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I don't always write a blog, and indeed some of the companies I work for as a freelancer specifically insist that I don't, but I do occasionally like to put my thoughts and trips into words for posterity, by way of a wee diary, and also an illustration of what I get up to with folks. I do hope you find it interesting, and would welcome any feedback or comments.
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What a difference a day makes #2

30/1/2017

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A weekend of contrast working for Steven Fallon Mountain Guiding - Snow finally arrives on Saturday as we practice some winter skills, and then Sunday is simply stellar! Full blog to be found at www.stevenfallon.co.uk/blog
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Will this rime? Ever?

23/1/2017

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Working in the Cairngorms for Steven Fallon Mountain Guides this weekend with Karl and Helen. More lovely weather, but where's the snow - Will it ever come this year!? We still got lots done and had a great time though. Full blog at www.stevenfallon.co.uk/blog
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What a difference a day makes!

15/1/2017

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I was working in Lochaber and Glencoe this weekend. Saturday we had pristine winter conditions, cold, sheltered in the coires, with plenty of usable ice and snow. There were climbing teams all over Ben Nevis' north face enjoying the arrival of winter at last. Then, overnight, the temperatures rose dramatically, and we watched the ice disappear before our eyes in Glencoe. There is still a reasonable amount high up, but we need it to freeze again soon, or else we'll be back to square one. 
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Glencoe encounters

13/1/2017

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I am working for two different providers this week/weekend, so planned on stopping up in Glencoe today to save on the fuel and time of going up and down to Stirling. When I arrived at the hostel yesterday in Glencoe, I bumped into Margaret, a client from a couple of years ago, as well as Linda and Mustapha, both of whom had travelled North just for the hell of it.

Margaret was up here to visit some establishments to plan her Munro Compleation party for next May, and she bumped into the other two, who were also travelling individually, on the bus from Glasgow. Winter has certainly arrived here in Glencoe, and it was nice to have some company to share the wonderful moonlit walk to the Clachaig last night, as well as a lot of blether about the wonders of Scottish hill walking.

The guys weren't really equipped for a winter's hill day, but to kill some time today, we walked up past the Grey Mares Tail waterfall at Kinlochleven, (complete with its new via ferrata route), and on up as far as the old Mamore Lodge. The lodge is now closed, and after having parked my car there a few times in the past, as well as having a pint when I came off the hill, it was sad to see it all derelict. Surprising how soon a building can deteriorate when neglected.

There were some lovely wintry views between the showers, especially of the Pap of Glencoe and Garbh Beinn across on Ardgour.

I am taking three guys into the Glencoe and/or Lochaber hills tomorrow, so fingers crossed on the weather.
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A bog-less Ben Challum!

5/1/2017

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With such a good forecast, I had to get out today. -7c in the valley, -3c on the summit. Blue skies and a frosty start, slowly clouding over, but remaining cold. A lovely day. I picked Ben Challum as I knew the ground would be frozen, and it was a good choice, the usual bog being hard and easy to cross. There was no path when I first did this hill in poor weather 14 years ago, nor was there any way of getting over the newly erected deer fence, built in order to let the native woodland regenerate. There is one now the whole way, testament to the popularity of munro-bagging I suppose, and the wood is doing nicely. Indeed, I saw 6 other folks in 3 seperate groups today, and you wouldn't be up there unless you were ticking I suspect! (Or maybe I do them and the hill a disservice?). Still, great short day.
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'To ski, or not to ski, that is the question.........'

4/1/2017

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I have just returned from an unusual holiday, (well, for me anyway), when my family visited Morzine in France with our friends the Kerridges to ski. It's unusual as I don't ski, despite various attempts and lessons at both conventional skiing and snowboarding. My two sons, wife and daughter can all ski or snowboard to a greater or lesser degree, and our friends are good skiers. I agreed to go for the company, to spend a Hogmanay away for a change, to see the Alps in winter, (which I have never before), and finally to invest some quality time trying to master this elusive art!

The first challenge was obvious - There was almost no snow. What was there was man-made unless we went higher up the valley to the purpose-built resort of Avoriaz, and even there it had to be augmented by the snow blowers. After queuing for a while to get the rather pricey passes, it was wrestle your way onto the telepherique, and up to the resort. Once there, my second challenge was there in front of me - thousands and thousands of people. The slopes were rammed, as everyone had to concentrate in the same space. True, there was a surprising amount of snow, and the resort had done a sterling job in opening runs, but for a novice like me, it was intimidating as everyone whizzed past you, and the queues for nursery slope pomas meant you spent way more time in those than skiing.

After some encouragement from my friends and Tracey, who was my main 'carer', we went for a Blue run that my son had recommended. Big mistake. It was by now icy, rutted and very steep for a Blue, and after nearly flying off the edge into the trees a few times, I realised that even if I was ever going to master this, it wasn't going to be on this trip. I need empty wide slopes and good snow, and the bluebird conditions weren't conducive to this unfortunately. So after a calming vin chaud, my skis were hung up, and my crampons dusted down. Back to normality whilst they skied, with a convivial meet-up where possible.

I won't even mention the embarrassing heaped tangle I got in with a poor unsuspecting child whilst getting off a telesiege....you'll just have to imaging it, along with the mood it put her parents in.

So, back to what I'm good at!

My first walk was simply up the mountainside from Morzine to Avoriaz, following the route shown on the IGN map I had bought. It was an ascent of about 1000m, and took me through some lovely pine, beech and birch woods, which whilst close to the ski road, felt quite secluded. I am sure it would have all been much different had there been snow cover, and indeed, it would have been magical, but as it was, it felt like a spring walk in Scotland. The only challenge came when I did get to the snow line, as the paths become pistes of course, and I had to pick my way carefully. Also, there is a myriad of signage for the skiers, Nordic walkers, mountain bikers and the likes, and they add to the general confusion when reading a map without them all on. I found a French couple lost in the wood, and after some faffing, we emerged onto the golf course and could see the resort. It was a little surreal walking over a frozen golf course, past occasional piles of snow, and with such wonderful scenery all around.

I have always been able to ignore the ravages of the ski industry when there are views to be had, and indeed, do not believe we have a monopoly on the hills as hill walkers and mountaineers, so as long as there are hills for all, live and let live I feel. This helped me enjoy the day despite the commercialism. I met up with the skiers for lunch, and we descended on the cable car together. Most civilised.

The next day I wanted something a little more challenging, so decided on the Pointe de Nyon at 2019m. This is still just a walk up some pistes, but as there was not enough to open the run, and it was about 1500m with the descent from my chalet added in too, it would be a nice short day's cramponing. I followed the frosty Chemin Renard along the river, named after the trickster fox of French literature, and enjoyed reading the information placards along the way. I also took a detour past the Cascade de Nyon, a frozen waterfall, which would give some good ice climbing in better conditions I warrant.

The path cum track (it is never easy to differentiate on a IGN map) soon became a piste in the making, and I could have done with gaiters on at times as I skirted the man-made piles. After nipping up under a telesiege steeply for a couple of hundred metres, I got back onto another delightful wooded path, and soon got to 1400m where the path deposited me at the ski area and the hotel at the top of a telecabine.

After a short snack, I traipsed carefully over the frozen grass and half-made pistes, and got onto what would be a track, soon to be a full-blown piste, which snaked its way up to just short of the summit. It must be a great run for the skiers when complete, and I enjoyed the effort of cramponing up. I was a little concerned as I looked up at the sun shining blue through the snow on the summit, which often suggests a cornice, and not having bothered with my axe, I carefully ascended the last metres to the ridge. I needn't have worried, as the snow was bomber hard and well trodden, and the ridge was wide, with exposed grass on the Southern aspect. What a spot for a rest, what a view. From the Chablais, round past the Aiguille Verte, the Dru, the Chamonix Aiguilles, the Aiguilles Rouges, Mont Blanc itself, the Aravis, the Pointe Percee, the Roc d'Enfer, the Jura etc etc. Beautiful, and well worth the sweat.

​I was down in no time at all, enjoying the crisp snow under my crampons, and stopped for a shandy and omelette and chips at the restaurant. It was really nice, but worth e25.00?! Suffering slightly from shock, (not really, but this skiing is not a poor man's sport eh!?), I was happy to invest a little more in a gondola ride down to the valley.
 
I kept swithering as to whether or not I would go back and ski after the Hogmanay celebrations' excesses had worn off , but instead settled for a short walk over the Pleney hill to Les Gets with Morag, Tim, Fiona and Tracey to round off the holiday nicely.
 
I suspect I will try and ski again, but in better conditions, and it was nice to fill in a gap in my geography, as I have always driven past the Chablais to get to Chamonix. I enjoyed the relaxed walking, and now have my fingers crossed that we get some decent snow here in Scotland as I am running winter courses for the rest of the month.

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