Cruach nam Mult

Initially, I had intended to do this as part of a combo with the other Lochgoilhead Grahams and I had planned to spend the evening up there too. However, I have never before been so plagued by flies in my existence than I had upon exiting from the forest and it was to have a significant contribution to my decision to cast this trip into the category of single hill sojourns. The meander through the forest was pleasant enough although the heat was quite incredible on this July evening. It was relatively straightforward to pick the way South on to the hill but the dark path through was a little claustrophobic and I was glad (not for long) to emerge into the daylight once again. At this point, you are more or less faced with a steep, grassy wall which affords no idea of the route ahead. However, after about 10 minutes of hard climbing, you are roughly at the bealach between the Graham and the Hump to the West. 

As the flies erupted around me, I got the head down and began the climb hoping for a breeze to strike up and dispel the invertebrate hoard. Within an hour of leaving the car, I was a sodden, sweaty beast and stood atop the highest part of this hill, although there was no cairn to signify this. The views across to Stob an Eas and the Arrochar alps were particularly impressive as were the distant Paps of Jura. I killed 40 flies in 15 minutes but their numbers were replete within second. I didn't fancy the descent and ascent over to the 2nd Graham if I was to have such chitinous company and therefore decided at 2045, to head back to the car and home. A great wee hill but it has to be repeated in Winter, I think for me to truly enjoy its character.

Beinn Fhada

This was documented in the Munro blog post here: http://www.munromadness.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/ben-more-via-beinn-fhada-and-chioch.html

Meall Mor to it than meets the eye

After our early rise at 0530, we began the walk over to the bealach nan corp. It was a hard old slog up to the bealach and from there, it was a very wearisome up-and-down to the summit of Meall Mor. A number of small valleys and coires had to be crossed to reach this very remote and small cairn. However, the view North to the Crianlarich Munros is a very rewarding experience. We descended east over the ridge and down to the valley floor before Stob a Choin. All thoughts of re-ascending this were banished as we were both a little tired and the re-ascent looked horrific after the previous 15 hours efforts.

Beinn Damhain

Far from the Easter madding crowd. A morning stolen, alone. The walk into the hill is uncomplicated, along a land rover track and aside from the initial ugly pylons, the climb up on to this Graham, is excellent. The highlight of the trip apart from the fantastic views from the summit, is the lochain at about 500m. It provided a beautiful foreground to Ben Vorlich and would also be a lovely area for a summer wild camp. At one point, I was actually lying on the ice and it felt 'right'. There was nobody else on this hill except me, which is a shame as it offers a lot. Even with a relaxing meander, the walk only took me 4 hours. Views to Beinn Bhuidhe, Meall an Fhudair, the Crianlarich hills, the Paps of Jura and of course, Beinn Chabhair across Loch Lomond mean that the summit is an excellent place to while away some time. A gem, only 1 hour from Glasgow.

Cairnsmore of Fleet - a game of two halves

I had long been itching to do this Graham, the most Southernly and one which had a significant memorial stone at the top. More than 20 airmen have died on this hill since the 1940s and each and every one is accounted for. I parked near the A75 and began the gentle stroll through the farmland, stopping to chat to a bloke who appreciated my not parking behind his house - again, the guide book says to do this. Perhaps it needs updating. I found the walk through the forest quite depressing as there is little to see and the track was a muddy bog. I took my first bacon sandwich just as I emerged from the forest at about 400m. From here, I could see the sun splitting the skies over the South but to the North, Cairnsmore of Fleet was shrouded in cloud. Typical.

The path was excellent from here and zig-zagged up the mountain. Wild goats emerged from the gloom but ran away as soon as they heard the unzipping of my...camera sac. Once I reached the plateau, it was a pleasant amble over to the memorial stone whereupon the sad fate of those airmen was written in history. I was surprised by the lack of snow at 700m but was glad for the large shelter, where I took lunch and pondered life and its whims. I ventured over to the crags on the NE face but with poor visibility, I could not make these out very well. I am sure that this is a nice hill on a summer's day but I found it a a little depressing in such conditions. In saying that, the memorial put everything into context, particularly with the relatively recent loss of Captains' Seagren and Spalding of the United States Air Force on 28th March, 1979.

Timber on Millfore!

On holiday in Dumfries-shire (d'ye ken the Glenkens?) Craig and I set off from the Black Loch car park, which appeared to have become a logging site. This wasn't in the guide book, which admittedly was 10 years old. Anyway, we put signage and common sense behind us and strode manfully around the loch until a 100ft conifer was felled 100m from us. To say the pair of us purged our bowels was an understatement. After running 60 metres in a time that Usain Bolt would have been proud of, we got the 'helloutathir'. An uncomplicated meander up the forest track saw us at a point where we could leave man-made tracks behind and commence the relatively gentle ascent up on to Millfore.

At about 500m, we entered the snow line and the wind from the South battered us until we hid behind the ridge, to the North. It was the first time in a while that Craig had been out so we took plenty of wee stops for tea and sandwiches. This allowed us to catch up on life, risk and business. His camouflage was also excellent as can be evidenced in the photograph. Finally, we emerged on to the ridge proper just past the precariously perched cairn-on-boulder. From here, it was a simple stroll into the fierce wind to the trig point whereupon some Warrior 1 was enacted. A quick descent saw us back at the car in just under 3 hours and a nice start to the holiday.  Just take heed of the signage.

Beinn Suidhe - big consolation in isolation

I knew that I was being over-optimistic when I hatched a plan to tackle Beinn nan Aighenan from Loch Tulla but I also knew that if time was short, or conditions were inclement, that I could check out Beinn Suidhe. As it was, I never got to the car park until 0900 so I figured it was going to be a no-no. As I walked into Glen Kinglas, I wasn't too worried since the views ahead were magnificent. I relaxed into the walk and really relished this occasion. Having taken ownership of a bulldogue francaise, she has been quite a bind. Plus, her short stature presently doesn't allow for hill terrain. That will be tested on Conic Hill soon enough though....hehe. The walk past the turn-off for Clashgour feels remote and the impressive crags of Beinn Suidhe soon come to the fore. Not a hill to be tackled direttisima. As I approached Loch Dochard, Meall nan Eun looked magnificent. As did the sweeping peak of Albannaich. It looked cold up there. I had a cup of cha and some ricky pig crisps - fit fine. The climb up on to Beinn Suidhe itself was pleasant until I emerged on to the ridge proper. An icy blast from the North soon refrigerated exposed flesh and I was grateful for my layers and snazzy new Buff - rebuffed by the dog in actual fact. Ungrateful hound. The views from this smaller hill are quite something. Loch Dochard appeared very frozen and the weather closed on in over the larger hills. For once, happy to be on smaller ground. A relatively untechnical down climb from the shorter peak at 636 saw me at a deer fence but the route back to the car was uncomplicated and serene. A moment with a stag beside the river and just below Stob Ghabhar was exquisite. A fantastic day out with a big consolation.