refuse to be negative about the impact that climbing Ben Nevis has had on my
stumpy little legs. The fact that I haven’t been able to run since last Tuesday,
and have been nursing my painful knees after abandoning yesterday’s attempt at
the Sunday Long Run is not changing my mind.
a temporary glitch. I don’t need a double knee transplant, honest.
|Our view from the campsite and at the foot of Ben Nevis|
glad we didn’t underestimate it. We’d read up on it lots before driving up to Fort
William to set up camp at the foot of the mountain, so were well prepared with
trusty boots, wet weather gear, warm clothes, walking sticks and food/drinks.
Even though it was the middle of August it was FREEZING at the top, so don’t
think about strolling up in your shorts and flip-flops, like someone we saw did
or you’ll get a shock if you actually do make it to the top. (Incidentally, he
did, but he didn’t look too happy about it).
on the other hand, was so prepared I even had my Garmin ready and charged to
record the mission ahead – this is what climbing to the top of Britain’s
highest mountain looks like:
campsite was past the Ben Nevis Visitor Centre, so we took a much steeper,
massive, never-ending-staircase-of-rocks shortcut to join the main path instead
of going back on ourselves to begin. If you start from the Visitor Centre, it’s
a much gentler incline, and a nice flat path, although it quickly gets very
hard when you do join the rocky staircase of hell.
|Never-ending rocky staircase|
Stepping into Mordor
craggy path hugs the mountainside all the way up, with beautiful cascading
waterfalls, streams and an isolated loch dotted around the route. The clouds
rolled in and view disappeared behind a mist once we get to Red Burn – the zigzag halfway point. The landscape became much harsher and
‘mountainous’ from here on in – big stepping-stones, streams and lush greenery were
replaced with dark grey craggy rocks and steep inclines. We were lucky enough
to still see in front of us, but I can see how easy it would be to lose the
path in bad weather so make sure you have a map and compass.
closer you get to the top the quieter and eerier it gets – it’s like trekking
to Mordor. About half an hour from the top we started to come across
triangulation stations and rocky shelters, and these combined with the mist and
shadows of people walking in the distance made for some really creepy photos.
We also came across a massive gorge near the top that was pretty terrifying to
look down into through the mist.
Stepping into Mordor
four hours after we set off, we finally reached the summit and spent about half an
hour exploring the old observatory, emergency shelter, and massaging achey legs before heading back down.
What goes up…
wasn’t the actual climbing of Ben Nevis that’s killed my knees, but the
descent. It took 3 hours 46 minutes to get to the top – a long, seemingly never-ending
uphill slog, punctuated with numerous tea and water breaks and lots of heavy
panting/empathetic-smiley-nods to other walkers.
was also some considerable awe-struck acknowledgement of the machine-like fell
runners who were ploughing past us as we plodded on. I was proud of myself for
doing a Sweatshop 6k hill run round Brighton the other day, let alone running
up and down the country’s highest peak. Turns out these mentalists are training
for the Ben Nevis Race in September.
way, any resolve I had on the way up to one day join them and do it myself was
swiftly snatched from beneath my broken knees once we started the painful (but beautiful) descent down to the bottom.
|The painful descent…|
got dodgy knees anyway, so I did expect some pain and discomfort, and the full
extent of it became clearer the steeper it got on the way up that coming down
wasn’t gonna be much fun.Within
five minutes from the summit every slamming downhill step was excruciating. The
never-ending rocky staircase was much worse to negotiate on the way down than
up. I’m so glad I had a walking stick in one hand and a sympathetic boyfriend
in the other.
the pain though, I don’t regret doing it – it’s such a challenge and is so
worth it for the views and experience, I’d recommend it to anyone. And with views like this, who’s to argue?
sure you go prepared and preferably take a strong partner/willing friend to
piggyback you down to save the broken knees.
you could always jump on the back of a fell runner, they seem pretty capable…
Have you climbed Ben Nevis?
How did your climb go? Or are you planning to do it?