Friday night saw me bedded down in the Jacobites MC hut at Inver near Achnasheen. Thanks to various pieces of help from this newsgroup I knew there would be no problems with stalkers so early saturday morning a couple of us headed up to the Bealach Bhearnais via the wire bridge at Pollan Buidhe and then up onto Sgurr Choinnich. The sky was a little grey but the clouds were well above the mountain tops and the views were sublime. Ben Eighe, Liathach, Applecross, Cuillin Ridge, Rum, Sgurr of Eigg, Knoydart etc. The digital camera was certainly kept busy. A pleasant stroll took us along to Sgurr Chaorachain where we met a trio of English guys who were backpacking in the area and were knocked out by the scenery. Then it was a big hight loss as we descended the north ridge and then ploughed our way up onto Maoile Lunndaidh. My partner was flagging by this time but I was determined not to leave that one out on a limb. A quick drop down the NNW ridge and then a long wait at Glenuig Lodge for my pal. Anyone else noticed the gravestones and commemorative stones above and slightly west of the lodge. One brass plaque has a long quotation fron the Koran on it which seemed very esoteric give the location! Its a long walk out from there. MTBs would have been a godsend. Sunday saw me and the same guy heading up the path into Coire Toll nan Bian of Sgurr nan Ceannaichean. As planned Dave was just getting up onto the bealach when I returned from the summit. As he had already 'bagged' it he was perfectly happy with that and we went off together to do Moruisg. A steep descent took as back to the car and the four hour drive home. Best memories of the weekend were undoubtedly the roaring of the stags. What a primitive, exciting, evocative noise.
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Compleating by this time next year? Which is to be the last Munro?
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-- Cheers, Compo
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One of the Fannichs no doubt. The club will be staying at Sail Mhor and we will be able to celebrate in the Dundonell Hotel. Having said that I am in no real hurry. One of the decisions I will have to make is how often will I break away from a club meet which is to someplace where I have done all the Munros, such as Mill cottage and the wonderful Cairngorms and go off on my own to bag some far less interesting hill such as that lump near Invereray. Another Buidhe if I remember rightly. Ideally of course I could do both but 'her indoors' remains to be persuaded!
Best memories of the weekend were undoubtedly the roaring of the stags. What a primitive, exciting, evocative noise.
I think fallow deer sound better. Often scares the [censored] out of people who don't know what it is the first time they hear it.
To me the best were the stags 'on the hunt'. Each time we saw a stag with a few hinds, we also say a few other stags not far away fancying their chances. One large group of hinds had at least 8 stags around the edges, each roaring for them to join them. And then we came along and they all ran, but the stags trying to run after the hinds ...
