The actual route, and what happened

The Cairngorms, and the last of the 4000 footers

Monday 25th

We crossed the river and continued south on the track to Beanaidh Bheag, then by Coire Ruadh to scramble onto Braeriach.

Mike at top of Braeriach
Top of Braeriach                                                                  photo © Mike Daniels

This made it all worthwhile, a wonderful clear day, blue sky and the coldest, clearest fresh tasting water shooting up out of the snow (the start of the Dee). Then on to Einich Cairn, the Angel's Peak, Cairn Toul and the Devil's Point. Then a scramble down the snow filled Coire Odhar to Corrour bothy. This was a cold, airless place, and occupied, so we again camped outside.

Iain at top of Cairn Toul
Iain at top of Cairn Toul                                                      photo © Mike Daniels
Tuesday 26th

Up at 5am to be away by 6 for another long, hard day. We crossed the Dee and headed north up the Lairig Ghru. The Allt Clach nan Taillear was snow filled, so we followed the burn on the left of it, and using our ice axes and prayers we scrambled to the top of Ben Macdui - Exhilarating!

Both of us at top of Ben Macdui
Top of Ben Macdui                                                            photo © Mike Daniels

Then around the plateau, avoiding the snow filled lochans by Coire an Sneachda (where we saw children jumping on the overhanging snow). We warned their parents, but were told to buzz off (not pleasantly). We then reached the top of Cairngorm.

Mike at top of Cairngorm
Me at top of Cairngorm                                                        photo © Mike Daniels
Iain at top of Cairngorm
Iain at top of Cairngorm                                                  photo © Mike Daniels

I turned to Iain and said, "We've done it - all we have to do now is reach Montrose".

We both felt a bit sad that the big adventure seemed over. Then a woman in mules walked up to Iain and said, "Have you just come up the chair lift - I have".

I have never seen Iain so angry. After muttering something about 'the bloody chair lift' I thought he was going to hit her. I calmed him down by saying I thought we ought to be moving on...

We scrambled and slid down Cairngorm (the snow was still lying on this slope) to Loch Avon, intending to cross the Fords of Avon and on to Derry Lodge, but the Avon was in spate, and deep. We realised that we were in trouble again, with a big detour down to Ballater. We carried on along the Avon to the bothy near there, where we crossed the Avon, then south-east to pick up the track by Lochbuilg Lodge, then on to Ballater campsite, just in time for a pub meal.

A horrendous, long day, but we desperately wanted to finish on Thursday.

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