I had been looking to get away from work and do another summer evening sojourn. So had Graeme D and we decided upon the Stob Breac sprint. Only 1 mile from the summit, we would have to negotiate noisy cows, pitted roads and as steep an ascent as they come. However, lonely are the brave and intrepidly, we set forth. Within half an hour, we decided to head high early and began the steep and sustained climb. Indeed, twas so steep that at one point, we were relying on heather holds to pull us up, with the passing of the walking pole batons and encouragement at awkward moments. It was a good bit further on that we eventually found the massive mound of seven stones. Was this really the summit? It would appear so. From here, we decided that we would not go on and take in the Corbett but instead planned a summer evening camp or Winter stroll up the nose of Creag nan Saighead. So, we descended equally steep ground and chanced a fir tree forest traverse. We were lucky and found the occasional deer track to see us back to the path and the leisurely return to the car in 2 hours 45 minutes, which meant a beer in Mhor 84. A great way to fill a weekday evening and good to catch up with an old hill buddy. From Mhor 84, I was home in an hour.
