cling onto the wire fence most of the time, the rain was driving, and the mist was thick. I did manage to say hello to the little wooden fella at the summit, before plodding on and across to the Donald Top of Meall Clacach.
Ben Ledi from Callander by
Christopher Watson, on Flickr
Uamh Bheag and Beinn nan Eun by
Christopher Watson, on Flickr
Unable to see very much at all, and already feeling the substantial wind chill, it was on with pretty much all my extra layers and across into the hell that is the no-man's land beyond Uamh Bheag. I stopped at the East Top and wandered across to pt.664 to ensure I'd covered all bagging bases, then descended quite steeply beyond the cairns and up an over to Beinn Odhar. I'd seen pictures of the peat hags around here, but with the foul weather they were even worse than I had anticipated. I'm gutted to have lost the photos of this treacherous no-man's land. Reaching the barren summit of Beinn Odhar and then trudging across to the final peak of the day, Beinn nan Eun, gave little sense of reward or comfort, and all I could focus on was getting off these hills
Uamh Bheag and Beinn nan Eun by
Christopher Watson, on Flickr
Something of a test of endurance and navigation, it took some time to get from the summit and negotiate the tortuous hags on the way to the wind farm. After slipping down and dragging myself up the sides of the 'trenches' I opted to try and walk as much as I could along the wet 'highways' in between, instead. A trying walk in good weather perhaps, this was absolute hell on this particular day. My bearings told me I should almost be in touching distance of the targeted wind turbine, but the mist was so thick I couldn't see it until I was just metres away. I heard it a long time before I saw it!
I don't think I've ever been so glad to see a wind farm track (normally I'd want to avoid them) but making it to the start of the road at about the 540m contour was almost a pleasure too far
My phone was struggling after suffering some damage on the hill, but lasted just long enough to record my track. After what seemed like a lifetime on the road through the wind farm and down through forest and farmland, I made it to Buchany on the A84 and was delighted to discover a bus would be coming along shortly. Any ideas about camping and tackling some of the bigger hills the following day went out of the window, and a slightly traumatised, wet, walker descended on the hostel in Callander.
In just a few days time its back to Scotland to continue on this Donalds journey. Wish me luck
