So up early on Saturday and drove to the bridge of Invercauld where we met Scott, Helen, Alan and Pete. The aim of the Day was Culardoch. A hill north of braemar, one we had not been to before.
It was a long gradual ski up through the forest on gradual paths that finally threw us out onto the big open area from where we could at least see what we where aiming for
The sun came out and it turned into a lovely climb to the top.
Once at the top we sat and admired the view, it was up there with some of the best I have had of this bonnie place. From here on the left Beinn A’Bhuird can be seen and the start of Garbh Choire
We all threw some food down out necks, changed our skis into the downhill modes and went for it.
It was brilliant fun, the snow was in great condition, it had consolidated enough for us not to break through to the heather and all sorts of woops and shouts were heard going on as we skied down the hill.
From the bottom we had a short skin up to the start of the forest and a great gentle ski down through it to the cars. A fairly long day for this time of year and the sun was setting just as we got drove off. Lara did her normal trick after skiing all day in the car – fell asleep. So I amused my self singing loudly all the way home.
Sunday a different approach was to be taken. We decided to go climb on Clach Na Bienn and due to Matt and Emma not having skis we decided we will walk up. What a mistakea to makea!
The small crag can be seen in the back ground, 2 hours of thigh deep snow trudging up to the small rocky outcrop on the top. We were all fairly buggered by the time we got there, the wind had picked up and spindrift was everywhere! spirits were not high to go climbing. We found a small sheltered hollow in the crag and got changed into some dry clothes and had some food. I also would like to thank my wife for one of my xmas presents. A thermos flask. Hot ribena is the bollocks when you can’t feel your hands and it warms you up beautifully. shall take that everywhere with me this winter.
So with spirits and warm restored we decided to climb Southeast Gully. A very easy short gully. It was our first winter route of the season.
What ensued was all four of us swimming in soft snow and not quite frozen turf up it with varying degrees of foul language being used from each of us. The one you would least expect it from was the worst! Potty mouth Lara!!!!!
A great weekend playing in the Scottish winter hills. There are great conditions out there for skiing at the moment, and long may it last. I love living here, can you tell!
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