Log 13 Feb 2016

GARBH BHEINN, KINLOCHLEVEN - 13 February 2016
    
A cold Easterly air stream occupied the Central Highlands over this weekend, setting the mountains into superb winter condition.
A 07:00 start in the car park saw only Iain W, Fraser and Allan present.
Fraser and Allan decided on a low level exploration and walk of the woods and environs of Glencoe Village.   Coincidentally, the Massacre of Glencoe was being commemorated this weekend resulting in considerable kilted activity in and around the village.
 
I dropped Allan and Fraser off on the southern side of Loch Leven and proceeded to the camp-site at Caolasnacon where there is sufficient parking for a number of cars.
Ascent was by the guide book route, namely the West Ridge.   The lower half of the route is indeed very boggy but was frozen enough to eliminate the worst of the mud. Weather conditions were bitterly cold with a boisterous wind coming directly from the east.   
On reaching the halfway point of the ridge the wind became a serious handicap and I considered "bailing off" as it was difficult to stand or lean into the wind in these conditions.
 
After much of the "two forward, one back" type of pace, I arrived on the summit to incredible views.   There are few mountains with such a summit panorama.  Spindrift plumes were evident all along the Aonach Eagach and Ben Nevis and the Mamores were resplendent in snow. I proceeded with care on the descent as the ground was rather treacherous, with dry powder snow on frozen scree and turf.
 
At 14:50 I met up with Allan and Fraser at The Clachaig Inn where we celebrated our respective days.
Report by Iain Wilson
 
We were set down on the roadside between Glencoe village and Kinlochleven at the start of a well made forestry road, not marked on our maps, which twisted its way well uphill, until it gave a long view down onto Glencoe village.  Thence we discovered a series of unmarked and unsignposted paths leading steeply downhill into the landscaped grounds created by the laird in the nineteenth century to make his Canadian wife feel less homesick. Two waymarked paths gave an hour each of stunning views, and when we got back to the village we saw the kilted procession making their way from the church to the monument, the leader walking barefoot, and the berobed Episcopalian priest taking up the rear.   Museum and church were open for the occasion. 
A segregated pedestrian path took us off the minor road up to the Clachaig.   Four hours of interesting walking in spectacular winter conditions.
Report by Fraser Gold