Well last Wednesday early evening I found myself pulling into the car park if the Clachaig Inn. The warm pub lights marked the end of a 10h drive to Glen Coe. I made my way in to find a mildly disgruntled Lizzy waiting for me. We got down to the business of the evening, planning a mountain day for the morning. Lizzy soon mellowed and we had a pleasant evening enjoying the hospitality of that famous climbing Inn. The plan for the morning wa a Sgorr Dhonuill, the other Munro on the Balachulish horseshoe.
We woke early. Painfully early. It was cold. Forthunately it being cold ment that I could justify not getting out of bed till the kettle had boiled, the hob acts as a heater.
Anyway that's by the by. We drove round to south Balachulish and set off up the path towards the distant Munro. I must confess that the long drive and a broken nights sleep left me feeling very rough. I didn't enjoy the walk up the mountain and Lizzy was going at a fair pace.
We stuck our heads over the bealach and were hit by a tremendous wind. We made our way to the summit and spent some time admiring the view. Then we left the summit heading east, to find a way down and back to the van.
The walk down was much better than the slog up. I started enjoying myself. We had an interesting time picking our way down a very loose scree filled gully and were back at the vehicle by 1:45pm. Plenty of time to find coffee in Fort William. Thanks Lizzy for a fun day out. Sorry about the lack of photos guys.
