Friday, 30 May 2014
Monday, 26 May 2014
Moriston River Race 2014
This weekend the 3rd annual Moriston River Race took place. 106 paddlers descend upon Glen Moriston to battle it out on the 600m, grade 4 course in a stunning setting.
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Racers applying their games faces at the top |
With such a strong field this year, I was just hoping to
make it into the final and anything after that would be a bonus.
What an awesome setting. |
My first two runs went OK with a few mistakes, meaning I
qualified as 19th into the final.
The pressure was then off as things could only get better.
Getting the top drop dialed. |
Tim Burne storming through sticky hole |
It was fantastic watching the final fastest paddlers finish
all with supper clean line and driving the boat right to the end. Massive congratulations to Callum Strong for winning
the open event and to Sandra Hyslop for talking the female prize.
Dan enjoying the race with hand paddles amidst all the spectators |
The evening entertainment was spot on. Beers, prize giving, then back to the campsite for a fire. It was great to catch up with so many paddlers and awesome to meet lots of new ones. As a nice little surprise, I won the “IR Sportsmanship award” which was the cherry on the top for me.
Massive thanks to James, Giles and team for the planning and race day work and IR for the “Sportsmanship award”
Some very slow moving people the morning after |
Open winner - Callum Strong
Fastest female – Sandra Hyslop
Fastest junior – Ben Johnson
Fastest single lap – Ed Smith
Suilven, in a round about way.
The amazing Suilven stands proud amidst its boggy, knock and
lochan surroundings. Voted ‘Scotland’s
prettiest mountain’, it is easy see why.
Even shrouded in mist, its wonderful shape and grandeur give the
landscape a real focus. Its cliffs and
curves transform as you travel round; domed from the west, pyramidal from the East
and bosom shaped from the. At 731m, it
narrowly misses out on Munroe status, this means people climb it because they
want to climb ‘Suilven’, not just as part of a greater goal. I love that.
Like many, Suilven is the focal point for our trip; however,
we decide to explore it in a different way.
We chose to travel round it by canoe.
Easier said than done.
We trundle down the road in high spirit, past cavers and reindeer, surrounded by solitary hills frozen in time.
Six kilometres pass before we push the front of the boat into Loch Assint. We launch eagerly. The first paddle strokes feel effortless, as we glide peacefully across the water. A tail wind builds with our enjoyment so we erect a sail, pulling us faster across the loch.
In no time, we reach the western shoreline. The River Inver drains Loch Assint and poses our
first real challenge. The boat weaves
between rocks and shingle deposits as river bank becomes cliff. We enter the first gorge and the gradient
steepens, forcing us to maneuver the boat with lines, down the rapids.
"We enjoy using these traditional skills, invented along Canadian fur trade routes in the seventeenth century."
The river steepens further, so we decide to re-join the road,
making a speedy decent down into Lochinver.
Exhausted, we pitch our tent beside the football pitch, eat and make a
be-line to the pub. Bliss. Then
bed. Double bliss.
With bleary morning eyes, we swoosh the midges away, excited
to get on the mirror like sea that waits.
The canoe cuts through the oceans silence as we round Kirkaig Point. Turns swoop, shags dive and jelly fish wibble
as we approach Inverkirkaig with our eyes on the next leg. The steep, rocky; River Kirkaig.
This technical river offers another significant barrier to
the canoe. We chose to trolley and carry
up the parallel path. Passing a sign
warning of steep drops and difficult walking.
Uh oh! The path soon becomes too
much for the trolley. Huge boulders, steep drops and deep heather mean that we
have to start carrying the laden boat.
Four brutish kilometres of sweat and exhaustion later, we reach the
Falls of Kirkaig marking the top of the river.
"By now we are both totally crippled. Soaked to the skin, sapped of all our energy, we slump over our bag felling very sorry for ourselves."
For the third time in 2 days, we climb back in the boat and
with new found energy, power along beside the incredible lumps of Suilven. We wave at fisherman, answer the cuckoos and
spot leaping trout as we motor along Fion Loch.
The water shallows as we reach the Uidh Fhearna River, deploying our
tracking and poling skills to make upstream progress. We are again reminded about the versatility
of the canoe traveling both up and down stream with ease.
It
slowly dawns on us that the end is near; however ten kilometres of Loch
Vaeyatie and a seven kilometre of uphill trolley soon crush any
excitement. Moral drops once again.
"I struggle to keep my eyes open in the front seat, my mind drifting far from the canoe but I know I must keep battling."
The end of the loch comes into sight, with another huge
waterfall crashing down from above.
Excitement slowly builds as we spot or portage track. Like a well-oiled machine we; attach the trolley,
adjust the balance of kit and begin to tug.
For motivation, we split the final uphill slog into three, two kilometres
sections, as our weary bodies trudge on.
Eventually we reach the highest point of the trip and enjoy the
final kilometre back to the car. A huge feeling
of relief sweeps across us as we reach the car, incredibly relieved to have
finished but also greatly proud to have survived two arduous days.
Looking back, it dawned on us pretty soon that the trip
wasn’t going to be easy. Twenty one
kilometres of portage with only thirty five kilometres of paddling wasn’t a
great ratio. On a normal river, this
would be a pretty bad time; however, somehow, this ratio was forgivable. Yes the trip was incredibly and possibly
unnecessarily tiresome but this kind of adventure is what the canoe is designed
for. Like the ancient Canadian fur
traders, we used ropes, poles and sails to travel incredible distances both up
and downstream. This is what the trip
was about. Exploring a new area, in an
incredibly cool boat and having a bit of fun even if it was very much of the
“retrospective” variety.
This is certainly not a trip that I would recommend to
anybody however, if you fancy a challenge, get stuck in.
Friday, 16 May 2014
Rest Day?
Loch Morlich is about a 10 minute walk from the lodge, so is a great place to practice skills and have a quick blast on the water.
Paddling in the sun, with the snowy Caingormes as a backdrop takes some beating.
Off to Assint to canoe round Sullivan tomorrow :)
The First Week
After a month of pretty intense training at Glenmore Lodge, we have finally started the routine of 11 days work a month leaving plenty if time for courses and play.
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Staff training at Cummingston. |
Nightwatch's last day off all together spent enjoy a very sunny River Tay. |
My first mountain rescue mission. Driving this baby up into the hills to pick up an injured walker. |
Joe Kirk blasting through Headbanger on the Spean Gorge. |
Tom and Rob on the classic Cave Route at Huntley's |
The amazing steep arete of Huntey's Jam. Tom's first E2! |
An evening of training for the Moriston River Race with; Joe, Anne and Giles. |
The view walking out after a good climbing session at Brinn Rock. |
Thursday, 8 May 2014
The Old Man
The Old Man of Stoer rises two hundred feet out of the sea
off the Sutherland coast. The impressive
stack is formed of Torridonian Sandstone, which was laid down some 1200 million
years ago. Since the first accent by Tom
Patey in 1966, climbers have flocked to for a real Scottish climbing classic. The remote location combined with the
necessity to use a tyrolean traverse to gain access, makes it an extremely
exciting and adventurous climb.
A wonderful place to wake up. Photo - Jonny Hawkins |
With a couple of days off from the Lodge, Rory, Rachael and
my-self decided we would give it a bash.
We awake at Stoer Head in our tent, teetering on the edge of
the huge cliffs dropping steeply into the sea.
Built in 1870, the slightly stubby Stoer Head Lighthouse guards the
cliffs from stray boats and offers a great focal point for tourists.
Walking in past the Stoer Head Lighthouse. Photo - Jonny Hawkins |
Birds circle overhead as we walk north towards the
stack. Soon enough it appears above the
horizon, causing a sweep of excitement and huge grins across the board. We follow a steep climber’s path down to the
ledge and observe for the first time the incredible stack standing proud.
Our first views of the beast. Photo - Jonny Hawkins |
Rory nobly steps up for the swim and soon enough we have a tight
rope for Rachael and I to shimmy across.
This is my first tyrolean which bumps up the adventure factor significantly.
Rachael getting her tyrolean on. Photo - Rory Brown |
Celebrating at the summit. Photo - Rachael Crewesmith |
An incredible position to abseil from. Photo - Rory Brown |
Rachael enjoying the exposure. Photo - Rory Brown |
Thanks Rachael and Rory for an amazing trip.
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