Monday, 2 April 2012
A Knoydart Weekend.Bidein A Chabair.
Pinched this picture from Alex as its better than any I,ve got of me.This is scrambling up the wicked summit ridge of Bidein a Chabair,a surprisingly exposed and remote peak.Must be one of the top 20 best ever Corbetts. Knoydart was proposed as a place to visit for corbett bagging and I was keen as I,ve not been up this way for years.Would it have changed? Would it be busy?Would it be just as hard ?
We left Glasgow at 5 50 am and motored up past Fort Billy to Loch Arkaig where we parked.
Cycling in it was just as I remembered it except for a lot more signage en route and a lot more cars at the foot of the dead end road.
I had two bottles already made up from my house.My vodka and coke bottle filled with the sweet noble Juice of the potato plus a refreshing dash of coke.... and an Identical bottle of coke.Trust me to leave the bothy with the wrong bottle then .A thirsty day ahead in heatwave conditions for poor bobby... or a tragic non thirsty drunken stumble.What to do? I picked thirst and a puddle sucking but clear headed outlook.Sadly every puddle seemed to have copious amounts of frog spawn jelly in it so it was rather soupy slurping for my tastes.Never swallowed a single tadpole though.
I was slightly surprised by how much bare rock lies on this ridge.Both summits in full winter conditions have turned back eager Corbett baggers with only 20 metres to go which must be a bugger if you've came all this way.
The reason is the top photo.Both summits have an easy scramble to reach the final peak.Both are remote and exposed and under snow ,ice or howling winds would be tricky.
Luckily we would not be denied and bagged both.
After an epic walk we returned to the bikes hidden in the forest then cycled back to the bothy in the dark.It seemed a long way.
We had arranged to meet a few other folk here.Our freind Graeme was bringing a car load of three others up and we also had a few strangers in by the time we arrived back.A German guy walking across Scotland,s west coast to Cape Wrath and Two seasoned bothy to bothy explorers from Edinburgh.
A fine night was had around the fire, sipping head smoothing liquid libations and munching assorted nuts then a very fine extra spicy Jamaican ginger cake homemade by Kev.Cracking times.
It was the first long mountain day since being knocked down and I was happy with just one tentitive display of leg bashing up the hills.I felt not too bad though.Stiff and sore but nothing major in the pain department.
I noticed Alex had to walk up even the easy hills on the track back to the car... as did I.
He,s still a highly driven man though........If an old knackered one : o)