Cumming Crofton VI,6****

Garbh Choire gets the highest values in Scotland for the product of remoteness times quality of climbing especially in winter. A suitable strategy, a ‘can do’ team, a decent level of aerobic fitness, climbing ability and general mountaineering skills are all required especially for attempting any of the bigger routes. Winter climbing highlights are the first winter ascents of Mitre Ridge V,6 by W.D. Brooker and T.W. Patey in 1953 (albeit with ‘combined tactics’; J. Anderson and A. Nisbet did the first direct, free ascent in 1979), the FWA of Cumming-Crofton VI,6 by R. Renshaw and G. Strange in 1977, the Cardinal VIII,8 by R.Webb and S.M. Richardson in 1995 and of Slochd Wall IX,8 by P. Benson and G. Robertson in 2008. If you do any of these routes expect to lie on the couch the next day with a big grin or your face or, in the case of the last two routes, expect to sit behind the computer googling for ‘post traumatic stress disorder'.

On Friday the 11.2.2011 Robbie Miller, Andrew Melvin and I met after work at 20.15 h at the car park at Keiloch. We cycled on snowy and icy tracks...

...and then walked to stay in the secret Howff somewhere hidden in these hills. We spent a cold night made worse by the lack of whisky. Robbie was worst off in his 2 season sleeping bag (the wrong two seasons) and whilst Andy and I were warm, we did not sleep much. We got up at 6 h, had some food and started walking just before 7 h. Our chances looked slim because roughly 10-20 cm of snow that had fallen overnight and it was still snowing.

We decided to press on and to only change our plan if we encountered and could not avoid serious avalanche conditions (the SAIS forecast for North and North-West facing slopes was less than optimal).

We reached the Sneck and gingerly descended as we felt that this was the most dangerous bit. However, there was little windslab and the descent into the Corrie was much better and subjectively safer than expected.

At 10 h we reached the bottom of Mitre ridge and whilst we geared up some blue appeared in the sky. A beautiful pre-spring light.

The mighty West wall was whitened by powder snow and I started the first pitch swimming up some steep powder as seen on the first...

, second...

and third picture...

all taken by Andrew. The crux of this pitch is a large hanging flake. I used two large cams to protect this move, got decent axe placements in snow ice in the crack to the left of the flake and after a few thrutchy moves I reached the belay.

Robbie led pitch two. First an easy angled but delicate and tricky move to the right followed by wide bridging and a move into the main corner line. After that several more tech 5/6 moves to finish on a good ledge. A great lead by Robbie and his hardest pitch so far.

Here is Andrew waiting on the pitch one belay...

... and here is Robbie executing the hardest move of his pitch.

Andrew took the last hard pitch which continued up the corner to its end followed by an ‘au cheval’ belay on the crest of Mitre ridge between the two towers.

Here is Robbie following the third pitch.

The options after that are to finish by the very exposed Bell’s variation V,7 or by climbing on little patches of snow ice and tufts of turf to the left of the second tower which we did. I put one runner on the whole pitch but the climbing was just easy enough to justify not scratching around for ages to try to excavate another marginal runner.

Here is Andrew belaying 'au cheval'...

... and here I am trying to step onto a granite block.

Some delicate but not too difficult climbing...

... up to the belay. Here is Robbie belaying.

The belay is right on top of the West wall which is very steep at this point. We finished over a series of easy but exposed mini towers and an awkward down-climb followed by exposed but easy enough climbing to the end of the route at roughly 17 h.

Here is Robbie finishing the pitch with the large exposure of the West wall behind him.

In the strong, icy southerly wind we quickly coiled our ropes, collected our gear and went over the summit of Cnap a’ Chleirich to follow the rib to join the path where it leads to the Sneck. From the ridge we saw the civilisation-free wide space to the South and the long way to the Fairy Glen, where where our bikes were.

It got dark around 18 h and we walked through the snow in the dark lightened up by our headtorches. The brain was too tired to think and so we followed without words our footprints and the footprints of another, lonely walker which were the only footprints leading back to the Fairy glen. Back at the Howff we shared some pocket-rocked-cooked pasta, Andy’s cheese & pickle sandwich and Robbie’s jam & peanut butter sandwich and some of Robbies vanilla cookies.

Soon after we reached our bikes I discovered that my rear tyre was flat. Worse, the rubber had detached from the valve and we had no spare tyre and only Andrew had bought some repair kit. Against all odds we managed to glue the thing together again which prevented me from pushing my bike for 8 km with a heavy rucksack. The pressure held and despite a few wild slides on icy patches we managed to avoid going over our handlebars and reached the Beinn a Bhuird car park at 21 h.

Cumming Crofton is the essence of Scottish winter climbing and one of the best routes we have done so far: team work, solitude, commitment, a strong line and high quality climbing are all attributes that describe our day.

HW