There are 283 munros – or peaks over 3,000 feet – in Scotland and I hadn’t been up a single one. It was high time to change that. That, and the fact that Simon was climbing in the Cullins again, was a siren song for spending time in the mountains.
Alas, we have been slaves to the workweek around here. But bang off the clock on Friday and we were out the door driving north. 3 hours to Perth, Scotland, where we crashed with friends for the night following a generous pasta feed. A nice bit of conversation in the morning and then another sweet three+ hour drive crossing the Scottish highlands from east to west, the mountains rising with every passing mile.
But we weren’t headed for the highlands, we were heading for the Isle of Skye. With the Hebrides finally in sight off the coast, there was time for one quick pit-stop for last minute supplies (namely a brick of that ever-delicious Scottish cheddar) and then it was over the bridge to Skye. Straight(ish) across the island to its west coast and to the Glen Brittle campsite. But we were not camping there; we grabbed our bags out the back of the trusty 205 and hit the trail in the afternoon light, heading straight into the teeth of the jagged Cullin range. After the current stint in England, I was loving the look of those chiseled peaks.
We made for a high lake or tarn, Loch Coir’ a’ Ghrunnda, where we’d set rough plans to meet up with Susie’s brother Simon and two of his mates who were targeting a multi-day traverse of the ridge including all its major peaks. The plan was to meet them at the tarn this evening after they’d summited the first and most southernly of the ridge’s peaks. It had been a beautiful day, but as we turned into the rugged valley a sideways rain crept in after us, slowly soaking everything and laying down a thick mist.
Making it up to the tarn, we pitched the tent and then went about looking for the guys. We eventually found their packs nearby on the shore of the tarn, and moments later they stumbled back down off the ridge, their mini-mission number one accomplished. After a quick check-in, it was back off to the tent for a delicious dinner (Beanfeast) and some sleep, with big plans to bag a peak or two in the morning while the intrepid trio continued on along the ridge heading for the more technical stuff in the heart of the Cullin Range.