Saturday, 23 June 2018

On this day thirty years ago I began my walk the length of the Canadian Rockies

At the Canada/USA border in Waterton Lakes National Park

June 23rd 1988 I set out on one of my most ambitious walks, to hike the length of the Canadian Rockies, which had not been done before. I was inspired to do the walk by Ben Gadd's superb Handbook of the Canadian Rockies, which I'd bought the year before when I was in the Rockies for a ski tour. That trip made me want to go back to these spectacular mountains. Ben's book gave me a goal. In it he wrote that a great challenge would be 'to hike the whole length of the Canadian Rockies, a distance of 1450km as the crow flies. It seems possible to do the whole hike in a summer'. As soon as I read those words I knew I wanted to do that walk. So I did. It took a bit more than a summer though. I ran well into the autumn, finishing in late October after 97 days and 2414km. I carried Ben's book the whole way and stayed with him in Jasper. He came and met me at the finish too. Thanks for that Ben and for the inspiration.

On the Rockwall Trail, Kootenay National Park

The walk split roughly into two. In the southern half I was mostly in national parks, which meant good trails but also permits and restricted camping (this section is now covered by the Great Divide Trail). In the northern half there were few trails and no parks, making the walk a much wilder and challenging proposition. I loved it! I met no other walkers at all once I left the parks. No-one out in the wilds at all in fact, just hunters in camps.

Looking over Keily Creek to the Great Snow Mountain Range in the Northern Canadian Rockies

Photographic note: the images are scans from Fujichrome transparencies. I took an amazing amount of camera gear on this hike - the most on any long walk I think. Two SLR cameras, 24mm, 28-70mm, and 70-210mm lenses, 2x Tele Converter, tripod. The total weight was 4.5kg. I took 3000 transparencies.

Book note:  This walk was the subject of my second book, which came out in 1989. It's been out of print for many years but should be republished as an e-book sometime in the next year along with Walking the Yukon, which is about a walk I did the length of the Yukon Territory two years after the Canadian Rockies walk.

Friday, 22 June 2018

Blue Light, Blue Water, White Clouds: A Long Day from Friedrichshafen

The Bodensee, Friedrichshafen

The journey home from Friedrichshafen was long and mostly uninspiring (half was spent in Heathrow Airport waiting for a delayed plane) but there were moments of beauty and splendour, all painted in blue and white.

The day began well with an early morning stroll along the lake front in Frierichshafen looking out over the brilliant blue water to distant snow-flecked mountains. The rich colours were calming and peaceful. A lovely start to the day.

A zeppelin hangs above the Bodensee

The ferry across the Bodensee (Lake Constance) to Romanshorn was relaxing too, with the mountains drawing slowly nearer though still hazy in the early light. A zeppelin drifted high above. I watched it fade into the distance over Friedrichshafen, the place where these airships were born.

Swiss Alps

A pleasant train journey to Zurich - I love the double-decker Swiss trains with their wonderful wide views - and then the first flight. The Swiss Alps lined the horizon, magnificent and tempting.

Zooming in on the Swiss Alps

Then came Heathrow and the long wait. Cafes, people watching, Kindle reading (Richard Fortey's excellent The Wood For The Trees which is set not far from the airport physically but takes place in a different world of nature and slow history), writing, wandering, shop browsing (do I need a new lens, tablet, smartphone? No).

Above rippling clouds

Finally take off and up through the clouds to the late evening blue sky. Whiteness rippling below, the sky matching that above the Bodensee.

Then the plunge into the clouds, a warning of turbulence that didn't happen, and out into heavy rain and wet Inverness Airport. A drive through the storm on a dark Midsummer's Eve and home. A long day. It's the blueness I'll remember.

OutDoor At Friedrichshafen

Nikwax outdoor meeting 

Well, that's the last OutDoor Show at Friedrichshafen over. I went for three of the four days (and the journey there and back is quite something in itself - I'll post about that separately) which is quite enough. After a while pack back systems, brightly coloured trail shoes and lightweight waterproofs all begin to merge together (there were lots of all three). I've described the interesting stuff I saw in three reports for The Great Outdoors website. All were written on my smartphone with the EC Technology keyboard, the last one in Heathrow Airport where I had a rather long wait. This is a great combination when travelling, very light and compact.

The show didn't seem as busy as usual, which makes it easier for visiting stands though probably not good for the companies themselves. Much happens away from the gear displays as well. The Outdoors Blogger Network was very active and it was good to meet Hendrik Morkell (Hiking In Finland) and others, including Jotaro Yoshida, founder and designer of Locus Gear, who turned out to be an Outlander fan and very interested in the Scottish Highlands. I might see him on the TGO Challenge next year!

The big halls at Messe Friedrichshafen quickly get hot, stuffy and smelly when filled with bright lights and many people. It's always a relief to get outside into fresh air so I was very pleased that Lowe Alpine were taking people for short walks to try a new pack and that Nikwax held a meeting about the European Outdoor Conservation Association outdoors. Next year in Munich this mightn't be so feasible or pleasant.

Manchester next, for the Outdoor Trade Show.

Friday, 15 June 2018

Off to the last OutDoor Show in Freidrichshafen

Tomorrow I'm heading out to Friedrichshafen via Inverness, Heathrow and Zurich for the huge OutDoor industry trade show. This is the last time the show is in Friedrichshafen. From next year it'll be in Munich - easier to get to, plenty of accommodation but no Bodensee (Lake Constance). I'll miss Friedrichshafen.

Whilst I plan on finding time to wander along the lakeshore, most of the trip I'll be wandering round the vast halls (I averaged eleven miles a day last year) looking at gear and hoping to find something new and interesting. I'll be sending reports back for the TGO website and posting comments and pictures on TGO's Twitter and Instagram feeds (both @TGOMagazine) and probably on Facebook too.

Thursday, 14 June 2018

A High Camp, Finding A Path, Wild Flowers

Having finally finished the book on my Scottish Watershed walk and with a visit to the giant OutDoor Show in Friedrichshafen coming up a night out in the hills to clear my head seemed a good idea. With no plans I spread some maps out on the floor – always a pleasure in itself – to see if anything sprung out at me. It did. Beinn a’Chlachair. Or rather the long broad summit ridge of Beinn a’Chlachair. I remembered it was one of the many places stored in my memory as a potential spot for a night out ‘one day’. For Beinn a’Chlachair that day had come. The forecast sounded perfect – barely a breeze, perhaps some mist but mostly superb visibility. Ideal for a high camp and definitely not good for a low one in midge season.

Beinn a’ Chlachair is in the Central Highlands, opposite Creag Meagaidh, an hour and a half from home – well, it would have been but for a delayed lunch in Aviemore. I set out late under cloudy skies for the long walk-in. Beinn a’Chlachair sits well-back from the road. 

After weeks of dry weather the streams were low, the ground hard and dusty. Great swathes of white cotton grass covered flat marshy meadows. Ahead I could patches of snow high on the walls of Coire Mor a’Chlachair. Leaving the track I headed for the eastern arm of this corrie, a steep but easy way to the summit ridge. This is normally boggy ground. I was in mesh trail shoes. My feet stayed dry. 

Looking back I could see a band of golden orange light on the far horizon as the sun started to cut below the clouds. A sign of good weather for the next day. Maybe.

On the ridge I approached the final stony rise to the summit then pitched the tent on some mossy ground. There was no sound. Nothing. Not a whisper of wind, not a distant bird call. Just silence amidst the vastness of the hills.

The quiet wasn’t to last. The gentle patter of light rain woke me during the early hours. I peered out. Mist enveloped the tent. No dawn colours to get me up early. A few hours later I woke again. Still mist. Drops of moisture hung on every speck of moss, shimmering in a gentle breeze. I felt very peaceful.

The mists were beginning to lift as I wandered up to the summit of Beinn a’Chlachair. Distant hills appeared, flat and grey under the clouds. Looking back my tent was a tiny dark speck on the huge expanse of the mountain. 

Back in camp I had a look at the map before packing up. My plan had been to continue on to two more Munros, Geal Charn and Creag Pitridh, before descending back to Glen Spean and my car. Why? Because I’d always done these three hills together in the past so it seemed obvious without thinking about it. Between them lies the deep cleft of the Bealach Leamhain. The descent off the eastern end of Beinn a’Chlachair to this pass is steep and rocky – easier going up than down – or steep and grassy if you go off the northern side. On the map I spotted a path I didn’t remember from earlier trips going down the southern side and linking with the path through the bealach. Curious I decided to look for it.

Finding the top of the path was quite difficult. Even using Viewranger and GPS. The latter told me I was standing on the path. Maybe. I couldn’t see it though. I set off, smartphone in hand. I was on the right line and soon indications of a path appeared and then became clearer. It took a slanting line across the slope until the angle eased and then headed straight down. Mostly it was clear though little-used. Very occasionally there were cairns. An old stalking path I guessed, cleverly built. It deserves more use.

Soon Loch a’Bhealaich Leamhain appeared with Geal Charn rising above it. The path through the bealach runs high above the water, along a terrace through steep craggy slopes. Another fine line in a grand situation. Rocks, water, steepness, the circled head of the loch-filled corrie. Elemental. White stars caught my attention. I looked down. Four-petalled, dark centred flowers looked back up. Dwarf cornel. Masses of them spread over the hillside.

Emerging out of the rocks above the bealach the view opened out and gentler slopes spread out to the forests of Glen Spean with big bulky Beinn Teallach and Creag Meagaidh rising above them. There was just the long walk out left. I’d lost any interest in the other Munros. The day was hot now and plodding up more stony slopes didn’t appeal. 

The walk out was flower-rich but bird-poor. Yellow tormentil, bird’s foot trefoil, coltsfoot. The cotton grass dominating from a distance. Pale purple orchids rising through long grass. Purple wild thyme on stonier ground. Lower down tall foxgloves, white and purple. An occasional little frog hoped across my path, managing to stay green and wet despite the arid conditions. Damselflies and dragonflies skimmed over the flowers. Clegs tried to bite me but were easily swatted away. They weren’t as determined as they often are. Maybe the heat made them lethargic. There were no midges. A few meadow pipits fluttered across my path, brown and inconspicuous. Twice a skylark rose straight up, singing loudly. Up on the hill I’d seen a flock of a dozen ptarmigan. That was it for birds. No grouse in the heather, no waders in the bogs. I wondered why and came up with no answers.

Saturday, 9 June 2018

Friday, 1 June 2018

Suilven: Iconic Mountain of the NW Highlands

Suilven is in the news at the moment with the release of the film Edie, in which 83 year-old Sheila Hancock climbs the mountain. She couldn't have chosen a better one. Suilven is one of Scotland's most distinctive hills, a spectacular wedge of Torridonian sandstone rising out of a cnoc and lochan landscape.

There's an interview with Sheila Hancock and the director of the film Simon Hunter in the June issue of The Great Outdoors along with a piece of mine about Suilven. I also wrote an account of a backpacking trip over the mountain many years ago which you can find here.

Despite looking rugged and tough Suilven is a mountain that needs care. The only paths have become badly eroded due to the passage of many feet, and the film is expected to bring many more. The one from Glencanisp is currently being repaired by the John Muir Trust and the Assynt Foundation under the umbrella of the Coigach & Assynt Living Landscape Partnership. This work is important and well worthy of support.

Thursday, 31 May 2018

The Cairngorms in Black & White after a misty day

Coire an t-Sneachda

Where's the sun? Having almost finished my Watershed book I finally made it to the hills just it seems as though the sunny weather has ended, at least in the Cairngorms. On a hazy misty day I wandered over the Plateau to Ben Macdui, whose top was fading in and out of the clouds. A snow bunting kept me entertained on the summit. There were no views.

View over the Plateau to Ben Macdui with Cairn Toul just appearing on the right

The air was still warm and dry and the ground crisp and firm. The burns were running strongly though as there's still a fair amount of snow left. Across the Lairig Ghru the clouds were swirling around Braeriach.


Out beyond the Lairig Ghru over Rothiemurchus Forest to Aviemore the views were indistinct and vague, an unsubstantial world beyond the lowering crags of Creag an Leth-choin.

Creag an Leth-choin

Weak sunshine started to filter through the clouds as I descended below Cairn Lochan but there was no power in it and the day remained mostly grey.

Cairn Lochan

Tuesday, 29 May 2018

The June issue of The Great Outdoors is out now.

The latest issue of The Great Outdoors features Suilven and the new film Edie. Emily Rodway met up with star Sheila Hancock and director Simon Hunter to talk to them about the film, a fascinating piece. I haven't seen Edie yet - I'm looking forward to it. It sounds great and it does have Suilven, which always looks fantastic. I've written a piece about the mountain too.

In a section called Camping Gear I review seventeen solo tents, tarps and bivi bags while Emily Rodway covers lightweight family camping, with some delightful pictures of her children, and Daniel Neilson looks at some of the latest camping equipment.

The rest of the magazine is packed with good stuff.

The opening spread is a tremendous photo of the sunrise from Glyder Fach by Grant Hyatt.

Ian R. Mitchell looks at the worrying threats to the USA's wild lands from the Trump administration in a powerful piece.

Jim Perrin pays tribute to Croagh Patrick in Ireland.

Vivienne Crow takes a two-day walk over six prominent Lakeland cols.

Fiona Baltrop celebrates 40 years of the South West Coast Path.

James Urquhart backpacks through The Tarrens in southern Snowdonia.

Alex Roddie undertakes a 100-mile walk through Ardgour and Mull.

Roger Smith looks at the threat to Wildlife Trust nature reserves from government planning proposals.

David Lintern reviews Kinder Scout: The People's Mountain by Ed Douglas and John Beatty.

Roger Smith reviews The Lynx and Us by David Hetherington.

Jim Perrin celebrates the 1932 Kinder Scout Mass Trespass.

Friday, 25 May 2018

The woods are glorious

The sun is shining, the air is sharp, and spring is merging into summer. And I'm mostly indoors finishing my book on my Scottish Watershed walk, which is why this blog has been rather quiet. Along the Divide should be published in the autumn.

I have been out for an hour or two each day, wandering the local fields and woods and admiring the brilliant colours. Most trees are in leaf now, with just the aspens to come out fully, and glowing with spring freshness. There's much blossom on the bird cherries and geans too, more than I can remember ever seeing before. The sweet honey scent of these is delicious.

So until I'm back in the hills here's some more photos of my local woods. It really is no hardship to visit them!