I have been trying to get this ridge route done for three years.  We have had about 4 attempts on it, each failing due to bad weather or maybe too much fun in the Clachaig pub at the bottom of it the night before?!?!?  For what ever the reason, it has eluded us for a few years.  With a decent forecast and Matt and Emma keen, we drove over to the west coast straight after work on friday night arriving in the car park and setting off at 9pm.

Above is M&E arriving at around 10pm at the top of Am Badoch where the ridge starts, we decided it would be a sensible place to camp from midges and also get a head start on the ridge as it has a reputation to be a traffic jam in places. It was a fantastic idea, we got tents set up and generally just soaked in the views – stunning

I awoke at 5am to the sun rising – something satisfying seeing the sunrise, it never gets boring and brings out the hippy in me!  (and i hate hippies!), below is what i opened my tent to see.

Watched it rise for about 20 minutes then sleep got the better of me and i slipped back into a state of slumber until Matt and Emma’s rustling woke me an hour later.  We got up, packed and fed pronto and got going along the ridge by 7am.

the ridge was fantastic, with some wide bits and some rather concentrating bits where you really wouldn’t want to fall

the ridge has a bit of reputation of being really scary but non of us found it so, it was the right level to concentrate you at bits but never were you scared witless crying for mummy and leaving a warm pool of liquid on the floor in between your legs.

Due to our early start we didn’t meet a tom, dick or harry on the ridge and were in lovely solitude to take it all in and have great fun.  After a few hours of scrambling the ridge eases to the last wider ridge to the end where from it is a long boring walk back down to sea level and Glencoe village.  Below – Matt looking back down to the end.

After an hour of turning our legs into  jelly down hill walking,we got to the bottom, about 7km from the car.  None of us were feeling the love of the horrible walk to get the car back, so decided that hick hiking was the way forward.  We had a quick chat about who is most likely to get picked up.   Me – no chance, sweating heavily and wearing a crap head band.  Matt, well, not impossible.  Emma, female.  So, off she set with her thumb out.  About 30 minutes later she returned with a car and a smile in her triumphant glory of getting picked up so easily!  Well done emma you were our hero!

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