Now a few days have passed since completing the ridge,
writing my blog and working for a few days. I’m sure I’m still recovering
mentally and physically, although I managed to fit in a fingerboard session
this morning. I have had the chance for it to all sink in, realise what I have
achieved and reflect on the whole experience.
I had never even thought about the Cuillins in winter,
even spending around 30 days in the mountains this winter, Skye had never even
crossed my mind. Why not? The early season was spent in the Northern Corries
and later on the fine ice of Ben Nevis. I was so unsure about a ridge traverse
making the drive from Torridon to Skye, nervous but exciting chat about even
the possibility of a traverse, could it be done? After a little research and
reading Mike Lates of Skye Guides top tips, I thought it was definitely too
much and unachievable for us. There was no reason why though, we’d spent a lot
of time in the mountains, were feeling fit and had climbed harder routes this
winter; it must have been an underpinning intimidation of the challenge. The
many variables that had to fall into place were huge compared to a regular
Scottish winter day. The weather, the snow, our speed, route finding and bivi
spots, all had to come together to even give us a chance at an attempt
It was my first trip to Skye, first time on the Cuillins,
the unfamiliarity of these complex mountains. The variables all came together
for our traverse, the stable weather and good snow being the main aspects. The
snow was patchy, with areas of soft windslab, dispersed between good nee, which
definitely settled nerves. Once on the ridge we moved quickly, but having
nothing to compare this too kept a doubt in the back of my mind. Throughout the
second day, I definitely had a feeling that we were going to do it, going to
complete a winter traverse. This was after completing the TD gap, the final
difficulty on the ridge. The final ridge and climb to the summit of Gars-bheinn
was a mixture of elation and relief. This route and ridge had been the greatest
challenge mentally and physically that I have faced in the mountains. It is
understandable why such settled conditions are required, the weather is the
last thing to be worrying about when negotiating the complex terrain, problem
solving of abseils and route finding, piece by piece fitting the sections of
ridge together like a thousand piece jigsaw, the challenge seems huge to begin
with. The constant concentration required mentally drained me, and walking
towards Glen Brittle I was like a robot. On the ridge there could be no slips,
no trips and 100% concentrating on every step, looking out for each other,
roped and moving together, no margin for error.
I have learnt a lot about myself, to be more positive in light
of big routes and plans, breaking these challenges down into sections and
pieces without focusing on the overall picture. I cannot wait to head back to
Skye this summer for another ridge traverse and to climb on the huge buttresses
of pristine gabbro and basalt.
I believe Geoff Cohen sums it up as he describes his
first view of the ridge in Cold Climbs as ‘breath-taking, impossible to describe
save by likening it to the perfection of dreams.’ To anybody considering a trip
to Skye, plan it, you won’t regret it.