
Saturday morning was cloudy and cold - no sense of Spring being in the air yet. Got away about 8am and drove the 20 miles along to Dunmaglass - a road that infuriatingly alternated between double track then single track for all of its length. Parked at the phone box and got ready to walk. It was really chilly - gloves and several layers required - Allison in some trouble as her water bladder had leaked all over her rucksack contents. Passing an imposing pair of gateposts topped by fishing eagles, the track is littered with a variety of safety signs for the windfarm folk. The wide track stretches off into the distance, large boulders spaced along its outer edge. We walk up the steepish incline on new track not shown on the map, alongside Beinn Mheadhoin and manage to miss the turn off on the right alongside the Allt Uisg an t-Sidhean, heading up the main track instead. We notice that we are heading too far off course and have to drop down into the coire to the bridge. Allison finds a 6-pointer antler, so it has not all been in vain. Up the hill towards Meall a Bhuailt, having to check we are on the right path as there are so many tracks going off here and there to the turbines I guess. Some hares sit and watch us, with one particularly inquisitive fellow running stop-start right up to us, sniffing the air then racing past.
Parking spot

Lodge

Oops - left mine in the car...

The track

Looking back

The track...

We should be on that path


The track then plays tig with the Aberchalder burn, crossing and re-crossing the waterway. We find a way across only to have to re-cross (actually you can just skirt round to the east side of the track and miss the loops and crossings). We're on the west side by this time and I decide that rather than cross the burn again we'll just head up the flank of Beinn Bhuraich and take a more direct route to the summit. I imagine that this will take about half an hour - it's only 2km - but oh my god it goes on for ever - over half frozen bog/peat hags and deepish snow. Visibility is crap and there's no sign of where we're meant to be going, no sense of uphillness. Finally we come to a snow clad slope that must mark the final approach to the summit of Saobhaidhe. The summit, like the walk so far is underwhelming and we slump down for a grumpy lunch with as much view as you'd get if you shoved your head in a wet pillow case. We decide to take the track back down - surely that will be easier. Well it would have been if the track wasn't buried under 2-3 feet of soft snow, making progress just as laborious as on the ascent. We pass a newly constructed hut for shooting parties, with its door wedged open and a swoosh of snow inside. On we do, down the "track" til we get to the spot we left it - after that there's a sense of getting somewhere and progress picks up. Three red kites keep us entertained with stooping and diving antics, chasing after the snow bunnies we'd seen earier on. Further down the air was alive with the strange electronic warbling of lapwings. The sun threatened to come out and the day improved marginally. Not one of my favourite hills, but then we didn't do it in the best conditions for views etc.
Way up to Beinn Bhuirach

Summit - woo hoo!!

Very impressed so far...not

The "track"

Golden Jubilee Hut

Some thick snow in places

Low cloud cover

Red Kite

The way back

Stats

On the drive back I decided to take the road from Inverfarigaig to Foyers, passing Boleskine House, once home to Aleister Crowley. I'd never been this way before and imagined it as an impenetrably remote location, but it's not, just on the roadside albeit with signs up saying Tresspassers will be demonically possessed

http://footlesscrow.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/brief-mountaineering-career-of-aleister.html
Anyway, we paid a visit to Boleskine Burial Ground on the other side of the road enjoying the views along Loch Ness and some old gravestones. We called in at the pleasant little pub in Whitebridge for a pint of Happy Chappie before heading back to Ft Augustus for some food and a wander into the town in the late evening sunshine.
Boleskine House




Ft Augustus

Campsite

Sunday brought a warmer morning, low cloud down but looked like it would burn off quickly enough. We drove the couple of miles to the parking spot (note - you would be better driving up the hill and parking at the gates of the power station where there's room for 2-3 cars without obstruction). The WH route appears to use the road - we took the old military road through the gate, which meant we were on the wrong side of a plantation fence for a wee while. Regained the track and set off at a goodish pace, clouds being burned away all around leaving a dazzling blue sky. The Loch Quoich Munros looked devine as we gained height then sudddenly the whole skyline was awash with white topped peaks - Kintail, Affric and Cannich hills circling us - I hadn't expected such a wonderful viewing platform today! We'd decided to follow the track further round than the WH route, using this to gain the final bit of height as well as taking in some extra tops - it was a nice day after all. Snow bunnies gambolled in the sunshine, frogs croaked, the snow covered more and more of the path. We passed Lochan na Stairne with sparkling blue waters and a little island - tempting to have a dip given the heat today

Cloud burn off

Carn a'Chuilin

Loch Quoich Hills



Snow bunny

View back down the track

inviting lochan




Eventually we made it to the 781 top beside a'Chuilin and crossed deep snow clad flanks to the summit ridge - Allison was wary of avalanche so I suggested she wait, see if I died horribly then proceed if I hadn't


Chuilin from the 781m point

danger!!


Approaching summit







Descent
