What a wonderful feeling it is to be on a snowy mountain top. I missed it and it was well overdue. The route went up the Storr and then traversed round the back missing out the top. The hight was lost and then gained again to reach the top of Hartaval, the second highest peak on the Ridge. A cucumber and ham sandwich was eaten very quickly in the windy and cold conditions, and I took extra care taking a bite out of my snickers, as I remembered when they get cold they get hard as a rock and you can lose a tooth or two. Then we needed to drop down a significant distance again and, yes, you guessed, had to climb back up and then continued in the sunshine on the long and pleasent top of Baca Ruadh. By then the cloud was a lot more merciful and cleared off allowing us to get the view of the rest of the Ridge, Mainland, Waternish, Cuillins. The view of Rona on the way down was just spectacular in the late afternoon light (image at the top)
But before we descended another surprise appeared, one that I was very keen to see for years. Mike knew the conditions were right and 5 seconds after he mentioned it, there it was. Fantastic! What can I say, it was well worth the pain and sweat.