We ended up paddling the Upper Spean on 3 pipes then heading North up the East side of the Great Glen and falling of a low volume 8m drop. That eve was spent in a deserted house up a beautiful glen. We ate spit roast roadkill pheasant and slept on hay before scouting the nearby tribs the next day.
With no water the next day, we drove to Glen Etive and pointed at a hill to climb. We ended up at the top of Bucheal Etive Begg greeted by lost of people in ice axes and crampons.
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