Peaks: Sgurr nan Gillean, Sgurr a' Fionn Choire, Bruach na Frithe, Sgurr na Bairnich, An Caisteal, Bidean Druim nan Ramh, Sgurr a'Mhadaidh, Sgurr a'Greadaidh, Sgurr Thormaid, Sgurr na Banachdich, Sgurr nan Gobhar
Routes: West Ridge Gillean (M), Druim nan Ramh Traverse (M), Four Tops Traverse Mhadaidh (D)
Area: Cuillin, Skye
An unconventional and not entirely legitimate Cuillin ridge traverse, which ended up as a considerably more physical, but less technical, two-day outing. Yet it was still a continuous linear journey from Sgurr nan Gillean to Gars Bheinn, and in that sense a privilege, as well as an unusually demanding version with over 3000ft of extra climbing. The night was windy, with gusty blasts rocking the van as I tried to sleep outside the Glen Brittle hut. As a result, I missed my alarm and was dozing (assuming the day was off) when Simon knocked on the door of the van! As a result I had about 10 minutes to prepare for a day some spend a lifetime preparing for. I wolfed down a bit of breakfast, threw some kit in my sac, and we were off to Sligachan, nearly 8am - far too late already. Vic imposed a 10 hour time limit on the attempt, which proved a tad ambitious. The main issue early on was the wind, a bitter northerly that blasted into us as we struggled up the 'tourist route' up Gillean. I last did this in pouring rain and thick mist with Gareth in the wet August of 1992! It is a very drawn out route, something of a slog, which curves round the base of Pinnacle Ridge (which we did last year - a far better way up), then finds a way through complex terrain to gain a bowl of rock and finally the upper south-east ridge which proves that the 'tourist' descriptor is something of a misnomer - it is pretty narrow and exposed. Very windy throughout, quite draining at times, and a shame so early on in the traverse. I found a way up solid slabs to the ridge, which avoided the scree but meant I lost contact with the other two until the summit, which is a spectacular spot - I often say it is the finest peak in the British Isles. After a bite, we got the harnesses on and descended the superb West Ridge. I missed the top section of this last year, so it was nice to do it in full - weaving down shelves and walls to pass through the 'window', a hole in the rock. It is interesting and fun throughout, and ends at Nicholson's chimney, which we abbed (as we did last year). We skirted Am Basteir, to save time, but I nipped up the scrambly traverse over Sgurr a'Fionn Choire by way of recompense, and because I hadn't done it before. It is quite a striking peak from some angles. From here, we moved very quickly over Bruach na Frithe - still very cold and windy - and then down the superb ridge which approaches the complex central section. Perhaps the best views of all are had from this section before An Caisteal - it gives good but non-technical scrambling and allows for quick progress until you reach the awkward gap below An Caisteal. We roped up and I led a short pitch to a grassy section, where we had lunch with great views into remote Harta Corrie, before heading up a slabby basalt groove to the top. Next up is Bidean Druim nan Ramh, perhaps the most complex section of the whole ridge, with three separate tops. The intricate detail is hard to recall, but there is a great deal of downclimbing, the occasional abseil, and some excellent hard scrambling. I suspect it is even more complex from north to south, as the route-finding is less obvious. A step over a deep gully sticks in the mind, as does a very exposed traverse above a lot of space near the final tower. Eventually, the angle eases and the ridge becomes broad and grassy for a short section before rearing up quite quickly towards Sgurr a'Mhadaidh. I'd been up the main summit of this peak before, freezing in a howling north-westerly gale in 2015. But the mountain has a lot more to offer - in fact, it has four separate summits and is another famously complex section of the ridge, particularly in this direction. The first two peaks are fairly easy, with simple downclimbs and excellent scrambling. Then things get more complicated and serious, with steep pitches and roped downclimbs before the descent of the final peak before the main summit - this is very steep indeed, indeed it looks quite outrageous at the grade from the other side. It gave absorbing scrambling to the final col, before a mini ridge leads to a step left onto exposed slabs which give access to the Mhadaidh summit ridge. Throughout this section, tremendous views straight down to Coruisk and Coire an Uaigneis. Light cloud blocked the sun for a while, although it stayed clear. We descended to An Dorus, a familiar spot to me now, a tiny breche which requires a few steep moves to leave on the Greadaidh side. We then kept too far left on the ridge up Greadaidh, having to retrace our steps to get on the right-hand side of the 'Wart' rock tower. Famously, the ridge between (and slightly beyond) the twin summits of Sgurr a'Greadaidh is the narrowest section of all, a proper knife-edge, and gives tremendous scrambling and views. We did it last year, but it seemed more spectacular in this direction. You lose track of time on the ridge, absorbed in its wonderful intricacies, and the sun was beginning to drop - all clouds melted away and a stunning evening began to develop. At the bealach, we met Dave and Ken, dozing behind some rocks, in the middle of their three day south-north crossing. It was obvious that we would fail to meet our 10 hour target, so began to hatch different plans. Above comes the easy scrambling up towards the Teeth, and then airy slabs to the top of Sgurr Thormaid, before the awkward scree traverse to gain Banachdich. After continuing along to Sgurr Dearg, Vic suggested we sack the attempt and descend to the hut - glistening below in the evening sunshine (we had no bivvy gear and no torches, so to an extent our hand was forced, although physically I felt fine and had plenty of water and a full malt loaf left). Instead of going straight down, we traversed across to the wonderful spur of Sgurr nan Gobhar - which gave a stunning and memorable descent, straight towards the setting sun which was dipping towards the Outer Hebrides of Barra and Uist. To the left, Soay and Rum all greens and blacks on a glistening silver sea. It just got better and better, and as I descended I realised my legs felt good and that there was no real option but to climb back up to the ridge and finish the job the next day.
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