Beinn Eighe's Triple Buttresses.
Like most people, I whispered a quiet "wow" the first ever time I saw the Triple Buttresses of Beinn Eighe. I'd nearly been knocked straight off the (quite narrow) Broad Terrace by a panicked red deer, and rapidly fell in love with the place as I soloed the superb East Buttress.
I have very fond memories of that day, but the light had been that dull kind that you get on warm and muggy days in July, and I remember imagining just how fine it would be under a crisp winter sun. The wind had battered me as I topped out from Deep South Gully on Wednesday. Would the much-anticipated day of high pressure actually arrive on Thursday? I wasn't holding my breath. I think I'd probably had a lifetime's worth of blue sky days during the previous 4 winters.
Views to the Lochcarron hills at dusk the day before.
First light on Slioch, viewed from just below Sail Mhor.
The view North at dawn from below Coire Mhic Fhearchair.
banked out enough to ski did make me wonder.
Climbing up past and through wreckage of a Lancaster bomber wedged in Fuselage Gully.
Mullach an Rathain, one of (the?) most beautiful mountains in Scotland.
Sail Mhor. The bottom part of White's Gully seen on the left.
The easy entrance to White's Gully.
A flick back through my photos of Sail Mhor seemed to show a traverse right was possible, that should bring me to join the crest of Ling, Lawson and Glover's Route. Solo traversing isn't my favourite part of any climbing day, and there's certainly added pressure when you're going into unknown ground. But ample neve and frozen turf made it a quick job, and after nosing around a bit I was on the crest of the buttress and soon on the summit.
Sail Mhor's summit is an inspiring place to be, the panorama over Torridon is world-class.There's probably more adventure in that view than you could fit into a lifetime.
I'll be back at the next opportunity.