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Well the weather report was favourable for Sunday the 12th as long as you were on the hills early. Dave and I decided to break away from the close at hand walks and go for a little excitement ~ Nevis via the CMD arete. I restricted my wine intake the night before to only 1 bottle as I would be picking Dave up at 6.00am
. Checked the Audi's flux capacitor was in good working order and duly arrived in the visitor centre car park at 8.05am (on the 11th
) Suited and booted I was checking out the others about to make the ascent who had varying degrees of suitable attire (I think they forget it is the highest place in the UK). One (possibly German) couple were making several references to Dave and I and saying the word 'technical' whilst they donned their smart leather high street boots
We started the walk across the bouncy bridge (lucky I have good sea legs or the wine was making a return!!) and then up the tourist path where we met and passed all sorts of 'climbers'. The weather was holding well, with only occasional clouds being low enough to skirt the tops we could see from the forrest. After a fairly steep slog up an excellent path of boulders (different story on the way down) you reach the final zig and zag before the half way lochan. At the junction it was amazing to see how many people were on the tourist track but Dave and I cut away to the left to make our way into Coire Leis. We were the only ones to do so ~ FANTASTIC
As we made our way around The Ben ~ the views of the cliffs were amazing. We were finally far enough into the glen to see the CIC hut up in the distance. To our left there was a guy coming up from the North car park wearing either a bright red shirt and/or ruck sack ~ we called him Red
We were on the high route but Red always managed to stay about 500mtrs ahead of us. He disappeared around the hut as we were making the final little climb. Dave and I found a couple of discreet spots to relieve ourselves of the litres of water and Luco Sport we had been taking on. We spotted Red making his way up toward 5 finger gully and we couldn't make out if he had climbing gear
He seemed to pause every so often and look about including back to us at the hut as if he was unsure of the route.
We knew where we were going and with a left turn we headed up what looked like an impossibly steep climb to the bealach that sits between CMD and CDM. God is it hard going
but the views over the The Ben's cliff faces were amazing
and more than made up for it. We could still see Red climbing slowly toward one of the lower snow fields that remained ~ we hoped he knew what he was doing. After a choccy and banana stop half way up it was onwards and upwards to the bealach and another stop for some Luco Sport. Dave has been doing a fair bit of running recently and his fitness was showing ~ he was always out in front.
A quick jaunt up to the summit of CMD and there before us was the arete - magic. It looked amazing and not overly difficult.
. Dave was slightly aprehensive as he is not really into airy traverses but off we went with me leading. After the initial drop I had to stop to tighten my boot laces and asked Dave if he wanted to lead. He bravely took up the batten and walked on ~ until we met the first true scrambly bit where he went to veer off onto the bypass path
Hoi ~ Where are you going? I asked. Is this not the standard route came the reply. Nope we are going right along the edge. Fair play to him he immediately jumped up onto the ridge proper and we were on our way again.
The arete is fairly simple with only one short dodgy bit which would make you have second thoughts in a stiff gusty wind. Just the conditions that arose as Dave arrived at it
It is a ledge that slopes into Coire Leis and by it's 'design' it wants to throw you off the edge because of the angle. It requires you to climb up onto it and then walk across for about 10 feet on about a 3-4 foot wide base. Just as Dave got on top a gust blew through from the Grey Corries and that was enough for him. Turned around and jumped down to the safer lower route. I was determined to do it. So I jumped up, shimmied on all fours until the breeze died and then stood up and walked quickly across. From there it was more simple scrambling until we got to the boulder field which rises all the way up to the summit of The Ben.
We met a young guy who had just come down and was waiting on his mate who looked really unsteady. We told him about the arete and the best bits (the ledge) and that we doubted his mate would make it if he was struggling with the boulder field. Don't worry he said I won't tell him about it until we get there
On reaching the summit I thought I had stumbled into Sauchiehall Street on a Saturday afternoon. Every type of person was there, most not suitably dressed if the weather closed in and you could see them realise it was freezing at the top. We decided only to stay long enough for photies and a quick lunch and then head down the tourist track. What a long arduous trudge it is. Once you get off the scree type path it is then onto the boulders which seem determined to shatter your knees and thighs.
All the way to the summit of the The Ben I was fine but the descent really takes it's toll on the legs and knees.
We arrived back at the car park knackered but please we had climbed The Ben on a more interesting route
I've stood on top of the UK
Oh - and we never did see where Red ended up ~ hope he was safe
cheers
BV