Done Bagging

For my final Munro, we were blessed with really settled, fine weather which was in sharp contrast to my previous attempt on Stob na Broige (the back Buachaille) a year before. We were rained upon and blown off on that attempt.

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As I walked up the coire I thought about when my Munro round started. I think my first Munro was in 1982 when I was on an Outward Bound course at Loch Eil. I think it was Stob Ban. But I can't remember if we got to the top. I've been up it since (honest).

It occurred to me not to bother finishing. The pointlessness of the whole thing had been on my mind for a while. I'd done my penultimate hill about 3 years before and I seemed to have lost the need to be complete. However people had made an effort and it was a nice day.

The view from the summit was splendid. We had a wee drink, a bite to eat and Cammy took a photo. The light improved as we descended and we paused on the col. Autumn colours were accentuated as the sun sank.

Notable Hills and Outings

  • Most boring hill - Mount Keen - winter boots on the hard track were a bad idea. Had a ciggie to cheer myself up. (I don't smoke).

  • Most hungover hill - Sgurr Mor in Glen Kingie from Kinbreck bothy (others stayed in bed the whole day- you know who you are).

  • Worst failure - repelled 200 feet below summit of Sgurr a Mhaoraich (see most ridiculous drive for second attempt).

  • Most ridiculous drive - Sgurr a Mhaoraich near Kinloch Hourn from Glen Pean bothy. Walked to Strathan, met Rab who drove me round to the hill. Return to the bothy that night. Rab has a wind-up torch for the walk in to the bothy. He forgot his sleeping bag.

  • Biggest snow wade - Lurgh Mor and Bidein A' Choire Sheasgaich from Bendronaig bothy. Excellent trail breaking by Michael who was professionally hod carrying at the time.

  • Beinn Dearg - We met up with Rab after being floated off from a Sheildaig camping meet. Rab was in training for a mountain marathon. He nearly "lost the fight in the gym". My advice: take a bike! Roy Hack never bothered to mention he had a GPS until we dropped out of the mist on the hills to the East of Loch Ossian. We'd navigated for many hours, using the traditional techniques of map, compass, timing and some step counting. A 20 mile outing.

It's all been marvelous. Thanks for all who accompanied me. I had fun. And the pointlessness is overwhelming.


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