I booked a winter mountaineering course with Rise and Summit. It was in Scotland: Ben Nevis and Glencoe, a place that I had never been to, is very dark in the winter and has much bigger mountains than England and Wales.
I told my climbing friends and Rob and Brian decided to come too.
I was planning to get fit but instead I got Covid.
I thought I would be doing a bit of delicate technical ice climbing and making use of my pristine crampons and shiny super light ice axe
I’d only worn my crampons once before and I didn’t really think it through about how one gets to that little technical piece of ice. In my dreams it was a gentle frozen stream and I’m not sure how I got there. I think Kevin magically transported me there. Apparently there is a difference between ice climbing and mountaineering and I’d booked on mountaineering.
On the first day Kevin, our delightfully direct Dutch instructor, asked us what we wanted from the course and I said “an adventure”. There was plenty of time to talk because the snow was a long way up so there was lots of walking and talking en route. We had fun playing in the snow making bollards to belay off, cutting steps and trying out different ways of using our crampons and ice axes. It was dark as we walked out but we had head torches, it wasn’t too arduous and it had been a really good day.
On day two we met Kevin quite early and he used a special key to unlock a road up to the approach to Ben Nevis which saved us a bit of a walk. I was very excited to go and see Ben Nevis in winter and the aim was to see if we could “operate as an efficient single unit” when climbing so that we could have our own almost independent adventure the following day. That’s what I thought was going to happen. On the walk in I told Kevin that I have asthma and the lungs of a poorly seven year old or maybe an 80 year old. Maybe I was getting my excuses ready because I’d been very worried that I would hold everyone up on the course and that I was being overly ambitious.
After about two and a half hours of fairly consistent but not difficult walking we came to the CIC hut which lies at the base of the route that Kevin had picked out for us. We could see Tower Ridge, which is a route that I want to climb in summer conditions and some snowy gullies. We were to go and practise our skills in number 5 gully. Getting there was a slog over snow that had avalanched. It had been turned into big balls of ice that were hard to walk over.
Once in the gully we geared up and did some climbing where we set up belays using the rocks at the sides of the gully. Kevin belayed us over a nice little pitch where we had a taste of grade 2/3 moves which I enjoyed. Once we’d got over the technical difficulties there was some discussion about whether to continue up or to go down. It was already early afternoon by this time. The upshot of this was that we decided to carry on up to the top. Having never been there before I had absolutely no idea of what that meant.
By this time the terrain was straightforward (not technical) and we didn’t need a rope. We just started to work our way up with crampons and one axe, in my case the cheapest one that I could find in Decathlon. After a while I decided to use two axes as the slope was well frozen, reasonably steep and falling off it looked as though it would probably end badly.
Carrying a rucksack and kicking in crampons and jamming in ice axes over and over again was totally and utterly exhausting and it took a huge amount of concentration to keep going and to keep attached to that compacted snow rather than falling down the mountain. Rob and Brian went ahead and after a while I couldn’t see them anymore. If I tried to look too far ahead my helmet would hit my backpack and stop me from raising my head any further. Kevin stayed near me and provided a calm presence without being intrusive. It must have felt like keeping a snail company to a man so fit and at home in the mountains but he never showed a trace of impatience. I know that he was talking to me to encourage me and keep me going and that he didn’t allow me to stop but sometimes I was so focussed on keeping going that I couldn’t make sense of the words. The only bit I really remember was when he said that I’d lost my sense of humour, which made me laugh and that it was only another 300 metres, which I couldn’t visualise. I also remember that he offered me a rope, which I declined and then I spent a while wondering how bad it would have to get before he stopped letting me make my own decisions and tied me onto a rope and dragged me up the gully.
That afternoon in the gully went on and on, my calves hurt, I was too hot, I couldn’t get enough breath, I was flailing with the axes and crampons but somehow I kept going, partly because I realised that there was no other choice. Eventually we could see the top and Kevin said that I could “make hero moves over the cornice”. In reality I barely got either my axes or crampons in properly because I was so tired and as soon as I reached the horizontal I used my knees, crawled off and collapsed with relief.
I was absolutely pushed to my limit physically and in a sense mentally. Getting down was arduous in a different way but at least my lungs weren’t protesting and I knew that eventually I’d get there. That was after attempting to descend by digging in my ice axe and sliding which seemed like a good idea but felt way too fast and uncontrolled. There was a lot of dark walking over bogs and falling in a stream but by then I could talk to my friends to distract me and keep me happy.
A beautiful moment was when I switched on my head torch and the snow was sparkling in the light. And it meant I could see how deep the footprints that I was trying to follow were.
Afterwards my body felt wrecked but my mind was spinning with all kinds of thoughts about how this day had evolved and what it meant.
I had without doubt had an adventure and we had talked about the types of fun, mainly 1 and 2. Type 1 is fun, when it’s happening it feels enjoyable. The early part of the day and the more technical bits I found fun.
I descended into type 2 (only fun in retrospect) somewhere in the gully and only the presence of Kevin and his knowledge and experience stopped it from going into type 3 (not fun ever, dangerous and scary etc) because I trusted him to know if I was over stretching myself and what to do if something went wrong.
Afterwards I felt amazed that I’d managed it at all and it’s made me consider trying things that I thought were physically beyond me like climbing some more mountains.
Thanks to Kevin for being a great teacher and companion and to Rob and Brian for their patience, friendship and photography.