As is fast becoming traditional I have delayed posting until I received a hurry up message from Scott. Oh, and then I added on a few days.
My new obsession with fell running resulted in me bringing up no walking boots and no non-jean, non-waterproof trousers. So, whatever exciting plans others came up with, I was committed to running the whole day, if only to keep warm! My only previous hill running experience consisted of a race in the Pentlands and some gentle jogging in the Luss hills. Hence, I was somewhat nervous about whether I'd be up to running munros and contradictorily stayed up drinking with everyone until 3.
Good start.
I still don't have a nice, shiny, new, lightweight camera, and so the few photos I took were crummy-ish ones on my phone. Anyhoos, after Scott politely told me to shove off and quit hanging around nervously I ran off from Craig up to the Bealach Crudhain, and promptly bagged my first wire bridge. Oh yes. That was all pleasant running on track, although as usual I managed to veer off course into some bogs. Nae matter. The more bogs, the less mocking I get for having new shoes. The whole of this part of the run was fantastic, particularly the mist still in the glen:
The ridge up Sgurr Choinnich was steep enough that I mostly walked it, whilst enjoying views like this of Loch Monar:
And at that point I grew too lazy to take further pictures
Anyway, I carried on over Sgurr a Chaorachain and on to Maoile Lunndaidh, making sure to have a pork pie and some haribo on each summit. I had a nice wee rest on top of this whilst pondering what to do. I'd had a sneaky ambition that morning to cross over to the north side of the glen and bag a further munro and a corbett. I hadn't voiced it as that seemed the surest way to guarantee a Fail. It was a little before 1, so it looked like I could have a crack at it and avoid waiting around for Scott back at Craig.
After a rough descent down to the Glen, I started toiling up the track next to Glenuaig Lodge. This was when it all turned into a hard stagger. I made it up to a stream about 150m below the top of Moruisg where I had to stop and recover for a while. I only managed to start running again from the top of Moruisg when I had a nice downslope to get me going. From there I headed on to Sgurr nan Ceannaichean, back down to the glen and back to the bridge over the River Carron near Craig for 5.
4 munros, 1 corbett, 5 pork pies. Oh yes
I had a happy hour waiting for Scott sitting by the river drinking in these views:
A brilliant day was finished off with some very nice tea from the local stalker and then my first deep fried pizza experience on the way home. Good times
