In 2014 there was a review on Trip Advisor about Ben Nevis.
It read something like-
“very steep and too
high, boring. After going up mount Snowdon by train in Wales I’d forgotten just
how high some mountains can get. And they don’t come much higher than this one
- that’s for sure. LOL! This was almost a FULL day’s climbing and my girlfriend
was crying at one point.
When we did get to the top there was nothing there (Mount
Snowdon has a pub, restaurant and toilets at its top). Luckily we had brought
some sandwiches and drinks, so anyone else climbing this one - BE WARNED- there
are NO facilities at the top. The climb basically went on for far too long and
the last part was particularly steep and difficult. It was also cloudy at the top so the view was
non-existent. The long walk back down was boring and again took too long. It
was a great relief to get back to our B&B in Fort William for a hot soapy
bath and the joys of a flushing toilet with soft toilet rolls. This attraction
is free but I honestly couldn’t imagine anyone - and I mean anyone - paying to
climb this. The people of Wales have the right idea. If your highest mountain
is a bit steep and a long walk up for a lot of people just build a railway to
the top! Brilliant!”
What a load of …..! Anyway
that review has been viral now since it was written, and folk just keep adding
to it. My own thoughts on the subject in question were penned as such.
‘Ben Nevis is hard to find, they didn’t even put it near a road. It’s hard to see as it hides behind other mountains, you’d think they’d put it at the front. And worst of all, it’s not pointy at the top, the way a proper mountain should be.’
At least what I said is true. Ben Lomond is kind of lovely,
and easy to see, nice car park, good coffee house at the bottom and the top is clear by 12 noon most of the time.
Ben Nevis, past the top of Glen Coe and over a bit is
the highest peak in the UK standing at 1345 metres. The second highest peak in the
UK is very close by.
It’s a bit of a weird one, as in Fort William the top of the Ben is right
there, towering over the village. It sits on the right as you head north, the water is to the left. Yet driving past the village to turn right to
drive up Glen Nevis, the mountain manages to jump behind another mountain and now sits on the other side of the road. I still
can’t quite reconcile it in my head.
We were staying at the flood plain known as the Glen Nevis
camp site, near the Ben Nevis visitors centre and the Ben Nevis restaurant. The camp site is right at the start of the walk to climb the ben. But you still can't see the peak at all. We have
been here for three days, and still not seen it but it will appear as large as life when we are
sitting at the traffic lights in Fort William.
Some stats- it takes nine hours to climb, up and down. It’s good
hill walking all the way, on a designated path, come off the path and you’ll be
in trouble. About 100,000 people a year
climb it, some needing rescued.
It’s not pretty. As I've
said, it looks in profile like the head
of a bull elephant, set in a landscape
of three other bull elephants.
The ben was once a massive
volcano which blew up and then collapsed
in on itself. The name in gaelic translates as the mountain with its head in the
clouds. Some translate it as the venomous mountain.
From the tip, you can
see Ireland on a clear day.
An old Observatory sits on the summit, every stone carried up by pony or by human. It was opened in 1883 and functioned for twenty years before being blown away. The ruins of it can be used in an emergency... for hiding behind I mean.
The record is one
hour forty minutes.
When my dad did his
national service, one of the fitness tasks was to run up Ben Nevis, get some
snow and run back down again before the snow melted.
He did it of course, being rather canny, he used a flask!
I think I would have liked your father. Smart man!
ReplyDeleteI'm still laughing at the cartoon at the end, which makes up for the sweating I did at the thought of the climb!
ReplyDeleteYour dad was a smart guy!!
ReplyDeleteGreat post! Maybe someday I can get over there and climb this too :) (And like Jeff, I love the cartoon at the end.)
Bravo, your dad, Caro. My dad, an avid and talented golfer (He shot his age between 74 and 85!) said his favorite joke quite often, “the Scots: a race of people who invented golf and called it a game, and invented the bagpipes and called it music.”
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