These two fine Munros in the Fannichs made a superb winter outing on Saturday. Peter and I had seen the ridge leading up Sgurr nan Clach Geala on a previous outing in these hills with Meg a few years back, and it looked dramatic enough in summer.
With its winter coat on, it looked even more adventurous, when we eventually got a view of it. The cloud cover meant there wasn’t much to see from the tops, but it did briefly clear as we got onto the narrow ridge.
“Where’s the rope?” Peter quipped as he caught up with me, waiting on the ridge with my crampons on. I admit to being a bit nervous looking at the gaping drop down into Coire Mor below some mighty crags, and the steep slopes sliding away on the other side.
But once we were on our way I just got a rush of adrenaline and thoroughly enjoyed following the ridge line through the crags and we came upon the summit sooner than expected.
From here we just had to be careful near the edges and we descended to the bealach then up Sgurr nan Each, returning the the bealach for a soggy descent to the Right of Way back to Loch a’ Bhroin near the start of our walk.
Wow. Who cares about sunny. That looks amazing. I’m on my way back…