Munro Adventure 2015 – Day 87 Fisherfield – Sgurr Ban, Mullach Coire Mhic Fearchair, Beinn Tarsuinn, A” Mhaighdean – Ruadh Stac Mor.

MUNRO ADVENTURE 2015
DAY 87 ( 26th JULY )
FISHERFIELD.

An Teallach and Fisherfield Munros

An Teallach and Fisherfield Munros

Sgurr Ban –    ‘white peak ‘(989m, Munro 157)
Mullach Coire Mhic Fhearchair –  ‘summit of the corrie of Farquhar’s son’ (1018m, M115)
Beinn Tarsuinn  –   ‘The Transverse Hill”’ (937m, Munro 239)
A” Mhaighdean – ‘ The Maiden( 967m, Munro 188)

Ruadh Stac Mor  – “Big Red Peak (919m, Munro 273)

 

 

Sgurr Ban Fisherfield

Sgurr Ban Fisherfield

Up at 6am this morning, had a look outside and was pleased to see blue skies with just a bit of light early morning cloud on the tops, had breakfast and was on my way at 6.45am . The first obstacle is to cross the river which was not to bad today but still knee deep on places the second one is a one mile tramp across the bog third another river to wade to reach Larachantivore a private bothy. I was going to do a clockwise route today and going to omit Beinn a’Chlaidheimh the deleted Munro as the day was going to be big (989m, Munro 157) enough without it, I’ve been over it 4 times before anyway so no real need. I took the path up the Gleann na Muices as far as the stream coming down from Loch a’ Bhrisidh and followed it up to loch itself then a steep ascent on the white rock to Sgurr Ban which cleared just as I arrived as were all the other summits by now. The route is quite obvious in clear weather as I have had every time I’ve done it , Mullach Coire a’ Fhearchair has just a tiny cairn on its small summit reached after a very steep climb.

Beinn Tarsuinn

Beinn Tarsuinn

Beinn Tarsuinn is reached on a path which traverses below the summit of Meall Garbh and up grassy slopes to the top. It’s a big drop to the wide bealach to get to A’ Mhaighdean but once there is one of the best viewpoints around with the lochs the sea and surrounding mountains and as remote as you could get. Ruadh Stac Beag is just a jumble of red rock reached by weaving a way up through the crags and the big blocks. Final summit done but now it’s a long way back but once on the right of way path I was soon back at the river and the same scenario to get back to the bothy. Picked up my big rucksack I had left there and headed up on the path which still has a 350m climb to its highest point and 5 miles to get back to the van. These hills and the bothy make this place a very special place to be and from last night till I reached the van this afternoon I never saw one person, job done in beautiful surroundings. Final comment for today is how I enjoyed HEAVY’S poem about the journey to Shenavall pinned on the wall for all to read

Shenevall Penny and Graeme

Shenevall Penny and Graeme

Today’s totals; 22.96 mls, 2335m ascent, 9hrs 5min
260 Munros to date.

What a great few days thanks for sharing, glad you enjoyed the poem.

The journey to Sheneval.

Cars fly by as you cross the road, to another world, then silence, the traitor’s gate.

The track wynds through the trees, the river breaks the silence,

The glaciated slabs hide the cliffs, then: Views of An Teallach open at every turn.

Midges and clegs abound here but not today, too cold, its winter.

Cross the river, is that bridge in the wrong place? Muddy and wet, back on track,

Steep hill, upwards towards the top, the wee cairn, stop, no rush, drink it all in.

An Teallach. Snow plastered, familiar, foreboding.

Open moor, contour round and round, special views,

Every corrie on that great hill has a particular thought.

Memories?

Fisherfield, these great hills, the light changing, to the West

Youthful  memories of companions, some now gone.

Memories of great days and lost pals. Mark Sinclair RIP.

“Memories of great days and lost pals.” Mark Sinclair RIP. At Sheneval with Ray Shafren – Phoyto Ray Shafren in photo!

Epic Days trying to impress? Pushing it and nearly losing it.

Descent to Shenevall, steep, slippy and wet,

 

Eroded now by so many feet.Collect some wood.

The bothy, the deer, they are still there;

Sheneval. It never changes, only the seasons.

Fire on, primeval. Tea in hand, alone with thoughts,

The Deer rattle the door, time for sleep.

Memories ­­

Thanks to the MBA!

 

Heavy Feb 2013 For Yvette

 

About heavywhalley.MBE

Lecturer and Mountain Rescue Specialist
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