The 3 middle Fannichs

Climbed by year and month

Climbed by year and month

Another walk with Anna and Liz. Meall a' Chrasgaidh, Sgurr nan Clach Geala, Sgurr nan Each are the 3 middle Fannich munros. They are mainly grassy, with the lower slopes steep and boggy. Whilst the walk in is short, the return journey is a long rough walk back. The names mean: the rounded hill of the crossing?, the peak of the white stones, and the peak of the horses respectively.

We followed the estate track down towards Loch a' Bhraoin and then veered off on the relatively new walker's path to cross the footbridge over the outflow. Shortly after the bridge we left the track and branched out across the bog. It was kind of a track, only more bog, with a side order of boginess. The bridge over the Allt Braebaig didn't inspire confidence so resolved to think 'light' thoughts, and survived.

I suppose a steep start does mean you gain height quickly, and height means views. Even as we climbed the ground was still soft in places. Eventually the slope eased and the ground increasingly dotted with rocks.

Meall a' Chrasgaidh was topped by a small cairn and a nearby windshelter. The ridge climb to the summit of Sgurr nan Clach Geala looked interesting.

We dropped down to the col and up the other side. The ridge didn't disappoint. Slightly airy, relatively sharp with precipitous crags to the left and steep grass to the right, it wasn't the place for a stumble. Luckily I climb faster than Liz I'd be grateful for this fact later on.

Despite leg muscles complaining due to not having down much in the past couple of weeks I made good progress, and a rather damaged trig point came into view. The summit cairn was not far away.

After a wee break it was down to another col and up to Sgurr nan Each. This is on a fine grassy ridge.

Getting back was in another league. It was a very long walk back down the ridge to Cadha na Guite again, and down to the top of the pass between Loch a' Bhraoin (Ullapool) and Loch Fannich. Then down the Allt Breabaig to return to the cars.

Whilst it was a good day. I discovered one of my walking companions kept kicking the back of my heels, or poking me with a walking pole. Needless to say I will not be walking with her again. She's just too dangerous.