Trails and trials of the writer who walks
The access route to Ben Nevis is just outside the door of the Glen Nevis Youth Hostel, and with today’s forecast showing a good chance of clear views, I can’t think of any decent excuses for not climbing the thing.
Sabine and I both set off at 5 am using slightly different routes and we meet up again, by chance, about an hour from the summit. This is the highest I have ever been on foot. We scale it together, using our poles like ski sticks to ascend the final snow field. Clouds come and go.
“White-out!” calls Sabine happily. We have the summit to ourselves and pretend to be explorers.
“So glad we ate all the dogs,” she says.
“Me too. Shame about that puppy … but it was nice and tender.”
So there we have it. Walked 94 miles of West Highland Way and then climbed Ben Nevis. Cool … or what?
Must go now. The free coffee refills at Wetherspoons finish at 2 pm.