After our success on the Wee Buachaille. We decided on a trip from the Glencoe Ski Centre to Meall a' Bhuiridh then along the ridge to Creise. To get an earlier start on the mountain we decided to drive round and sleep up before hand.
The view we woke to was simply stunning.
The view we woke to was simply stunning.
The BBV parked up in one of the most iconic places in Scotland.
We made our way to the Ski centre then got the chairlift to the ski slopes. Now some people might class this as cheating, but I see it as taking advantage of the infrastructure and putting money back into the local community. We got off at the ski slopes and from here things took a turn for the worse.
The smell of bacon drifting from one of the Cafes was tantalising as we made our way carefully through the ski centre to the North edge of the mountain. From here we made our way steadily up the slopes.
So far so good, but at this point the wind whipped up. It was breathtakingly strong. Literally strong enough to take the breath from your mouth. If you have never experienced this they you are missing out. Its quite staggering.
With the wind came the clouds. They blew in thick and fast as we struggled up the hill with the wind buffeting us from the side. The further up we went the worse the snow became and the less visibility there was.
Eventually we were forced to cut back on the the ski slopes and the ski toe. This was out of operation due to the huge quantity of snow. We could touch the top of the pylons.
At this point I decided that it was time to head home. The wind was relentless and the visibility seriously reduced. We could have followed the ski toe to the summit but what would be the point in that? Besides we were in a gully and had awful snow conditions. Better simply not to be there.
We went back. Later when safely having tea in the van we decided to go geocaching to fill the afternoon.
The smell of bacon drifting from one of the Cafes was tantalising as we made our way carefully through the ski centre to the North edge of the mountain. From here we made our way steadily up the slopes.
So far so good, but at this point the wind whipped up. It was breathtakingly strong. Literally strong enough to take the breath from your mouth. If you have never experienced this they you are missing out. Its quite staggering.
With the wind came the clouds. They blew in thick and fast as we struggled up the hill with the wind buffeting us from the side. The further up we went the worse the snow became and the less visibility there was.
Eventually we were forced to cut back on the the ski slopes and the ski toe. This was out of operation due to the huge quantity of snow. We could touch the top of the pylons.
At this point I decided that it was time to head home. The wind was relentless and the visibility seriously reduced. We could have followed the ski toe to the summit but what would be the point in that? Besides we were in a gully and had awful snow conditions. Better simply not to be there.
We went back. Later when safely having tea in the van we decided to go geocaching to fill the afternoon.
