Wet n Wild

The weather waits for no man, but no man with psyche waits for the weather.

Now travel restrictions are lifted, its back to the hills for me, but with a slightly different approach than before. Fuel and provisions all bought close to home, with no stops in toilets cafés or whatever. Doing my bit I guess. But aren’t we all?

The weather seems to treat lockdown like a midweek day. Stunning and beautiful weather, until you get some free time, then its back to pissing rain and swollen rivers. An endless amount of time inside  has certainly given me the enthusiasm to look past the weather though, and just get on with enjoying some freedom.

With a dreadful forecast but a pocket full of psyche, myself and Rob found ourselves catching the early ferry across from Inchree to Coran, with the Great Ridge of Garbh Bheinn fastened in our sights. The guidebook suggested that the walk up the glen to the upper corie was one of the wettest approaches in Scotland. Needless to say there was no exaggeration, and our feet were sodden within 100 m of stepping off the road.

Thick cloud and pulses of rain meant the ridge (and its base..) remained elusive for the entire walk up. All we had to go on was a pixeled picture of a topo taken last night on a phone sat on the sofa, which hardly resembled the swirling mess of white and grey which we saw before us. Not to be disheartened, we eventually made it to what looked like the start of the direct route, or at least we convinced ourselves that what we saw before us compared vaguely to the description of the start and the first pitch. With water pouring down the route in vast sheets, taking off trainers to don rock shoes was an unappealing option, so we both initially made-do in trainers. After Rob starting up and securing a belay, I followed up skating and cursing my trusty fell running shoes, whose lugs were clearly no match for the sodden and sloping Lewisian gneiss. I set off up the second pitch only to be barred by a small overlap, which proved too much for me so put in a belay and handed the reins to Rob. That next pitch proved to be quite eventful, with a very wandering line up steep and slippery slabs. A great lead by him. To make up for my misgivings I led the remaining two direct pitches before we gained the main ridge and then moved together to the top, with the odd pitch thrown in on the steeper stuff.

A very wet and boggy Coire an Lubhair, the appraoch to Great Ridge

Looking up through the gloom up towards the Great Ridge. The direct start climbs grooves and slabs in the lower left of the photo

Rob starting up Great Ridge after finishing the Direct Start

The author on a damp second pitch of the Direct Start (credit Rob Steer)

Another weekend. Another shit forecast. After backing off on Direct Route on Great Ridge I was determined to regain some confidence and so (perhaps foolishly..) myself and Jed set out in the monsoon up to Langdale’s Bowfell Buttress. Once again I found myself stood under a crag I could not see the top of through the white and grey gloom of the summer rain. Wind blasted and soaked to the skin, we set off up the first pitch feeling a combination of anticipation and dread. Quite a mixture. The heaviness of the rain deterred both of from adorning rock shoes, so opted to stick with big boots increasing the excitement. After a few thrutchy pitches we found ourselves below the crux wall on the fifth pitch. Whilst no more than 5m high, the wall is plum vertical, hosting a very smooth and wide crack, with plenty of gear but very little in the way of holds. It is this pitch alone that gives the route its grade of HS 4b. In dry weather and rock shoes, it would go without incident but was a serious battle in the deluge we found ourselves in. As such, making it through this crux clean and on-sight in big boots was a bit of victory and I felt redemption from my cowardess on Garbh Bheinn.

The next day Jed and I had a fair forecast for the afternoon so headed up to Sca Fell Pinnacle and opted for Direct from Lord’s Rake to Hopkinson’s Cairn, a magnificent and traditional line which is topped off by a traverse of the outstanding Knife Edge Arete between Low Man and High Man on the pinnacle. Wet weather climbing serves a purpose, but it really doesn’t come close to the joy of sticky rubber and dry rock.   

Jed questing across soaking walls on third pitch of Bowfell Buttress

Jed on easier ground just above the crux wall

Very atmospheric. Indeed, no shortage of atmosphere with all that cloud and rain!  

     

Looking up Sca Fell Pinnacle. Our route climbs the short grove then continues more or less in the centre to the top

Jed making some very delicate moves on Herfords Slab

Jed on the outstandingly exposed knife edge arete between Low Man and High Man on Sca Fell Pinnacle

Lockdown easing feels like dawn breaking. The drought during home confinement was a frustrating time for many, including those who spend their time dreaming of dry rock and crisp moss on cold north facing mountain crags. When a touch of normality started to return, first forays into the mountains were best kept as local and low-key as possible. Our choice of venue, the quiet buttresses of Beinn Dorain, would in any other circumstance be considered an usual choice for summer climbing but not at the minute. Most commonly climbed on in winter, its north east facing aspect and extensive blanket of vegetation and peppering of loose rock make it one of the finest (and closest) options for the cold weather climber from the central belt. In terms of its summer offering, there is just the one route thats listed, the mysterious line of Scorpion (HVS,5a) which climbs a series of slabs and corners up one of the steeper sections of the face.

Getting information on this climb was as constraining as the residual lockdown rules, with a rough description on the UKClimbing log book pages taken from a discontinued SMC guidebook that's been updated, but the crag excluded..   

The pictures below will take up the story from here. For other people mad enough to give it a look, I've also put a more detailed route description and topo at the end of the blog. 

Ben atop the shattered rib on the first pitch

Ben moving up into the corner on the second pitch. Very bold and quite tough moves lay ahead! 

The famous "4c corner" of Sting, the winter line of Scorpian. Unlike the rest of the route, this pitch is well cleaned and very obvious. The corner is relatively simple, apart from the final move to the ledge! Hence the name! 

Start underneath the obvious shattered and leaning rib, just to the right of the winter line of Kick Start

1) 30m, 4b. Gain the shattered rib from below and climb it on the right, or using the large chimney to its top (loose) to step onto the slab above and a sloping ledge. Belays down on the right.

2) 35m, 5a/5b. Climb leftwards around a small steepening onto a slab, which is followed boldly up a shallow corner to easier ground. Continue upwards to a large ledge, to belay below the obvious right facing corner. 

3) 20m, 4b/4c. Climb the corner which hosts a large crack at the back to a large hanging block, step right and climb the continuation of the crack before making an awkward move back right to a large ledge and belay.

4) 40m, 4a. Step up and left to a ledge and climb a slab trending left, before climbing more direct to the top.

Topo showing the line of Scorpian on Beinn Dorain