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Beinn a' Chroin

(Written by Stuart)

We headed west from the car park, past the small cluster of farm buildings and passing the southern slopes of Beinn Tulaichean, a mountain I first climbed almost twenty years ago, before reaching the beginning of the ascent.

Within minutes we stopped. It was a hot day and the rock pools were just too tempting to ignore and a cooling dip refreshed us for the climb ahead.

As we ascended the south eastern slopes of the mountain we quickly gained height despite the absence of a path and we soon reached the rocky outcrops we had to navigate through. We stopped for a few minutes to relax and enjoy the soft grass we had climbed up before the mountain, as is typical for this area, underwent the transition to a much rockier terrain

We continued on, picking our way through the rocky outcrops up to a small col where we began an ascending traverse on the south slope that quickly brought us to the summit. It was late in the day, the sun was getting low and we had some beautiful light.

As I photographed Karla I was amazed by the beauty and warmth of the light that smothered the mountains with a golden red hue, filtered and tempered by the gathering clouds.

What a spot! To the east of us stood the craggy Cruach Ardrain with the twin peaks of Ben More and Stob Binnein beyond. Beinn Dorain and the Bridge of Orchy Corbetts sat in shadow to the north. The outcrops of rock that surrounded us were layered and twisted, a testament to ancient mountain building forces, laid bare by eons of erosion.

It was a magnificent time and place to be. There are times when all you can do is jump with joy and the magnificence of the beauty around you.

There is one obvious logical consequence to a glorious golden sunset atop a mountain, and that's either a night's camping or a descent in the dark if you don't move quickly. We moved quickly, descending directly south from the col to the west and down towards the track in the glen, covering the decent in a little over an hour. With a bulldozed track underfoot it was an easy walk out, bringing us back to the car as the final light of the day faded into night.


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