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View to Cairn Gorm (left) and Beinn Mheadhoin from my camp. |
After a week of drizzle and rain
and the hills covered in cloud down to their lower slopes a forecast for a
brief respite from the dreich weather was worth seizing. ‘A weak ridge of high
pressure’ was meant to bring sunny skies Saturday afternoon followed by a
cloudy night and morning before rain returned Sunday afternoon. Hardly an
inspiring forecast but the best there’d been for a while and just right for a
quick overnight camp in the Cairngorms.
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Coire an t-Sneachda |
In Coire Cas the sun was shining
but a cool wind meant I set off wearing a jacket as well as sun hat and dark
glasses. Looking into Coire an t-Sneachda as I climbed I was surprised at the
still extensive snow patches. After much warm and humid weather I thought they’d
have diminished rather more. (I remained
surprised at the amount of snow throughout the trip – I’ll post a separate
selection of pictures soon). Once I reached the Cairngorm Plateau the wind eased
and hot sunshine accompanied me over the stony ground and snow patches to Ben
Macdui. The grey harshness of the plateau was broken by the bright green of
fresh grass and moss and the multi-coloured lichen on many boulders. The sense
of space and vastness always found up here in clear weather washed over me, removing
tensions and worries, soothing my mind. This freeing of my thoughts is always
welcome and useful too as it’s usually followed by ideas for writing,
photography, exploration. Positive thoughts overwhelming any negative ones. I
think better when walking in wild places.
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Camp above the Garbh Uisge Mor |
The sky was darkening as I
reached the summit. A snow bunting watched me from the trig point then hopped
around hoping for crumbs. Clouds rushed in and the wind strengthened. The view
shrank and vanished and I left the summit in thick mist, following the
snowmelt-filled headwaters of the Garbh Uisge Mor (Rough Big Water). Others
were camped here. I passed one tent high in the broadening corrie and far below
I could see another beside a small pool. I camped on a shelf well above the
damp ground beside the stream, just below the mist and, I hoped, sheltered from
the increasingly strong wind.
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Beinn Mheadhoin appearing through the mist |
The last turned out not to be
true as the wind changed direction and blew across the corrie, rustling my
little shelter and knocking the fabric against me. I slept briefly, woke,
half-slept, woke, dozed, before finally falling asleep properly as the sky
lightened in the early hours and the wind eased a little. Heat woke me a few
hours later. The sun was shining and the temperature had risen from a chilly +5°C
to a hot +22°C that had me overheating in my sleeping bag. Wriggling out of it
I was soon outside looking at the hills shining in the bright light, the
colours of the vegetation and the rocks and the whiteness of the snow vibrant
and sharp. Beinn Mheadhoin rose above clouds boiling up above hidden Loch
Etchachan. Anyone camped down there would be in the mist.
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Garbh Uisge Beag & Loch Avon |
The lovely start to the day didn’t
last. Within an hour the sky was overcast and the chill wind had returned. I
spent the morning water watching,
following the Garbh Uisge Mor to its confluence with the Garbh Uisge
Beag on the edge of the steep slabs and crags dropping down to the Loch Avon
basin. Filled with snowmelt the streams boiled and surged with white water,
crashing and foaming over the rocks. The sounds of rushing water were
everywhere, stimulating and exciting.
Far below the dark loch lay placid under the grey sky. The last stream
was the Feith Buidhe, tumbling down the steep slopes below Hells Lum Crag. Many
snow bridges crossed the wide water. I was tempted but decided they were
probably too rotten so I tried boulder-hopping instead and ended up with wet
feet anyway when a rock tipped as I put my weight on it. The near-freezing
water was bitterly cold but my feet soon warmed as I climbed the slopes above
back into the mist in Coire Domhain. Only when I neared Coire Cas and the end
of my trip did I drop back out of the clouds. I was back home though before the
rain started, rain that hammered down for hours.
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The Feith Buidhe heading for Loch Avon |