Showing posts with label Meall Cuaich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meall Cuaich. Show all posts

Saturday

Meall Chuaich

Hill of the Quaich
Sunday12th December

Meall Chuaich sitting to the east of the A9 near Dalwhinnie, always seems to be kept for a quick, 'let's nip up 'n down on the way home'.

The good Hydro track from the layby opposite Cuaich Cottages makes access easy. It follows a concrete aqueduct to the Hydro power station, then various tracks lead to a small locked private wooden bothy which overlooks Loch Cuaich.
Strong winter sunshine on Loch Cuaich
The track was very icy in places; you had to keep an eye on where you placed your feet.
The track heading towards Coire Chuaich
Our path to the summit left the track, taking us up the heather clad hillside. Normally the lower section is very boggy, so we were glad to be on frozen ground. Not much snow about - lots of ice.
Our route ahead was a thin white ribbon of snow & ice
View west - you can just see the bothy to the right of Bill.
It's very easy walking to this point.
The normally boggy path was frozen solid
 'Just for interest' we took to the snow - David raced on ahead, Andy trying to look like a man of the mountains.
A snow patch is like a magnet to us
Our line of ascent was a broad shoulder with short heath underfoot; very pleasant walking. Unfortunately the summit held a stubborn cloud which the gusty wind couldn't shift.
Delightful walking on the upper slopes
Shame it was so misty as there are extensive views into Strathspey from the top.
Approaching Meall Cuaich's summit
David must have sniffed the summit cairn; he has that wild look of a bagger. Alison's having to run to catch him......
David - slow down....!
Return from the summit cairn was down by our upward route. We made sure we walked off on a bearing until we could clearly see our path down, we've been lost on misty featureless plateau before!
Sharing a joke on the walk out
....so ended another successful dinner weekend.

Sunday

Crubenmore Lodge - Annual Dinner 2008

Crubenmore
43rd Annual Dinner
15th-16th Novemeber
This years annual dinner was a different format from our usual hotel based treat. We had decided on a 'do it yourself' weekend, and it turned out to be very successful.

The house we hired was an old Edwardian Hunting Lodge, built in 1877. It has a comfortable 'lived in' feel to it.
The drawing room had a wood burning stove which was greedy for wood!
Being based in the Pass of Drumochter meant that we had a choice of relatively easy hills on our doorstep, and a party made their way to the summit of Meall Cuaich. Some had a super day cycling in Rothiemurchus but Bill spent all day in bed, a nasty virus had floored him.

After the days activities everyone rallied for our evening dinner, Bill (Lazarus) making a remarkable recovery!
It was a huge dining table and it held us all comfortably. This was the Jockey's side.
......and this was the Snooty Fox side!
How did David & Ron manage to get seats next to our bar?
Dee was on form, and had camera on hand to record any embarrasing moments.......
Graham too was on form; be careful when he has a mischievious smile!
Of course when he's looking after 'guests' it's a serious matter......
Bruce held his audience with some funny tales and stories, he really is a seanachaidh.
Jim had a fit of the giggles.
 
and Susan had a line up.
 After such a big meal you need to relax, Elizabeth made herself at home.
We played charades, can't remember what Elizabeth was describing, make your own guess!
On Sunday, Susan and Colin showed that the are real swingers, steamy windows too!
The rest of the party decided cycling was enough excercise for a Sunday morning and chose the quiet road  alongside the River Truim. It's part of the national cycle route to Inverness and is a world away from the A9.
Anne cycles daily, she's easily the Chris Hoy of our team!
This should be titled 'was it something I said?'
The journey down to Dalwhinnie and back was an easy and enjoyable 10 miles, just enough to blow the cobwebs away.
The landscape around Dalwhinnie and Cuaich is big, empty and desolate, but you don't appreciate this speeding up the A9.
Everyone thoroughly enjoyed their stay in the Lodge, wonder what other big houses we can hire for next year?