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Dark clouds over Bynack More |
A promising forecast lured me out for a first venture of
2014 into the high Cairngorms. Sunny skies - the Met Office gave a 'medium'
level warning of strong sunlight - and fairly light winds until mid-afternoon
sounded enticing. However a pink dawn quickly gave way to grey skies as the sun
sank into ominous, fast moving, dark clouds. I went anyway, hoping these early
clouds would soon clear. I hesitated just once, on leaving the car and being
hit by strong gusty winds. If it was like that in the car park what would it be
like on the tops?
There was no snow on the lower slopes, just hard frozen
ground and patches of ice. I set off with snowshoes strapped to my pack, having
decided that these would be better than skis given the rather thin looking
patchy snow higher up. Snowshoes act less like sails in the wind too, though I
could still feel gusts tugging at them. Struggling up the icy, rocky ridge I
needed my trekking poles to avoid being blown over. Gradually the patches of
ice grew and hard snow replaced the frozen ground. Skittering over one piece of
bubbled ice I decided it was time for the snowshoes. Wearing them I was able to
make better progress though they still skidded occasionally on rock-hard ice
despite the metal studs in the base.
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Winter equipment .... and a boulder for shelter |
Soon there was more snow than ice and the wind was scouring
the surface and lifting tiny fragments into swirls of spindrift, some more than
head high. The blasted old snow was hard and sharp, stinging my eyes. Time for
snow goggles, for the first time this winter. Down below in the snow-filled
corries to either side I could see groups of people digging snowholes and
practising winter skills.
Finally the slopes eased as I reached the broad crest of the
north ridge of Cairn Gorm. A great sweep of wintry mountains opened up before
me. Above them bands of clouds in varying shades of grey covered the sky. There
was no sign of the sun. I could see other walkers heading for the summit of
Cairn Gorm. I wandered over to a subsidiary top, 1151 metre Cnap Coire na
Spreidhe, and a dramatic view over the deep trench of Strath Nethy to Bynack
More and Beinn Mheadhoin.
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The winter Cairngorms |
Turning away from the southerly wind I followed the ridge
northwards, my snowshoes barely leaving a mark on the hard snow and ice, the
wind roaring and whistling round me, though at least the spindrift was now at
my back. In places the drifting snow had filled in shallow hollows and my
snowshoes slid on the loose snow. Much snow build-up on the steeper icy slopes
and avalanche danger could be high. Nothing would stick to this refrozen,
rutted snow. On the steep slopes above Strath Nethy I could see cornices.
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Cornice build-up |
As the ridge rose to a slight bump the snow vanished,
leaving just frozen gravel and ice-covered vegetation. I removed the snowshoes.
But on the far side of the rise a steeper snow slope led down to boulders. I
donned crampons for the descent. Another rise with sketchy snow amidst stony
ground. Having learnt I kept the crampons on and linked bits of snow and tried
to avoid blunting them on rocks or catching them in the heather. Sure enough
beyond this rise was more snow on a longer, steeper slope. I swapped a ski pole
for the ice axe before this descent. It was the last one on snow, now there
really was only heather and frozen ground. With patches of ice hidden in the
vegetation and glazed rocks I still had to take care as I descended to curving
Lochan na Beinne. The little pool looked unusual. Half was frozen and smooth
and pale, half was dark and surging with wind-driven waves.
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Essential snow goggles |
Leaving the lochan I had just a kilometre to go to the car.
It was the most difficult walking of the day as the wind, as forecast, was
strengthening rapidly. Hitting me from the side it blew me off the path several
times, sending me staggering down the slope trying to keep my balance. Without
trekking poles I'd have fallen many times. Just once as I fought against the
wind I was forced down onto my knees by a fierce gust. In the car park the car
was rocking.
Five hours in the winter hills, five hours of intense
concentration and physical effort. What a great day!