Night navigation course

Just back from the course, it is night, I feel knackered, but glad to have learned a lot today. We started having satisfaction in finding out location at the Ballater car park (good effort guys!) but then the drill became more and more interesting.
Thanks to the clear and patient explanations of Derek we manage then to play finding the way in the dark. I think that everybody who participated to the course today feels more secure in approaching the mountains.

Judith and Mark working on the map

MODERATOR’S LETTER by Luigi Spezia (From the upcoming AMC Handbook 2017)

I have got this story from a friend who went to USA for his PhD in psychology. He was based in Santa Cruz, California, where there is a big surfing community.  He was a climber and did not know anything about surfing, but he was fascinated by this group of people and wanted to get in touch with them.  Thus, he started going to the places where they were used to meet up; then he approached them and began listening to their chats. He also wanted to be part of the conversation and so, once, asked an easy question just to break the ice: “Who do you think is the strongest surfer of the world?”.  The oldest guy of the group, an old, tanned, long white haired, wrinkled surfer answered his question without turning his head, and with a low voice, slowly said: “The strongest surfer is he who enjoys surfing most”.

I like this answer.  If this is the meaning of strength, I want to be the strongest climber in the world: enjoy what I do, and always get pleasure and satisfaction from my climbing.  Just climbing without any frustration or anxiety for the result: for the fun of it, without the stress of the grades.  On the other hand, this does not stop me wishing to improve and push myself, always enjoying it (unfortunately this did not always happen to me!): improving not to be best, but to be better and better, but “just” the strongest, following the words of the old wise surfer. When climbing, I would like to be able to do all things seriously, but without taking myself seriously: it is just climbing, for myself, for my pleasure, without any need of acknowledgements from the others.

To have fun being outdoors with your friends is important, and in the AMC I found a bunch of people with whom I can have fun, not only when I spend my time outdoors with them, but also when we train together or go out socially.



I wish you all a chance to be the strongest walker, climber, mountaineer, hill runner, skier of the year.


Luigi

Best in the West

On Friday evening the Bothy Babes, The Bothy Chef and the Victim (aka Linda, Scuz, Ed and Mark) headed west to the end of Loch Arkaig and following a 2 hour moonlit walk over the luckily frozen pass arrived at Kinbreak bothy at midnight. (The Bothy Babes lived up to their reputation and carried in the coal).  We had a the place to ourselves and celebrated with a bottle of wine.

                                                                  A Bothy Babe outside Kinbreak Bothy


On Saturday we headed off on a Corbett bagging walk around the tops at the head of the Glen Kingie. With the ground frozen and snow levels at about 600m quick progress was made to the tops and some great ridge walking was had despite the wind levels being higher than hoped, and so it was pretty cold.

Skating Pond near summit of Sgurr Cos na Breachd laoigh

After the Corbett was bagged, Linda decided that the plan for the day wasn't long enough for an Ultra runner in training so went off west to bag Sgurr nan Coireachan.  The rest of us just completed the expected horseshoe over the Munro of Sgurr Mor before heading down in gale force winds to the bothy just before dark.  Along the way back we encountered a badger trotting along the track before noticing us about 5metres away!

The peak of Sgurr na Ciche sticking out from the skyline

Ed and Scuz enjoying the view from An Eag with Sgurr Mor in the background

                                                             View into Knoydart

Back at the bothy the Chef went to work on the 5 course dinner, washing it down with wine and whisky.

Dinning arrangements at Kinbrek in front of the fire

Sleeping arrangements

Sunday dawned bright and sunny and much to Scuzzer's delight the Corbett of the day -Sgurr Mhurlagain, started with a steep 400 grassy slope directed behind the bothy (not everyone was as excited!!).

View of Gairich across Glen Kingie

Blue Sky walking

The team relax in the sunshine on the summit of Sgurr Mhurlagain

A longer day than expected but all the better for it.

Last Saturday a small group of AMC "oldies" and myself walked Clachnaben in glorious s

unshine. 

 1st lunch at the base of the Clachnaben climbing routes, where we decided to continue on to Char Bothy. The day was crisp but the sun was out, there was some very strong winds at the top but they did not bother us much as soon as we dropped down a bit.

Charr Bothy gave us a chance for 2nd lunch and somewhere to sit and rest before returning to the car park.

Clachnaben in the background, as you can see we had some snow lying but we only passed through a few drifts that went past our ankles.

Weekend Walk 27th November.
Why's all the snow gone?! A jolly bunch from the AMC (Holly, Mark, Judith, Juliet, Stu, Morna, Jill, Greg, Jess and Melba) ventured out with crampons and ice axes to do An Socach in Glen Shee. There had been snow and ice the week before, but due to warm weather it had mostly gone, much to our dismay. It was pretty chilly and large patches of ice needed to be avoided on the way up. There were still a few patches of snow to test out new winter boots in though, and the extra weight to carry helped us earn our coffee and cake at the end!

My two favorite walking companions were however undeterred and managed to chase many small edible animals across the grass. It turned out to be a lovely day, with plenty of time for coffee and cake afterwards in the Bothy in Braemar. Someone also purchased a new axe from the shop!

The Goat's Last Munro (round 2): West Quioch

The weather in the East (Raeburn Hut meet) looked a bit dreich as we (The Goat & Scuz) climbed the zig-zag stalkers path up the East ridge.

The subsequent ridge walk gave great views to the South and West.

By early afternoon, we were on the summit. We lingered an hour or so, wrapped up in out duvet jackets, admiring the view while the Goat celebrated his second round of Munros with a beer from his tankard and a chocolate bun... although we could neither name the hill we were on nor its height!! (It turned out to be Sgurr a Mhaoraich at 1027m).

We had a leisurely descent to a high camp overlooking Loch Hourn.

Sunday was morning glory, staying high to Buidhe Bheinn further West.

             

                        

Someone was pleased to bag another Corbett.

More great views over Knoydart:

The Autumn colours were stunning as we walked back to the car through the valley.

Meters Climbed Award

The summer season has finished and with it the Meters Climber Award. 
It is a competition among the AMC climbers to record all the meters climbed in the summer outdoors, sport or trad, worldwide, leading but also top rope. 

Here the scores:
1st Bob 2088m
2nd Razzak 1538m
3rd Evan 538m
Then all the others.

I am glad to mention two walkers for climbing just less than Evan's meters. Well done Scuz and Ed!

A special pat on the shoulder for Razzak since his score are the lead climbing meters only: he forgot to record the top rope ones. Finally, he has the greatest number of meters of lead climbing recorded in the summer season in the club.

For the next session, if you have any doubt about the metres you climb in one route or one pitch, just borrow Bob's prize: the 100m measuring tape is thought exactly for this!!

Congratulations to the winners!

Keep climbing.