(Almost) Same Time; (Almost) Same Place; Different World (Almost) Every Time

Guest blog by Iain, who’s been enjoying the wonderful winter conditions in the mountains …

It always surprises me when people aren’t perhaps a little shame-faced about refusing to climb the same hill multiple times.  Seems a pretty clear indication that it was only climbed in the first place to allow it to be ticked off a list.  After all, like crossing a river, it is nigh-on impossible to climb the same hill twice and have the same experience.  Sometimes the experience is so different to the previous visit as to bear no comparison.

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Cairn Toul, Braeriach and Ben Macdui viewed from Carn an t-Sagairt Mor

This year has been a good example of what I mean.  OK, I will admit that the January 1st ascent of Mount Keen is perhaps not one I will remember as having been more than a pleasant day out.  But from then onwards it has been an excellent year full of new experiences, in spite of it involving the same hills I always do at this sort of time of year – and all of them in pretty good weather.  A snowshoe-supported round of the Loch Callater hills was noteworthy for the lack of seeing anyone “on foot” – not even any footprints.  The only other person able to get up there was on skis.  As part of the quest for new experiences I thought I would settle down at the summit of Cairn of Claise and wait for the sunset to develop….wearing two pairs of gloves and a pair of mittens, a headband, a hat, a thick winter jacket, a thick primaloft jacket and a thin down jacket….all with the hoods up.  The sunset was indeed stunning, but I had to head off before it reached its zenith as I was shivering so badly I could no longer operate the camera. DSCN1356 However, the thing that struck me most was the discovery that a mere two or so miles away and only a few hours earlier, a friend was climbing An Socach, just in a base layer and only needing gloves and a jacket on nearing the summit.  Different world indeed.  Even the wearing-on of the afternoon makes the mountain change in ways you might not really expect – I love the way the feel of the snow changes as it hardens up just from a small drop in temperature….though I am not so fond of when it instead softens up after a day of sunshine and, instead of skittering lightly over the surface, you sink in over your knees.

 

Heading back to the same area two weeks later really underlined the way the snow changes, with a round of the Loch Muick hills, starting with Lochnagar.  The ascent Lochnagar from the Loch Muick carpark can indeed feel a bit repetitive (even more so for those laden down with a mass of climbing gear) but even it has been different every time – last year I entered the cloud as soon as I reached the cliffs and only suddenly exited when I moved two metres north of the summit – yes visibility was pretty much zero on the summit but a mere two metres down from it was enough to get into a stunningly sunny day.  This year, all that lovely thick snow had suddenly turned to rock-hard ice.  I lazily put on snowshoes to go up the boulder field, rather than crampons, simply because they were easier to reach.  Thus, I not only looked totally ridiculous clambering up the crowded summit in them, but later suddenly found myself inadvertently skiing down the eastern side of White Mounth, as they completely failed to grip the ice.  Clutzy yes; dangerous, not really. The middle two hills, Carn an-t Sagairt Mor and Cairn Bannoch were just as empty of people as when I had been on them the previous week, but had a completely different feel about them, when covered in ice rather than snow.  The major difference though was that, for no obvious reason, I was absolutely shattered (and will admit that I later had to resort to listening to an audiobook to keep my mind off how curiously tired I felt).  The other difference was how much more light there was.  I had been aiming merely to get back to the pony hut (where the track starts at the bottom of the final climb up Broad Cairn) before it was completely dark.  Instead I was back down at the Loch.  What a difference even just two weeks makes to the length of the day!

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Last weekend, with a rather dismal forecast, I headed up Culardoch and Carn Liath, two easily-accessed Corbetts at the eastern end of the Cairngorms – now surely this would be a generic day out: I would trudge through the forest and up the track, maybe getting the odd view through the mist, maybe finding a light coating of snow, but otherwise it would be unmemorable and probably nothing more than a bit of exercise and an excuse for a lot of junk food.  Well, that is roughly how it seemed until about 600 metres, albeit with a considerable layer of snow on the track, when suddenly I popped out of the cloud and into a blue and white wonderland, with breath-taking views across the layer of cloud to Lochnagar. Photo0005Even with snowshoes on, the ascent of Culardoch was hard work. Sitting on top of Carn Liath watching the sunset just in a light softshell, noting that there was absolutely no breeze or sound, I could see through to Cairn of Claise and was reminded of how perishingly-cold it had been there just a few weeks previously.

 OK, let’s not get too carried away: there are some days out that do feel pretty generic and non-descript, and disappear from memory rather quickly.  There are of course those that you remember because of how truly awful they were (Jasmin will remember all too well my “just follow the effing fence posts!” outburst in Glen Lyon – there are so many hours of torrential rain-meets painstaking micro-navigation before some tempers fray and you just want to get down by the quickest and easiest method).  I can even remember days because of how crushingly boring they were – an ascent in the Mamores with zero visibility and zero breeze was like being in a sensory deprivation chamber all day.  Amongst the strongest memories, as they are perhaps the ones in which the biggest shift in how you were feeling occurred, are those in which you suddenly pop out above the clouds.  A few years ago we did Glas Tulaichean on a day so dismal I would genuinely rather have been shopping or flicking through the channels on the TV….it simply sucked the life out of you.  Cold and spitting rain, poor visibility, a path covered in yucky slushy snow and streams in spate.  What on earth was the point in being out – especially as everyone else had decided not to bother?  Well, about 50 metres short of the summit, we popped out of the cloud.  Everywhere else in Scotland, as far as we could see, was under the cloud and no other hills were visible. 

OK, so that was the definitive ascent of Glas Tulaichean and every other visit would be kinda underwhelming? ….well actually the next year we approached it up the Cateran Trail via the intriguing Beinn Earb (always noted on the map, as it really stands out but….it isn’t on any list so why bother?).  This gave a superb springy high-level walk, always around the 700 – 800 metre level.  At this sort of level, one would normal anticipate a dispiriting bog! Instead it was a splendidly unexpected find. Even better was the sight of a line of over 100 deer all gracefully jumping (or very much less gracefully tripping over for some) the same high fence right in front of us. OK, so maybe Glas Tulaichean itself wasn’t exactly memorable once we, many, many hours later, finally got to the summit.

 So, in the same way as there is bad weather (not just bad clothing – 100 mph winds = bad weather!!!) there are doubtless also boring hills (and not just boring people) and really boring days out – but there are far fewer unmemorable days out than you might expect, even if you do the same hills over and over again each year.slide6

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