It was fairly easy going down to Loch nan Stuirteag and we managed to find great views, although they were only temporary. There didn’t appear to be any obvious path up Monadh Mor and it wasn’t too steep. I’d stupidly mentioned to Karen that the wind had died down. As soon as we got to about 1000mts it picked up and I mean it really, really picked up and each time I lifted my foot I was knocked sideways to my left. We finally reached the Monadh Mor summit and sat for 5 minutes as the rain/drizzle had temporarily stopped.
The visibility was down to only a few metres so I used Karen’s map and compass to take a bearing to the 975m bealach towards Beinn Bhrotain. Having looked at the map I had an idea of what the next 15 minutes should look like. After a few minutes of walking I started to worry as what I was expecting wasn’t what I was now experiencing. I kept checking the compass and for some reason it was trying to take me down the Southern shoulder towards Cnapan Mor. Ignoring the compass, I started to traverse to the left and after a few minutes I saw the bealach and the obvious path up the side of Beinn Bhrotain. Poor Karen, she’d suffered most of the day and as we struggled up the mountain in the wind and rain she kept stopping every few minutes. She stopped not far short of the summit and indicated that she needed to use the facilities. I carried on and left her to it, the wind was too strong to stand up so I lay down on the stones and waited for her to catch up. We then had a bit of a giggle when Karen stated that it would have been easier if she’d just wet herself, I can only imagine.
Having reached the summit of Beinn Bhrotain we didn’t stop and headed off in a South Easterly direction towards Carn Cloich mhuilinn. The views were back again and I could see 2 other walkers heading up CCM. We kept to the right hand side and continued to go down. Unfortunately this is where things went a little pear shaped. We headed too far South towards a place called the Dukes Chair. We persevered too long in this direction and reckon that error cost us about 3 extra kms and easily half an hour. We then headed East and picked up the path running along the Geldie Burn, 5kms and 1 1/2 hours later we had reached White Bridge. By now both myself and Karen were exhausted and running on fumes. Karen still wasn’t feeling well and had too stop every 10 minutes too sip her water. That final 5 kms to the Linn of Dee car park was the worse hour that I’ve probably had out walking. Although my feet weren’t hurting my left ankle (the one with the metal pins in) was agony.
In summary, we walked more then 48kms (28+ miles) in 17 hours. I said goodnight to Karen and she said she was going to get a couple of hours of sleep before then driving home. I had something to eat then fell asleep, quickly. What a day!