Maurice's Mountain Blog

Curve Gully

2009-02-08T19:04:00.000Z

Eamonn called for me. We are heading for Curve Gully. It is in snow, should be a good climb but I am not feeling right.

I leave the climb as we approach the first level. Eamonn comes with me. We decide not to head down but to contour under the Hag's Teeth. This takes us about three hours, before we drop down to the track.

Out were Eamonn, Noel, Peter, Patricia, Phil and Bairbre.

Mangerton

2009-02-04T18:46:00.001Z

Met Patricia at the start of the Bridle Path and set off. Fifteen minutes up we turned left for the Horse's Glen. We are now in snow. We cross the river to the left side of the Glen and contour for a while over the lake before starting up a gully.

We hit a rock face and contour to the right under it until we find an opening to the ridge. It is steep in places with patches of ice as we climb out of the gully. There is a howling gale on top, very cold as we look for shelter to eat.

We have our snack standing up and I put on extra clothes. We set out for the aréte, a thirty-five minute slog, snow underfoot. We stay well away from the path due to the wind.

We drop down at the aréte, patches of ice in places but no problem. We had to be careful on the way out due to ice on some of the track, but the cars were soon in view. Five and a half hours out.

Castle Hill - Bartregaum

2009-01-28T03:48:00.000Z

A phone call from Bairbre on Tuesday, was I interested in doing Castle Hill on Wednesday. We met at Castlemaine and drove west to Fybagh where we turned right and drove up a by-road and parked near a farmer's house. A five minute walk up the track and we were on open mountain.

The ground is wet and heavy for a start but dries out as we hit the spur to Castle Hill. Here we encounter another problem, one that is affecting all of the Slieve Mish area and other mountains as well. With the declining number of sheep and the present burning policy the heather is getting out of control and soon some areas of mountain will not be fit for sheep or walkers.

Anyway we continue with the walk. The sun is out and very warm, we are d0wn to one layer of clothes and make steady progress to Castle Hill. Here the Sun goes in and a strong wind blows up - on with the layers and gloves.

At the saddle below Castle Hill a strong gale is blowing. We climb to the flat before Bartregaum and turn left to begin the climb of it. Snow in places as we slog to the try point. On with more layers and a quick cup of tea in a strong wind. Bairbre takes out the compass and dials in the bearing for the Caherconree Saddle. We waste no time heading for it and begin the climb up Caherconree. Half way up we turn left for the spur down. It is very slippy and wet. We cross tweo streams without filling the boots. We cross the spur we ascended and can now see where the car is parked. A half hour later we are at it.

A five hour walk, difficult at times climbing it, and having to be very careful descending on slippy ground.

Strickeen/Tomies Rock

2009-01-21T23:23:00.000Z

Another wet & windy day. Met Phil and Bairbre at Kate's and discuss what to do. We opt for the zig-zag track which is the start to the Reeks Walk and to go as far as we can. It is raining heavily and the track is a river in places. When we reach the top of the track it is plain that advancing to Cruach Mór is out of the question. We looked at Strickeen and decided to try it.

Now, Strickeen is a small summit just off of the Reeks Walk. I have passed it several times, and always made the promise to visit it. Well now I am on my way. As we move towards its summit it gets very windy but we push on. There is a gale blowing at the top and we are literally blowing off its summit. We make a hasty retreat.

Back down the track with us, boots now well full, miserable weather. As it is still early, we wonder what to do next. We decide that there would be shelter going up Tomies Rock. Up past Bohane with us, snd start the steep climb to Tomies Rock. No wind but constant rain.

We eat at the top of the gully. I sit on a bit of heather and watch a stream of water passing my feet. We do not delay and push on to the Saddle. We hit down the steep slope for the green shed. Plenty of gutter by the deer fence.

Still raining as we reach the cars, a quick change of clothes and a fast drive home, longing for a hot shower.

Torc Kerry Way

2009-01-15T23:14:00.000Z

Another wet & windy day - no big heights today. I met Patricia at the foot of Torc. We decide to do the Kerry Way from Derrycunnihy to Torc.

We drive to the first track to Dinis and take the path towards Dinis until we meet the path from Derrycunnihy, where we turn left back to Derrycunnihy.

The walking is easy and we eat at the Eagle's Nest. We could not pass Torc without climbing it. Now it really starts to rain. Soon I am soaked, boots full but I push on upwards. No delaying on top - very windy. We head for the foot of Torc to the car. A quick change and drive out to collect the other car. Still raining.

Torc in Wet and Wind

2009-01-11T22:57:00.001Z

A wet and windy morning, miserable you could say, yet a group of us met at Molly Darcy's. Present were Pat, Liam, Phil, Bairbre & Patricia.

Pat got out of his car and walked away towards Muckross without saying anything to anybody. Patricia had to follow him in her car and bring him back.

We walked up the road towards Mangerton, taking the first forest track on our right. We walked past Bill Cullen's Killarney home. It is now pouring rain as we move on to Barr na Currane. We climb the steep gully and at the top try and get shelter by some rocks. Phil and Pat move out to test the weather but retreat fairly fast.

We return to the forest track and head for the face of Torc. The path here is now a river in places.

We take shelter in the little look out room. The roof is leaking but it is better than being on the outside.

On up the path, ducking branches of trees until we come to the waterfall. It is in flood, no passing, we turn and make our way back to the cars via the paths through Muckross, with not a dry bit of clothing on us.

Slievanea

2009-01-08T22:41:00.001Z

Met Pat at Camp and drove to Slievanea. We parked at the crossroads to Cloghane and walked in to the foot of a gully via the lake shore. We picked out a gully and started to climb.

Easy going for a start, getting steep. We are blocked by a rockface and contour to our left for a while. We pick up another grassy slope and move up. It is steep in places but fine and dry. I am able to use my hands as well as the legs. I like that when I can use hands as well as feet.

When we reached the summit it was blowing a gale and was bitter cold. We made a hasty descent down a grassy ridge, fairly steep in places. We found refuge behind a rock for a bite to eat.

We did not delay and pushed on for Coumanare, descending steeply by the wire fence. We walked out by the lake, admiring the waterfall.

Cummeenagearagh Gully

2009-01-04T20:01:00.001Z

Arrived at Lisleibane at 9am to meet Margaret & her 3 lads from T.G.H. The plan was Cuillin Ridge but from there it looked icy. We opted for Cummeenagearagh Gully.

We contoured west around Knockbrinna to the foot of the gully. An early step in the gully, no great problem. Icy patches in places but these gave no trouble. The gully was steep in places. The lads climbed at a good pace.

Eventually we came out in the Beenkeragh Skregmore Ridge. Climbed Beenkeragh and face for Carrauntoohil. The ridge is icy in places with deposits of snow in places, we move with great care. We have a snack on top and move on for the Ladder quickly. It is cold. I come down the Gates, the others the Zig Zags. The gully was nice & very dry so a good day in all.

Coomloughtra Lakes

2008-12-31T19:51:00.001Z

Our plan was to climb Beenkeragh via a ridge from the back of Eager Lake. As we climbed the Hydro Road we knew that this was out for today as we were being pushed about by a strong wind. At the top of the road we decided to do a circle of the lakes. The level of the water in Lake Eighter is the lowest I have ever seen. The wind is still strong as we move around the lakes, catching us off guard at times.

We walked out by the stream, ignoring the Hydro Road. Out were Andy, Patricia & Grace.

Carrauntoohil Centre Gully

2008-12-29T19:38:00.001Z

Met Andy and headed for Lisleibane. A cold windy day. We met the rest at Lisleibane and headed for Coimin Iochtarach. Mid-ways up the third step before the lake we turned left and approached the rock face. An initial moderate step followed by two hard moves, the first exposed. Good scrambling up to where it levelled off near the entrance to Curve.

Our first plan was to turn left here and go up the Grey Area. Here I disagreed and said that the Grey Area was too exposed for the day that was in it, as there was a nice wind and it was biting cold. Andy and I looked at each other Western-style across thirty feet of open ground.

The others stood aside watching, all that was missing were the "six shooters". Patricia broke the silence saying she agreed with me, Andy smiled and said we were right. We now had three options: Curve Gully, Centre Gully or O'Shea's. We opted for Centre. I was glad as it must be five or six years since I done it.

From what I remembered the gully had got very clean, we were in good shelter and the climbing was good. The two steps in the gully posed no problem. There was a big crowd on top, the shelter was full, no place to stop, we headed for the "Gates".

Here we stopped and had a snack in relative comfort. Except for the cold it was a good day out, being very dry. Out were Andy, 2 lads from T.G.H., Margaret, Pat and Siobhan

Purple, Tomies

2008-12-17T14:26:00.000Z

Left Kate's at 10:10 in the company of Phil, Bairbre & Mairead. Pat Daly was to come but no show.

We headed up by Bohane & Tomies Rock to the summit of Tomies where a fair gale is blowing. I found the climb so far to be OK, holding Phil with little bother. She said she had the flu and I muttered under my breath: "Thank God!".

A debate on top on whether we could go on due to wind. We decide to move on. We head for Purple, the wind dying down as we start the climb to Purple, where on reaching the summit the wind comes up again - no place to stop for our snack.

We turn around and start back for Tomies. We find shelter about two hundred feet off of Purple and have our snack. Still windy on Tomies when we get there.

We head down the spur for the green shed, the descent steep in places. I am delighted at how I got on. The weather stayed dry, a big bonus. Five hours out.

Caher

2008-12-09T13:59:00.000Z

Coomloughtra Horseshoe is today's target, starting with Caher as it is supposed to be a training day.

I set off from the Hydro ahead of the rest, i.e. Peter, Patrick, Margaret, Patricia & Tony. Find the Hydro Road not that bad, take a short break at the outlet of the lake, before crossing the bog to the Caher spur. The bog is soft and wet. It takes time to cross, eventually reaching the spur, and starting the long slog to Caher. Glad to be alone at my own pace, the ground starts to get steep and I slow down a bit but find the going OK.

After a while through the mist I see snow on Caher and after a while reach the snow band - a breeze is starting to get up.

The snow is nice but the wind is getting stronger. I see the others coming on, but realise that I will reach the first summit of Caher before them, Patricia just pips me to it.

A strong wind is now blowing, with severe gusts. I decide to turn around, do not like the look of things. The others opt to go on. I take it very carefully until I get out of the snow and wind, then relaxing and enjoy the rest of the walk out.

As I turn the car along comes Peter & the others just behind him. They dropped to the fence about five minutes from where I turned and they could go no further due to the wind.

Even though we did not complete the Horseshoe it was a nice experience.

Grey Area, Snow

2008-12-02T12:51:00.004Z

Snow on Carrauntoohil, we decide to check it out. Andy calls for me at 09:30. Patricia is at Lisleibane ahead of us. We check our gear, no chances being taken. The rucksacks are heavy - crampons, ice axes, and harness.

We follow the usual track to the first level where we have a snack. Up the scree slope, I am pushed to the front and force marched up, at a good pace, with a lot of encouragement from behind. We go straight up the narrow crack as it brings us out at a higher level near the start of Curve Direct. A lot of water coming out of Curve but we manage to stay dry. At the mouth of Curve crampons are put on, and ice axes taken out. We are now in snow.

We cross Curve and start up the grey area. A nice step for a start, but the ice is good. Rocky and steep in places but the going is good and secure. No need to rope up.

A small bit of thinking to be done before some moves. We can hear voices coming from Curve. The cross comes into sight, we are to the left of it. We come out on the ridge to Howling, and climb to the cross. Feeling hungry and have a good meal, starts sleeting heavily. The track to the Ladder is icy in places so we keep crampons on.

We head for the track to the Gates, taking off the crampons on reaching the track. We regret this after a while as the path is icy in places. By the time we reach the rescue hut it is raining heavily.

At the cars we get as wet changing as if we had not bothered to change. A great day, hope there is more snow and ice.

Coimin Peist

2008-11-25T22:15:00.006Z

Met Patricia at Cronin's yard at 09:30 and headed up the track, our aim is to do a gully on the western side of the spur that runs down from Cnoc na Peiste.

There is a new metal stile over the fence near the fiord. We can tell that is new as the paint on the rungs is still in good condition.

We slog across the bog - wet & heavy - Patricia pulling ahead. Me at my own pace. We cross the stream that flows from Loch Coimin Peist. Around the end of the spur and climb into the glen. After a while we see our gully between two rock faces. Looks steep but do-able. We have a light snack and start our climb. Not too steep for a start. Plenty of stone to step on, we proceed,
getting steeper, we stop and put away our walking poles.

We join the bed of a stream and use it for a while. It swings left into very steep ground. We can see no exit from it so we leave it and go right. We contour right on steep but good ground. We climb again, the ground now easing off. All that is left now is the slog to Cnoc na Peiste.

It is very windy on top, no place to linger, we head for the Bone, drop about 100 feet to the Bride side to get shelter for a cuppa. We descend the Bone, getting a snow shower along the way. After a while we rejoin the path back to Cronin's yard. A good day, six hours out.

Cnoc na Peiste

Torc Exploration

2008-11-17T01:12:00.001Z

"For someone seeking a relatively short walk in the Killarney area, offering a good viewing point, Torc Mountain provides the answer."

The above quote is from "Southwest of Ireland" by Seán O'Suilleabháin. It is the normal route.

Maurice and I had an exploring hike on Torc which was as far from the above description as the sun is from the moon!

Early November, a text from an enthusiastic Mossie, what day am I off. I answer back - Tuesday - exploring hike on Torc. He re-texts: "What kind of exploring?!" Giving details would spoil the fun, so we met at Torc Waterfall 10am on a mild November morning.

Mossie has not hiked much with us for a while so this is a kind of "baptism of fire".

Now, on with the route. Started hike further up the road at Gortracussane about 10am. Almost immediately into high grass terrain - elephant or deer grass - never know its proper name but it grows profusely on our routes, so the deer, goats and sheep must not like it either. Up along a few bumps, traversing, ascending, descending to avoid little gorges of rhododendrons which thrive here. Up past little rocky outcrops.

Great views of the north face of Torc, despite its heavy veil of vegetation. To the right, stony ridges and the impressive "Devil's Bit" gap at the top of a steep vegetated gully. Routes for another day.

Our eyes drawn to a rock bench running horizontal across the slope. To get to it, we chance upon a path which incredibly brings us up comfortably up through seemingly impenetrable rhodos.

Alas this does not last, as the track then winds left in a traverse. We want to go up the "Torc Direct". An upward struggle in deep waist high heather - pretending not to hear Mossie's mumbles.

Up to the base of the rock bench, which is more formidable close up. Ah well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I went up a short steep grassy step, nothing to hold further up, so had to retreat, and we both slid down carefully. Traversed under the rockband, eventually coming to a section where the rock was not so vertical, a short rockstep up to a very convenient rhodo branch which enabled us to get up.

Now the real fun started. A jungle of heather, which often hid holds, sometimes the heather was handy to grasp and haul up, but I could hear mutters and gasps behind me.

Eventually we got onto more open ground and found a lofty perch on a rock, basking in the mild November weather, a quick snack to re-energise. More grassy terrain, a bump and onto Torc where we met 2 sensible people who had come the normal route.

But we don't do ordinary. Headed off across the summit ridge - more grass, bog, holes, heather. We got separated at one stage. I encountered a herd of goats who were not impressed by the disturbance.

Maurice's arrival was heralded by some deer scampering downhill. Onwards and downwards through the edge of the wood, onto the old Kenmare Road and off down the track.

I'm often blamed for a tough or long hike, but this time Mossie was the culprit. As we descended, I reminded him my car was at Torc Waterfall, so we could descend that way or do the high level direct route. Brave Maurice opted for the high route so off we went.

Our eyesight is not too good and we can't read well so we ignored and did not understand the notice which says: "Red Trail Closed". So off we went, uphill, downhill, traversing on the trail which brings you across the face of Torc.

Poor Maurice regretted he did not keep "the béal dúnta". Trail quite overgrown but impressive. Rocky paths across streams, a little spring well, tunnels of rhodos, an old Victorian ruin.

Eventually onto more open ground and I saw Dinis Cottage far below. I told Maurice we did not have far to go but they were famous last words.

We got to a fork on the trail and Maurice opted to go right. Big mistake. Shortly we were floundering in jungle vegetation and tried to traverse to regain the path. Deep and high heather, gorse, grass, rhodos and holes to keep us muttering.

Eventually we hauled ourselves gratefully onto the original path which we had ascended that morning. Still a long descent on an overgrown path meandering down through forest, streams and rhodos to gain the road even more gratefully. A short 10 min. walk on the main road back to the car was the least of our worries.

An interesting "handy" route as we explored Torc Mountain. Maurice certainly made his return debut in style - trudging on this exploring hike manfully and opting for the direct route.

He certainly regrets not keeping "the béal dúnta", but it did him the power of good and is all psyched up for the next walk.

We go where even goats and deer are scarce, finding new terrain all the time, interesting views, handy branches, awkward rock benches, hidden holes and glorious vegetation which after a wet Irish summer is in a healthy state.

Eagle's Nest Exploration November 2008

2008-11-10T21:35:00.002Z

'The Mountains of Killarney' by J.C. Coleman: "Another of the odds and ends is the Eagle's Nest which stands like the Rock of Gibraltar on the Purple Mountain side of the Long Range, the strait connecting the Upper and Middle lakes. Hart refers to the cliff on on its north east corner as having climbing possibilities. This cliff, the reputed one-time haunt of eagles is based in thick vegetation and most of the rock outcrop is similarly treated. "

Well, no description ever stopped us, so brave Maurice and enthusiastic Patricia embarked on another exploring hike - a short hike.

Met at Dinis Cottage 10am and despite a tummy bug, bold Maurice was all set to go. In the track, and across the old weir bridge which has had a recent makeover.

In along flat grassy terrain below Sullivan's Punch Bowl and Cloichín na Marbh. Ongoing wet weather keeps the ground squelchy, swampy and encourages vegetation to grow healthily.

Crossed the river, made more awkward by dyke banks, holes and gorse in the wrong places. Our eyes drawn to the main gully, and we headed that way. The slopes are strewn with woodland, with recent evidence of rhodo clearance. We headed uphill, clambering over dead rhodo branches.

I noticed an opening in the rocky cliffs and trees which was more visible due to the rhodo clearance. I turned happily to Maurice and suggested we try it. Ever resigned, he agreed with a sigh and up we went.

A small stream trickled down. In amongst the trees which hid an interesting steep little gully with a few rock steps with handy branches to hold onto and an odd slippery move.

Closer now to the steep rock face on our right, with trees on our left. The gully meandered upwards.

A dense area of dead rhodos necessitated brute force to push our way through, veering right onto a grassy area under the rock face enabling an easier ascent to the top of the gully at a tree sheltered col.

On up the top of the Eagle's Nest outcrop, mild and clear. Great views and solitude.

Opted to descend towards the Long Range, on a slope heathery at first which then steepened considerably and necessitated a traverse right into old woodland to avoid a steep vertical section of rock.

Beautiful green old woods, carpeted in moss and on downwards. A short snack on a boulder overlooking Man of War Rock and Newfoundland. No were not in Canada, and we could not see any submarines.

Traversed below the woods and then we chose a route upwards (again) through the trees, onto more open ground, necessitating some scrambling on rock outcrops and benches, discovering heather and the ever helpful hole, hauling ourselves onwards and upwards.

False summits, grass and bouldery terrain, until eventually we got to the high point, slightly left of main summit. A gasping Maurice gratefully sat down, relieved to hear we would be descending.

I pointed vaguely towards a promising little gap and we dutifully went that way, descending bouldery grassy terrain. Then steep heathery slopes appeared so we opted to go left. Well I did. Maurice faithfully followed.

Espied a gully below and we headed for it down through rocks and heather, practising glissading. Picked up a small stream and decided to stay with it OR in it rather than trying to negotiate heather.

Some wet down climbing which seemed to go on and 0n. Veered right into mossy woodland and firmer terrain - dare I say the word!!

Crossed the river more easily now as we are more upstream in general area of Claishin na Marbh. How we seem to love this place.

Out over the little grassy bumps, diverting into gorse to make it more lively.

Maurice was grateful to see the Long Range come into view and the old weir bridge.

Back onto the road, and Maurice reminded me it was more uphill going back to the car as the road rises to the main road. But that was no problem to us. Back to the car 3.30pm. A half hour earlier than last week - a short "handy" hike again.

Maurice decides the legs need a rest and opts to give the wall a miss.

A lovely hike in remote wild country, having deer and birds for company, plenty of varied terrain to negotiate. Sure, why would you want a straight forward route.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Planning the next exploring hike. Maurice is alive and well. As Margaret said to him once, if it does not kill him, he will be all the stronger for it.

Just as well I am not a mind-reader as I am sure that during our hikes, some thoughts would not be too complimentary to me!!

OK Maurice - ready for the next one?

Cuillin Ridge

2008-10-22T22:05:00.004+01:00

Arrived at Lisleibane to find the County Council working there, putting in an extra car park I think. Phil came a few minutes later. four lads there intently examining a map, after a few minutes one of them comes over to me to ask where were they on the map. A lot of water in the Gaddagh but safe crossing at the fiord. We again crossed at the mouth of Lough Callee and headed for Lough Coimín.

The ground becomes more steep, the grass more slippy, and the pace slows, and we stop a few times to catch our breath, we reach the ridge after forty five minutes. The ridge is enjoyable with good scrambling. Here we had to put on our good over jackets as there was no shelter from the wind on the ridge.

On reaching the summit of Cuillin we eat, and afterwards decide to go our separate ways, Phil going on to Carrantoohil, I dropping down the Ladder.

It has become very eroded near the top and I take it easy, arriving at the car about three forty-five.

Mangerton with Monty

2008-10-17T21:31:00.000+01:00

Had lunch at Muckross & then headed for Mangerton with Monty. Turned very wet after a while. Met Patrick O'Connor and his wife. We went as far as the cairn over the Punch Bowl and turned around. Very misty. Dropped to the lake and had some lunch. Monty enjoyed two packets of 'Buttons'. Good and wet when we reached the car. Margaret waiting for us.

Gleantanassig

2008-10-15T21:21:00.001+01:00

Met up with Phil & Bairbre at Curraheen church and drove to Gleantanassig, keeping up with Phil as she drove was no fun.

We drove in the road where the stained glass showrooms are and parked near it.

We headed up Arraglen, great scrambling for a start, no trouble to Phil or Bairbre. The scrambling lasted for about forty five minutes, then the long slog to Stradbally began. It is a gentle slope but seems to go on forever. Near the top I began to tire so at the top I said "Goodbye" to Phil & Bairbre, and turned for home via the wire fence, they going on to do Beenoskee. It was wet & windy on the way down, had cup of tea, and reached the car at 2:45.

As I changed the clothes a farmer of my own vintage came along, and we had a lovely chat for half an hour. He told me the history of the area. When he was young there were five farmers with sheep on the hill, now there were only two, and they doing it as a hobby. He was going up to Arraglen Lake to check for his sheep.

Cnoc an Bhráca and Alohart

2008-10-01T20:58:00.000+01:00

Met up with Phil, Bairbre & Patricia to do Tomies Wood because forecast said gales, but upon arrival decided that it was calm enough to do some climbing so headed for Kate's and Cnoc an Bhráca. Up the zig zags, me hanging on to keep up with Phil & Bairbre, Patricia blazing ahead.

It started to rain as we climbed so on with the wet gear. Crossing the bog to the foot of Cnoc an Bhráca was messy, very wet and soft in places.

As we climbed Cnoc an Bhráca the wind caught us and it was hard going to the top, I was glad to have a walking pole. On top we decided that Cruach Mhór could not be reached, as the ridge could be dangerous.

A decision to descend by Alohart was taken. I have often climbed the Alohart Gully but never descended it and immediately regretted not having brought my camera. The views down the Gully were fantastic.

Half way down we stopped for a bite to eat. As we finished Patricia announced that she was going to head away from us and take in Stuicin. The rest of us said "No thanks" and we headed for the top of the zig zags across the bog. We descended in good form having had a good day. Four and a half hours on the mountain.

Mangerton with Monty

2008-09-24T19:57:00.000+01:00

Grand dry morning so about eleven o'clock decided to head for Mangerton. Monty enjoyed the climb even though he had to be helped up some steep rocks. On top we enjoyed a snack, me a banana & some chocolate, Monty a bar of chocolate.

As he is fussy about the water he drinks, I took a bottle of his favourite - rain water, so I gave him a good drink out of his own bowl.

We turned for home in brilliant sunshine, Monty leading the way down, dragging me after him on his lead.

Howling

2008-08-31T14:11:00.001+01:00

My brother Tom expressed an interest in climbing Howling Ridge so we picked a Sunday to do it. I asked Andy along and Conor, my sister's son, decided to come also.

We met at Lisleibane, Andy having his friend Mags Barry along. We set off for the top of the "Gates". I found the road in fairly hard so Tom took some of my gear.

At the Heavenly Gates we put on the gear and roped up. Five of us on the one rope, Andy leading, followed by Conor, Mags and Tom, with myself bringing up the rear. The climb of Howling was great - no trouble to anyone - Andy delighted to be leader and Conor loving it. At the top of Howling Tom and Mags had to be photographed on an exposed rock. We now turned our attention to the climb to Carrauntoohil. I found it hard and was glad when the cross came into view. A bite to eat on top and then descent, Tom and I via the Gates, the rest coming down the zig zags from Toinne.

A lovely day - good rock, and enjoyable refreshments at Kate's.

Carrauntoohil

2008-08-10T19:52:00.000+01:00

During the week Marie Milau & Daniel asked me to take them on Carrauntoohil on Sunday. Very bad forecast on Saturday for Sunday so they decided against going. I decided to go anyway.
Frank and Tomas met me at home, me taking the car.

It got very wet on the way in the Hags Glen with no let up. Up O'Shea's, very windy when we reached the ridge to Carrauntoohil.

Paused while we were having a bite on top in Andy's repaired shelter. A fast return down the Gates. Boots full by this, luckily it cleared as we reached the car, giving us a chance to change in the dry.

Exploring

2008-08-03T19:20:00.000+01:00

Andy & myself had often looked at the gully to the left of Curve Direct and wondered what it would be like. We decided that the only way to see it was to abseil down from the top. We set Sunday 3rd August as the day to see it.

Andy called for me at home. We loaded his car with ropes & hardware. On the journey we decided to ring Margaret but there is a misunderstanding re the climb. Herself and Patricia are to follow on.

At Lisleibane we sorted the gear, Andy takes an abseil rope, a climbing rope and full rack of gear. I took an abseil rope, and a half rack of gear. The women are also to bring gear & ropes. I feel the weight on my back but make good progress in.

We climb up Curve Direct up the ridge from it, cross the stream and swing left for the top of our gully. There are fantastic views of the first level and Coimin Iochtarach well below us. We see Margaret & Pat walking toward Curve Direct.

We select anchor points for the abseil rope. Five in all, we are taking no chances. Andy prepares to enter the gully as the women arrive, our greetings receive a frosty reply. Andy drops into the gully, we hear a lot of loose stones moving and we get no reply to our calls as he descends lower.

Eventually a reply, do-able but would have to abseil down a waterfall, we say "No thanks". Andy re-climbs and we pack up the gear. Mist now coming in and we decide to head for Carrauntoohil. We are well to the left of Curve Gully. New ground but we decide to work our way up. Grassy in places, some scrambling, some interesting moves, but we make steady progress, eventually coming out on the ridge to Howling near the cross. We enjoy a cuppa and head home via the Gates.

A good day even if we did not fulfill our original goal, but we now know what it would take to abseil that gully.

Carrauntoohil

2008-07-20T18:56:00.001+01:00

Siobhan and Andy are taking their friends up Carrauntoohil for a day out. I join them. The walk is enjoyable and the craic is good. Up O'Shea's and down the Gates. A lovely day with weather to match.

Carrauntoohil

2008-07-13T18:49:00.000+01:00

Andy taking his friend Mike to Carrauntoohil. I am invited along. I leave Lisleibane ahead of them but they catch me as we cross the stream for the first level.

Andy and Mike blaze ahead but I keep Margaret in my sights up Shea's. I find the going OK and when I reach the top they are still enjoying their snack. I join them in the shelter for a cuppa.

The descent is via the Heavenly Gates. The walk out the glen is lively, more of a run, but I enjoyed it.

A nice walk. The weather was good.

Hags Teeth

2008-07-04T22:05:00.005+01:00

Window in rock face

A Friday off, and Margaret and Gerard are in Dublin, so I decided to do a walk with Patricia. We scrambled up the Hags Teeth, over the Hags Glen.

Patricia in rock face window

On the way up we came to a rockface with a hole the shape of a window in it. We stopped to take some photos of it.

The weather is nice, and the scrambling good. I am enjoying myself.

As we leave the scrambling and climb to Knockbrinnea the weather changes - rain and wind lash us.

We head for the Beenkeragh Skregmore Ridge in heavy rain and strong winds. We decided not to stop for lunch - the weather was too bad.

We descended the ridge towards Knockbrack, but before we reached Knockbrack we swung right and contured along the foot of Knockbrinnea to Lisleibane, where the cars are parked.

Four hours out, no break, bad weather - but I found the going not so bad.

Glenbeigh Horseshoe Area

2008-06-29T21:54:00.001+01:00

Mullaghnarakill Spur

Patricia leading a walk in the Glenbeigh area on Sunday. During the week prior to the walk there were a lot of phone-calls - people wondering who was going, because a Patricia walk usually has a bad sting in the tail!

Liam Daly, a fellow walker of the same pace, rang to say that he would go if I went, so we decided to participate, along with fifteen others.

Andy called for me on the morning of the walk.

The climb to Mullaghnarakill was steady and the pace not bad. I enjoyed it, along with Andy's company.

We headed along the ridge over Comreagh, and stopped for lunch over Coomasahern Lake, with beautiful views.

Coomasahern Lake

After lunch we dropped to the floor of the glen and walked around the head of Coomasahern Lake to begin the climb to Coomacullen Lake.

The climb to Coomacullen

The pace was now starting to get to me and I slowed down. Andy stayed back to keep me company.

Liam was just ahead and I could see that he was suffering too. Up past the lake and on to Meenteog. Going really slow now and after what seems a lifetime we reach the summit Meenteog. Relief - descent at last!

We go down the spur to Knocknaman. Beautiful views, and taking it slowly. The cars' are in sight. Most of the participants are at them.

I changed clothes slowly - stiff and sore after seven hours of hard going - but the views were worth the effort.

After a day or two I was fine again.

Curve Ridge

2008-06-15T22:44:00.001+01:00

Andy announces that we will climb Curve Ridge on Sunday. I'm looking forward to the climb as I feel that when I get on the Ridge I will have no problem.

An early start. Frank called for me at 07:15 and we travelled to Lisleibhane, where we met Margaret and Andy.

I feel the extra weight of the climbing gear on the walk in, but I feel happy as I am doing what I like best.

We head for Curve direct and cut on to the ridge that leads to the foot of Curve Ridge. Here we rig ourselves out in climbing gear - harnesses, ropes, and all the other equipment that will be needed.

Andy

Andy decides to lead the first pitch, with Margaret belaying him. Frank followed as 2nd, with myself going next and Margaret bringing up the rear.

We had no trouble on any of the pitches. I enjoyed going up the overhang, and it did not take us long to reach the Cross. About five pitches in all.

We returned by the Heavenly Gates and went to Kate's for a drink after, all of us feeling contented about the day.

I had sore muscles for a couple of days but really enjoyed the day.

West Cork

2008-06-01T22:41:00.000+01:00

Walk in west Cork led by Phil O'Mahony. We travelled together to the start of the walk at Lauragh.

It was a beautiful, clear day with no navigation problems. I enjoyed the walk - the pace was not too fast and Jimmy Laide and myself spent a long time chatting at the back. I am very thankful to him for staying back with me.

Reeks walk

2008-05-18T22:29:00.000+01:00

Reeks walk coming up on Sunday, wondering "Will I, won't I?". In the end I decided to go and to go as far as I can. There are plenty of cut-off points along the route anyway.

Frank calls for me and we head for Kate's, where we board the bus to take us to the hydro. There is a stampede off the bus, and a blistering pace set from the word go. I decide not to try to keep up, and set my own pace to the top of Cahir.

When I get there, there is no sign of the group to be had. I set off at an easy pace for Carrauntoohil, and when I get there I decide I will go down by the Heavenly Gates.

I ring Margaret to collect me at Lisleibane. I enjoyed the walk out at my ease and meet up with the group later at Kate's. It will be a while before I am fit for the Reeks walk.

Peicins - Molls Gap Area

2008-05-11T20:03:00.002+01:00

Peicin area

A text message from Phil to say they were doing the Peicins. I met up with herself and Sheila at Molly Darcy's and drove to Galways Bridge, where we parked. On arrival Phil found her platypus empty, it had leaked in her car on the way from Castleisland. We shared our water with her. Phil was also wearing ankle support on one leg after hurting it some time ago, I was hoping it would slow her a bit, I was being mean because I would not wish any harm on Phil.

Sheila and Phil

The climb up the Eagle's Nest area was not too hard and I kept up no trouble. The walk across Foardal was good, even though a bit heavy underfoot. The climb up Derrygarriff was slow and hard, and I found it hard to keep up. I was very glad when Phil suggested lunch on the top.

The march on to Peakeen was slow, with heavy underfoot conditions and plenty of slab-climbing, and I was good and tired when I got to the top of it. On the top we met a man from Kenmare and he was kind enough to give us a half bottle of orange for which we were very thankful. We descended to the Kerry Way and walked back to the cars. The walk out was longer than we expected. A 6 1/2 hr. day.

Cloon Lake Area

2008-04-27T22:49:00.002+01:00

Travelled with Frank Donlan as far as The Climbers Inn, where we met up with the rest of the gang - 17 in total, for a walk in the Cloon Lake area.

We doubled-up in cars and headed for Cloon Lake, where we parked at the northern tip of the lake. The walk in the northern path was lively, with the ground wet and boggy - me in my usual position at the back.

The rain came in after a while and it was on with the wetsuits. There was good scrambling on the rock slabs as we head towards Knockmoyle. Slings had to be used in places.

The climb before lunch was hard going, and I was soon joined at the back by Liam. The field was now fairly well spread out. We stopped for lunch on spot height 582. The mist was now clearing, and I was very glad to take off my leggings, as they are a drag while walking.

The final climb to Knockmoyle is steep and slow, but I got there. The descent from Knockmoyle is steep and we have some good back-climbing to do between the crags.

We contour the side of the hill to Ballytrusk, where we cross at the saddle. The walk from the saddle to the track was all waterlogged, and most people got their boots well full!! I was glad to be walking out the path towards the cars. A six hour day.

We all made it back to The Climbers Inn, where we had some refreshments.

Bird Hill to Carran

2008-04-20T21:33:00.000+01:00

I was detailed earlier on in the year to lead this circuit. We assembled at Kilgarvan church and proceeded to the start point under Bird Hill, where an obliging farmer allowed us to park our cars in his yard.

Fifteen of us gathered to look up at the first climb of Bird Hill via a steep gully. I knew at that stage I was not the most popular man around!

The first climb of Bird Hill and Gullaba Hill were steep and slow. We entered mist before we reached the top of Gullaba and it was map and compass for the next three hours. We had our lunch sitting on a bleak mountain, with the mist swirling around us. There was not much talk.

We had no views of the cliffs or lakes around Knockboy Hill. We were very glad to take a left turn on Knockboy and begin the descent to the main road at the top of the pass, where we had a fast snack.

We were down out of the mist at this stage and started the walk to Carran. We were very glad when we saw the farmer's yard and our cars ahead. In all, it was a seven hour walk - mostly over boggy terrain - and I was good and tired when I got home, many in the group vowing never to go there again!

Waterville Area

2008-04-12T21:33:00.000+01:00

Travelled with Frank to Waterville to go climbing in the Lough Currane area. Met rest of the gang at Waterville church and travelled to Isknaghiny Lough.

Parked one car within the forestry track and started climb. The start of the climb was hard, over slabs of rock, but eased off midway into the climb. We did a circuit over the forest, which took us three and a half hours in brilliant weather. A day enjoyed by all.

Purple - The Easy Way

2008-04-08T21:53:00.003+01:00

Glas Lough.

Met Patricia at Kate's. She drove to the top of the Gap and we set off for Purple. A nice walk up by the Gas Lough. The climbing gets steep from here on and as we reached the top of Purple it's sleeting, and there are patches of snow on the ground. The walk to Tomies is in mist.

We wak out the long spur off of Tomies and back the road to Kate's.

Carrauntoohil via Coimin Iochtarach, down the Gates.

2008-04-06T21:53:00.001+01:00

A good clear day, but very frosty. Set out from Lisleibane with Frank, who is setting a good pace in the track. We decide on Coimin Iochtarach and O'Shea's. We are climbing in brilliant conditions. Frank is steadly pulling away from me and is waiting for me at the top of O'Sheas.

Iced up Cross

Patches of ice now on the stone and have to be careful, cross has good coating of ice on it.

We stop for a bite on top, the cold making sure we do not stay long. We head towards the top of the ladder, but turn off for the track to the Gates before we reach it.

I always like the track to the Gates, wonderful views of the Hags Glen. From the Gates to the Hut is very steep downhill and we exercise great care. However we met a group of about fourteen young scouts from Limerick going up and we wondered about their leaders. We were worried in case they dislodged any stone on us. However, we considered ourselves lucky when we arrived at the hut. A nice walk out to the car in brilliant sunshine. The round trip took four hours fifty minutes.

Kilgarvan, Part of Bird Hill Horseshoe.

2008-04-04T22:29:00.000+01:00

Back to Kilgarvan area to complete Bird Hill Horseshoe. Meet Patricia at Kilgarvan Church and head for Bird Hill where we leave a car continuing to the top of the pass with the other where we park. We hit for Knockantooreen, the going is easy a few gentle climbs mostly down hill. Two hours later we are down. We call to a house to enquire about going through their land and they have no objection. We chat for a while with the two elderly men and their mother. We ask about the way into the house from the road and learn that their is no passage only a path which crosses two rivers by footbridge, they park their car near the main road a fifteen minute walk from the house.

Footbridge across one of the rivers.

A typical day with Patricia, hardly any talk, she going ahead and waiting for me at points along the way and moving off as soon as I catch up.

Derrymore Glen

2008-04-02T17:20:00.001+01:00

Met Phil, Majella and Patricia at Curraheen Church and discussed options for the day.It was decided to head for Caherconree via Derrymire Glen as that route would be easier for me. We take two cars to Derrymore and park at Martin Griffins. As usual no problem parking here and appreciate that an eye would be kept on the cars for us.

Derrymore Glen

The walk into the Glen is easy with gradual height gain. The mist is down and we cannot see the back of the Glen but Patricia assures that she will be able to pick out a nice gully to climb out of the glen. I begin to shiver when I here of Patricia picking out a nice gully, and as usual she does not disappoint, it is nice and steep. I suffer going up this gully,the other three are belting up on steep grass, I am fairly nervous, first gully in eighteen months, trying to keep others in sight. At last come to a rocky area and catch up with the others looking up at a sheer face of rock blocking the route. We traverse to the right on steep grass but after a while it eases off and a nice short climb to the summit of Caherconree. I gladly sit down to draw my breath and have a cup of tea.

The walk to Baurtregaum is straight forward and the going is easy, the pace has slackened off a bit. From Baurtregaum we head directly to Curraheen. I am glad to sit in the car and head for home, even though tired I am happy, fitness is starting to come.

The Paps and Climbing Wall

2008-03-25T20:00:00.000Z

Arranged with Frank Donlon to climb the Paps. Met at Farranfore Railway Station, Frank doing the driving and headed off for the Clydagh Valley, parking at the start of the track to Shrone. A short walk up the track looking out for the narrow fire break to our left which would lead us on to the mountain.

Fire Break

The surface of the Fire Break is very boggy and we were glad when we were out of it and heading for the Eastern Pap.The climb is steep and an hour later we were glad to be on top. A short break,the wind is bitter cold and onward to the western Pap where we had a snack. Wondering how we would return and decided it would be easier to return by the east Pap again. Another struggle to its tiop and then down the mountain to the Fire Break and back to the car. Three hours from car to car.

Frank on western Pap.

Went to climbing wall, Andy again doing taxi. Enjoyed the climbing and did one good traverse.

Bird Hill to Knockboy

2008-03-22T20:30:00.002Z

Five miles south of Kilgarvan lie a lovely range of hills in the shape of a horseshoe. I am to lead a walk here in April so it is time to get to know the area fairly well. It's been about ten years since I walked the area but, as I am not back to fitness yet, we decided to do half of the walk today and the rest later on. So we parked a car at the top of the pass for collection at the end of the walk and then returned to the start in another car.

The climb to Bird Hill is steep and I found it tough enough. From here we picked a nice gully to the top of Gullaba.From here starts the long bog slog to the foot of Knockboy and a hard climb to the summit. From here it is over a 3km walk, all downhill, to the car but the ground is rough and boggy so the going is fairly slow

The walk took five hours and I hope to return in the next week or so to complete the horseshoe.

Carrauntoohil and Climbing wall

2008-03-18T22:52:00.004Z

Devils Ladder

Decided on St. Patricks Day that I would walk on the following day. Thinking of Mangerton but forecast was very good so decided on Carrauntoohil via O'Shea's. However, while walking in the Hags Glen saw snow on O'Shea's so opted for the Ladder, as I felt that it would be enough to carry myself up, never mind battling snow.

The weather was lovely with warm sunshine but as I started the Ladder it turned cold as I was in shelter. The climb to the summit took three hours but it was lovely on top. Had a quick bite and decided to return by the Heavenly Gates. As I was leaving a man asked me what way down was I going and, when I told him, he asked me could he come with me as he had never done that route. I enjoyed his company even though he was a bit slow descending from the Gates. He was a Meathman. It was very busy on the mountain for a week day.

When I got to the car there was a text from Andy that he was going to the climbing wall and would call for me at 19.15hrs. Got home, had a quick bite and got the gear for the wall ready. The wall was quiet so Andy and myself decided to test our skills and do a traverse. Was nervous at the start but all went well. If it is quiet next week we will do the same again. A long day.

Torc and Lord Brandons 09/03/08

2008-03-09T17:46:00.006Z

Present Lord Brandons

Got up early on Saturday the eight to do Mangerton but weather very bad so did Torc. Strong gales on top and some heavy showers but enjoyed it. On Sunday walked to Lord Brandons . A few showers but a nice walk.

Tower on original lord Brandons

Torc again with Monty

2007-12-23T19:27:00.000Z

Sunday - nice and dry. Mom at decorations, so decide to head for Torc once again with Monty.
Very windy, especially on top. Am starting to use Torc for training as I am anxious to get fit fairly fast. Enjoyed the climb and another climber took the photo on top.

Carrauntoohil by Night

2007-12-21T11:21:00.000Z

Had a phone call from Phil last Sunday night enquiring how I am getting on, and she mentions an early climb of Carrauntoohil on Friday morning, meeting at Lisleibane at 05.30 hrs and if I am interested. Spend all week thinking about it, 'Will I? Won't I? Will I be able?' Anyway I decide to go as far as I am able. Up at 04.00 and get ready. There are a good few at Lisleibane when I arrive. They are waiting for others. I strike off alone as I need to put as much distance between myself and them as I can, as I know they will catch up. All went well going in the Hags Glen, the head torch lighting the way. As I approach the foot of the ladder I find it harder to pick up the way as there is no defined path here. Arrive at foot of ladder and start to climb. I take it very easy and gain height easily. After a while I see the head torch's of the the main group approaching. They catch me about two-thirds of the way up, we exchange greetings and I am alone again, but happy. The climb from the top of the ladder to the summit is one I never liked, but I put the head down and go for it. I can see the lights of the main group ahead and I am surprised they are not that far off. A steady climb up, stopping for one break, and eventually I reach the top where their is a party on. It is Phil's seventieth birthday. There is wine, fruit cake and sweets doing the rounds. It is very cold and windy so we do not delay long.

It is now bright as we head for the top of the ladder and head down. Found the descent easy, it is clear with nice views of the Hags Glen.

The walk out is good - chatting with friends I have not met in over a year. We finish off the morning with a cup of tea in Milltown.

Torc, again

2007-12-17T18:57:00.000Z

Dry hard day - very clear.

Head to Tralee in the morning to meet some Bus Eireann friends and when I am returning home about twelve I said to myself: 'What the hell. I will head to Torc for the evening.'

Had a lovely climb and felt well, but most important knocked a few minutes of my last time. It was grand and clear on top with good views, but Mangerton was in mist. looking forward to next time.

Mangerton

2007-12-15T22:02:00.000Z

Saturday 15/12/07. Dry and clear.

It's time to move on a bit so I head for Mangerton. When I arrive at the car park I see lights on a car and a couple walking up the road. I call them. Yes, it is their car, and they are very thankful.

Start walk, and I am surprised at how well I climb. I watch a few in front and am amazed that I am gaining on them. Very happy. Strong gale at the Punch Bowl. I stop for a while and consider my options. Head for the esk between the Punch Bowl and the Horses Glen. Got knocked about a bit, but once I reach the esk I am in shelter and have an easy climb to summit. Not as windy on top but, as I descend to the outlet of the Punch Bowl, I again get caught in the gale as it blows across the lake. Take it very easy and careful, crossing the outlet of the lake and find shelter to have a cup of tea. Nicest tea in a long time, really enjoyed it as I sat on a rock with the wind blowing around me. As I descended the wind died away and I felt very content. The climb took three hours and forty minutes.

Torc again

2007-12-03T22:02:00.000Z

Monday 03/12/07. Dry and dull.

Torc again. Had a good climb, enjoyed it and knocked twenty minutes off of the last climb.

Back to the Hills

2007-11-26T22:02:00.000Z

Monday 26/11/07.

Misty. Decide it's time to start climbing again so decide to start easy. Head for Torc. It's misty and damp but I'm in good form. I take it easy and arrive on top feeling well. Have a short look around and head back. Arrive at the car feeling well and check my time. Fairly slow. Over two and a half hours.

Winter break

2007-01-20T19:56:00.000Z

Hello all!

I've had a long break. Caught a bad cold in November which kept me out for a long time. Then I got a hospital appointment for January, which kept me off of the high hills. Minding myself. I am now recovering post op, and hope to be back on low level in a couple of weeks. However, Ballygamboon and Torc were visited fairly regularly during the off period.

Foilmore Area 07/11/06

2006-11-09T19:26:00.000Z

Frank Donnelon picked me up at 08:00 hrs at home and we drove to Foilmore church where we met Margaret and Patricia.
We parked our car near the church where the walk would end and drove to the start of the walk with Margaret.
We parked near Coars school and started walking up the hill to Caunoge - not bad. From here we headed uphill to Coomacarrea - an hour of hard climbing. Felt it a lot.
Teermoyle was next. Fifteen minutes. Not bad. We had a cup of tea in this area before starting for Mullaghnarakill - a long bog trot.
Soon after this we took a bearing for a small lake, but missed it. The result - another climb across the spur of Beenhill.
Eventually we saw the Kerry Way ahead of us and were glad when we reached it. We turned left on the track and a half hours walk saw us at the car.
The day was misty - no views, and light rain at times. Nevertheless, a good five hours forty-five minutes of good walking.

Wales Oct. 2006

2006-11-09T11:36:00.000Z

By Patricia McGuirk.

THIS CLIMBING LARK OCT 06

A weekend planned in Wales – rockclimbing and hiking. Off we went via Andy’s new house in Knockreagh – incidentally a mountain of the same name overlooks Kenmare but I don’t think that bit of info meant much to the Boss.

A snack in Roscrea and then a clear run to Dun Laoghaire. It’s handy having a Dub on the team giving an easy route to the ferry.

All aboard the Seacat for a choppy seacrossing, lots of plans made, and Fluffy gets mobile phone tuition from the Boss about predictive text etc, etc.

There was an initial plan to do a rockclimb before booking into our hotel, but somehow that did not materialise. Maurice voiced caution, he is not a C.O. for nothing and all agreed that 3pm was too late to commence a climb on Milestone Buttress. A grateful rejuvenated Maurice went down on his knees to thank Andy for not going ahead with the climb.

So the quartet heads to Betsy y Coed. Lippy and I sharing a room. The lads each in a single room as Andy is inclined to snore a bit.

Full of enthusiasm we head to the Beacon climbing wall beyond Llanberis. As usual Andy knows all about it, and in no time at all, we are at the climbing wall.

Each had a few climbs including a few lead climbs. I faltered near the top, intent on retreat but a brisk command of “Get up there” had me scampering to the top of my lead climb. Talk about Hitler!

Margaret took it all in her stride. Top rope and lead climbs no problem and introduced me to the bouldering section.

Maurice and Andy teamed up doing impressive lead climbs. We think we climbed more than them, as anytime we glanced over, they seemed to be coiling ropes or talking whilst we were climbing!

Friday – breakfast 8am and out the door. We are all well trained. You don’t put your fingers on Andy’s car to open the boot. By Day 2 I had located the button to press to open the boot, much to Andy’s relief and peace of mind.

Tryffan's Heather Terrace beckoned so off we went on a dry cloudy morning uphill steeply feeling the loads. First Pinnacle Rib was the goal, but the weather dictated otherwise. By the time we got to the base of the climb, it was raining heavily and not suitable to climb.

A quick teamtalk resulted in an ascent to the col traversing a rocky slope. Deposited haversacks at the col, to do a quick ascent and descent of Tryffan’s summit though stalwart Andy carried his haversack up and down. A quick “Hello” to Adam and Eve, an even quicker turnaround, and back to the col.

Bristly Ridge was the next objective via the chimney. Loose and wet in the chimney, and hard with the heavy loads. Margaret took a tumble at the base but the C.O. was at hand to keep an eye and lend a hand. Exiting the top of the chimney with help from Andy’s sling. I sit down and wait for Margaret and Maurice. Then I’m told I’m going back down the chimney to retrieve fallen gear. Didn’t realise Boss has shaky hands. You don’t argue or protest with the Boss so I meekly backclimbed gingerly retrieved the carabiner and climbed easily back up the chimney under the gaze of interested onlookers below.

On up Bristly Ridge. A quick lunch sheltered by rocks. On up to the Clyders in low cloud. A ghostly place of boulders in the cloud, but taking time for a photo shoot on the cantilever and a stone armchair. A fast descent on the scree slope, and down by via the impressive Devils Kitchen for a welcome cuppa at Ogven Cottage.

Saturday – Snowdon beckoned, amidst heavy rain and wind. Up the face of Crib Goch and onto the ridge – Andy striding along as if he was on a dual carriageway getting muttered expletives from lesser mortal climbers as he strode past them into the fog. As for us three, we carefully picked our way along the ridge – it wasn’t the day or the place to lose your footing. On to a cold, wet, windy Snowdon summit invaded by hordes of people despite the inclement weather. A quick descent Pyg track.

Back to the climbing wall for a few more exercises. Andy on an impressive lead climb on a overhang. Maurice ventured high too on the lead climb, so did Margaret but I chose the top rope.

Sunday brought the promised dry cool sunny weather. So back to Heather Terrace for our second attempt on First Pinnacle Rib. Margaret had the climbing book and we had chosen this route. Off up the main track, I headed off at my own pace, assuming the rest of the team knew the route from the other day.

Well you should never make assumptions. I sat in the brief sunshine at the base of the climb, checked the details in the book, sauntered around and kept a lookout for my team-mates.

Time passed, then Andy was seen coming up the track, looking flustered and dishevelled, and dare I say a bit exhausted! Margaret up behind him not looking too fresh either!

Boss said Maurice was mislaid, so we downed gear and went downhill – Andy as ever not parting with his haversack.

As I write this, I’m still flabbergasted, trying to figure how all my team mates missed the straight forward obvious path (I thought) leading to Heather Terrace.

Poor Andy and Margaret overshot the turn and proceeded downhill only then realising that Heather Terrace was above. I’m sure the profanities were loud and explicit from the boss as they both trudged up a steep heathery slope to eventually regain the path.

In the meantime the C.O. had gone out of sight, so we were now still looking for him. Another group thought they saw him above the Terrace so Andy climbed up a gully to find the bold Maurice sitting on a rock pondering his next move.

The C.O. had climbed so high that Tryffan summit beckoned close by but Andy had his moment of fame as he strode up to Maurice in mountain rescue mode, to rescue Maurice from his rocky perch.

Maurice had ascended where eagles dare on a high traverse of Tryffan’s slopes, and so nearly had the distinction of climbing Tryffan twice in one day! The rescue gully is now Andy’s gully.

Even more interesting to note, our boss is one for gadgets and had provided a radio for himself and Maurice the other day. As an experienced team member, Maurice had the radio and used it to call Boss but amazingly Andy’s radio was safely sitting in his car (so that it would not be overused). None of the rest of us had radios or phones on the day the team went in all different directions.

There was a few comments about the leader (me this time) not waiting for the others, but I commented on the need for certain people to do navigation courses on a day when the path was clear of cloud.

Anyway Andy has another G.P.S. gadget to guide him in his car on the right road and route, but interestingly missed the big blue sign on the M50 for Limerick – apparently he was busy looking at roadworks. But then he does wear glasses for driving!

Anyway back to First Pinnacle Rib which we finally got to. A difficult climb in great weather. Andy in his element and at his powerful best leading an impressive climb. The yellow slab is a very difficult move, made easier by the fact that earlier we had done another very difficult hitch rather than the easier standard route. Just for fun and ever increasing confidence.

A few fun episodes on the climb. Andy strongly tempted to sock it to another climbing duo who were a bit grating on the eardrums and crossed our climbing line.

I decided to give boss a near heart attack by unroping halfway up a hitch. That’s confidence for you!

Poor Lippy couldn’t detach a recalcitrant box, so Andy abseiled to retrieve it but he even had extreme difficulty dislodging it.

Margaret returned the compliment by gracefully backclimbing thus to retrieve yet another piece of gear that Andy had dropped yet again! Those shaky hands or do we shatter his nerves!

Maurice took it all in his stride, calling on a few holy names at times.

Then we were on top, coming to Adam and Eve from a different angle, looking down on a team negotiating the last pitch on North Buttress. A quick late snack on top and an even quicker descent via Heather Terrace.
A most entertaining weekend. The main object being the climbs and hikes, but the banter and sheer fun made it really enjoyable.

Andy did all the driving and leading, loved dropping gear, in full mountain rescue mode, and gave Lippy such a strong helping hand that he nearly landed her at Pen y Pass.

Margaret was the main entertainer always with the last word, keeping an eye on Maurice who really went where eagles dare on that high traverse.

And me? Well I also retrieved gear, surprised myself with my climbing, looking forward to the next weekend away.

To finish on a high note – we just barely made the ferry. The last car on, and the doors started to close. We like to live dangerously.

Gleana / Torc 08/10/06

2006-10-15T21:08:00.000+01:00

Four of us met at Lisleibane - Andy, Margaret, Patricia and myself to try Pipets Ridge again. We sat in the car as it lashed rain and blew a gale, and decided that there would, once again, be no Pipets today. We decided to abandon the climb and to head for Kate's for a cuppa. On arrival we found Kate's closed. Andy decided to return home, while Margaret, Patricia and myself decided to do a short walk to Gleana. We took the upper path to where it doubles back and headed for the rhododendron on the shoulder, and entered the path through them to Gleana.

The path was rough but the growth was fairly well cut back. On arrival at Gleana the level of the lake was high but we decided to wade through it, and got the boots full.

We spent some time at Gleana looking at the ruins of old hunting lodges before proceeding towards Dinis. Here the ground was boggy with plenty of holes full of water. On arrival at Dinis we enjoyed a cup of tea and some cake. I took off my boots to empty out the water and wring out the socks. We looked at our options and headed for the face of Torc.

I had for some time been looking at a narrow path through the rhododendron up the face of Torc. We decided to try it. It was very steep and pretty well closed in in places, and were having to be careful where to place our feet.
Eventually we reached the path that crossed the face of Torc. We turned left and enjoyed wonderful views of the lakes and Muckross before starting the descent via Torc waterfall to the car park. Now our cars were near Tomies wood so we hired a taxi to take us back. Five hours of good walking even though it was very wet underfoot at times.

Lough Duff area 03/10/06

2006-10-11T22:23:00.000+01:00

As told by Margaret Griffin.

A MEMORABLE DAY WITH MAURICE 3/10/06

A bright October day and 5 of us headed to the Black Valley for a hike. Tony and Peter fresh from a week on Skye, Patricia back from the Pyrenees, and completing the group Maurice and myself.

As usual Patricia had an idea to do a different route and her patient friends complied. We parked near Lough Reagh, decided to walk in and scramble up towards the main falls. That took longer than it looked, as boulders were greasy and awkward, with gushing water to contend with, criss crossing, and detouring.

Early on, I decided wisely to hug the left bank. Peter scrambled over wet slabs like a goat. Tony, Maurice and Patricia persevered determinedly, at one stage Maurice and Patricia swung along the branch of a holly tree.

Tony gratefully accepted a helping hand to avoid a dip in a deep pool. Maurice decided it was time to follow my route.

Peter, Maurice and myself regrouped at the base of the main falls. Tony and Patricia climbed up a little chimney, and awkward boulders, looking down on the trio. The falls were impressive close up. We decided to climb alongside the falls, as it was not feasible to climb the falls direct.

I proceeded to traverse slippery rocks, to gain the safe left bank, having a few contacts with the ground on my posterior. Maurice photographed enthusiastically and followed cautious

Peter, Tony and Patricia proceeded to scramble up the right side of the falls, with one particularly interesting move. All met safely at the top, and we followed the banks of the river, aiming for its source at Lough Duff.

A few sprinkles of rain had Peter sheltering under an overhang. We did not realise until then he was afraid of rain. Anyway three of us followed suit, but I braved the elements and stood on the opposite bank. The rain never really materialised. In fact it got quite warm.

The original intention was to climb a gully at the back of Lough Duff, leading almost direct to the summit, but my beady eye was drawn to another gully left of the summit, so we headed that way.

A stony watery gully, but water never stops us. Loose in places. Peter and myself, negotiated one slimy rock slab while the other three contoured and we met again in the gully. The gully continued to steepen and narrow, with good holds.

Now Maurice decided to lead the way, and at the same time tested our reflexes. Maurice was climbing up, and suddenly seemed to lose his balance. He lost contact with the rock and started to fall towards Patricia but Patricia somehow supporting him from behind and avoided a serious fall. Tony cleverly moved out of the way but thankfully neither Maurice nor Patricia were hurt. Tony has a great knack for avoiding, ducking imminent danger – reminisces of a bull comes to mind but that’s a story for another day.

Shortly afterwards, the gully started to peter out and it was noticed that Maurice was one of the walking wounded. Blood dripped from both hands, and earlier he had grazed and cut his knee so he looked a seasoned warrior.

The two nurses in the group gave swift attention to Maurice. As blood dripped, I wondered would we get AIDS. Dressings applied, which included an impressive bandage supplied by me. Resourceful Peter had the scissors to cut the bandage. Maurice was tended to, and I took time to cut an offending fingernail of my own.

On up the steep short grassy slope onto the main ridge in sunshine, with Maurice patiently tolerating smart comments. Andy will have to hear about the first aid, as one evening he was descending from Bothán with Maurice, sprained his ankle, and had to hobble painfully back to the car with not a bloody nurse in sight!

Late lunch in sunlight, Peter deciding to dine on his own below us. Then time to go on. Tony must have had a magic potion as he took off at a fierce rate and was a speck in the distance.

On over the hills to Knocknabreeda. This is the standard descent route but we had decided to continue on the main spur and descend near the turn off for Lord Brandon’s cottage.

We spread out now, as it was quite a long section distance wise. Patricia stayed near Maurice and he decided to have his second mishap. Loud mutterings Patricia turns back to see Maurice gamely lifting his right leg out of a boggy hole. Both legs smeared in muddy soil, all she could do was laugh, after first checking (of course) that Maurice was not injured.

All regrouped at the next hill and patient Maurice had to endure laughter and jokes at his expense. By now he really did look a sorry sight, with bandaged hand and muddy legs.

Time was passing, all the hills were climbed (the big ones anyway) and we aimed to descend the long rocky spur with lots of ups and downs, contouring rocky knolls and steep slabs, high grass and hidden holes, to emerge finally at the car below Derrylooscaunagh alongside the Cearhameen river in beautiful October sunshine.

Maurice still had another adventure to pack into his day. Peter and Patricia climbed up two small rocky knolls and descended to the car on dry terrain.

I took the low “safe” route and proceeded to find watery holes amidst the grass en route to the car.

Tony and Maurice brought up the rear on the low “safe” route. Maurice took out his mobile phone to make a call as the end was safely in sight (he thought) and then managed to sink into marshy ground. The hapless phone got a ducking too. Tony turned around in amazement to see Maurice holding aloft a somewhat waterlogged dripping phone. I don’t think he got to make that call.

Finally all regrouped at the car amidst more gales of laughter at Maurice’s expense, and his latest mishap. To his credit he took it all stoically. In all his years on the mountains he said he never had such a day of misadventures, but he certainly gave us all a wonderfully entertaining hike. We seemed to continuously dissolve in laughter as Tony explained the latest mishap.

To end on a happy note we were all safe and well, despite a bruised, battered and muddied Maurice. The lads proceeded to undress at the riverbank, and I got the chance to catch it all on camera. A great day was had by all but the day really belongs to Maurice. It will be a long time before he forgets this particular hike. The fun, enjoyment and banter was infectious.

As I chose the gully, it’s now called “Lippy Gully”.

Peter thought he should bring the Club hike on this route but we advised him not to!

Tony continues to evade danger.

Patricia’s role – just planning the route and then deciding to get me to write about it. 6 ½ hours out at a fast pace. A glorious autumn day. Rainbows galore. October sunshine, and Maurice’s exploits made today a memorable one on the mountains.

Margaret Griffin

Curraheen Circuit 26/09/2006

2006-09-28T22:53:00.000+01:00

Met Bairbre at Curraheen Church at 09.30hrs and headed up the track to the waterworks. We stopped to have a look at what was once a lovely building but is now starting to crumble. It was built in 1879 to supply water to the town of Tralee and continued in use until about 1980. It was fed by the Curraheen river.

We left the waterworks and headed for the hard climb to Knockauncorragh. Mist was now starting to creep in around us and by the time we reached Glenbrack the mist was well down.

At Gormagh the map and compass had to come out to guide us to the start of the climb to Baurtregaum. It was now raining heavily and by the time we reached the top we were soaked. A quick bite to eat and change into dry tops (not that it made much differance as we were as wet in a few minutes) - ten minutes in all. We dialled in forty-four degrees on the compass and started down. Too wet for a photo on top. As we decended the rain stopped and the mist began to clear.

We had one more look at the waterworks and continued to the cars, ariving at 14.30 hrs. For training purposes I took a full rack of gear and felt it very much on the climb to Baurtregaum.

Carrauntoohil 10/09/2006

2006-09-12T22:48:00.000+01:00

Five of us gathered at Lisleibane at 08.45 hrs to climb Pipet's Ridge - Andy, Margaret,Barbara, Siobhan, and myself. Andy arrived in a large red Ford Transit van. He was using it to move house. We set off, well laden with gear, for the top of the Heavenly Gates, where we planned to kit out. On arrival we discovered there would be no Pipet's today - high wind and wet rock would make the scramble dangerous.

Carrauntoohil was decided upon and we headed up a rocky and stony climb, eventually reaching a damp and dreary top. A quick meal and we decided to split - Andy and Siobhan descending via O'Sheas and Margaret, Bairbre, and myself by the Zig Zags from Toinne. At this point Andy introduced his walkie-talkies - giving one to us - and we tried them out on the way down, communicating with each other.

I found the climb of Toinne hard with a full rack of gear in the sack. On reaching the Hags Glen we went left and decended by the stream that flows into Loch Gabhrach - a lovely decent - and a little on we met Andy and Siobhan. We reached the cars at 15.00hrs, all happy after a good day.

Luigi Gully

2006-08-13T21:56:00.000+01:00

My idea. I think it's the first and last time that 'Boss' will allow me to suggest a route. I was full of excitement at Lough Gouragh -deciding to do "Luigi Direct" from the Hag's Glen in to the old stone wall. Andy was leading as usual and we had some faithful sheep in tow. Andy, Maurice, Margaret & I.

It was dry at first but there were some wet & slimy sections. We used the sling at times. Up to the Heavenly Gates for lunch.

Some team members thought that the hardest part was over. I looked up. 'Luigi' is deeply cut and, at best, at times looks dark & menacing. There were some slimy, awkward places & we needed the sling to be hauled up. At one stage Margaret solo-climbed, slipped & landed beside us.

It was time to negotiate. Our leader, Andy, headed off with rope, countouring the slope, & eventually his voice was heard above us. Unknown to the poor mortals below, we were headed for the crux.

'C.O.' was next to climb. Up the route Margaret had tumbled off. We got to the top of the first section. Margaret & I decided it was easy - spoke too soon.

'C.O.' was in an area hidden from our view, enclosed by steep walls. A forlorn voice could be heard beseeching Andy: "I'm stuck". Hold tight.

Oh dear - we looked at each other. After what seemed a long time, Maurice landed gratefully beside Andy.

My turn - yikes. I was advised by Andy to veer right & up. I obliged by going up wet, slanting rock, then, hidden from Margaret's view I was confronted by a vertical wall of slime.

I looked up, left & right, in horror. Speechless. An ice axe could come in handy.

Extremely helpful advice shouted up by Margaret did no good. I was eventually hauled up by 'Boss', who must be wishing he was elsewhere. Margaret's turn now, and she found that her helpful advice earlier to me didn't help her either, so she got hauled up too.

On another pitch, Maurice & I were alongside on a sling up a rocky section. Away above a noise was heard.

Andy bellowed: "Below". Maurice & I both ducked. A rock bounced between us & ricoched down. It seemed a while before it hit base.

The smell of sulpher was strong. Poor Andy was the wounded hero. The rock had dislodged on the ridge above him and hit him on the foot, causing a tear on the boot, some curses and a bruised toe, but despite discomfort he held us on the sling.

Otherwise I would not be writing this or Maurice would not be editing it.

Later on we descended by the Heavenly Gates & looked up proudly & tiredly at Luigi Gully. I don't think we will be doing it in the near future.

Pipets Twin

2006-07-23T21:56:00.000+01:00

With Andy, Maurice and Margaret. We were supposed to climb Pipets but missed it, so we ended up doing a new route. There were some interesting moves & spectacular stances. Then we had a bouldery ascent to the summit. We met 2 people descending - they were slow to heed our advice but eventually they retraced their steps to safety.

Central Buttress with Andy, Maurice, Margaret & Posh

2006-07-16T21:56:00.000+01:00

En route to the base of the climb, Andy showed us the route on the North face of Binn Chaorach that he and 'Lippy' did. Impressive and daunting! Andy was leading on the buttress. Me in climbing mode - confident and happy on rock.

'Boss' & 'Lippy' nearly coming to blows in a heated discussion about tying a knot. C.O. & I kept silent. It was hot on top, too hot to go on to Cnoc an Chuilinn, so we had a nice descent via Green
Gully and a paddle in the lake.

Curve Ridge

2006-06-25T21:56:00.000+01:00

Andy, Maurice & I. Up Curve Direct first. Andy wanted to know what Curve Direct meant!

Maurice led on Curve Ridge, helped by 'Boss'. We had 4 long pitches. Maurice felt it was easy, opted for an extreme route & got stuck! Andy went to the rescue to release him.

There was mostly dry rock but it was loose & muddy in places. Happy to summit. Maurice seems to be anti-helmet! He borrowed a helmet from 'Boss' and, on summit, proceeded to kick it down towards Curve Gully. The expression on 'Boss'! His face was priceless.

Needless to say he is reluctant to loan gear to the C.O. I rescued the helmet.

Howling Ridge

2006-06-14T21:33:00.000+01:00

A sunny day. Maurice, Frank, Bairbre & Margaret. Decided to use rope for safety. It was Frank's first climb on Howling & I like to use rope on it. Maurice - stalwart leader - guiding safely.

Posh & Lippy, natural climbers, don't need a rope but all used it. At one pitch Posh counted '1,2,3'. Margaret looked at her as, despite counting, Posh hadn't moved. Not sure what that was about - ask Posh.

It was a hot day. Me using platypus. Somehow it was acting up & the rubber top fell off and landed safely at the bottom of the pitch beside Posh & Mags. I had to clamp tightly on the tubing to prevent it pouring out.

Frank seemed to enjoy the climb too - he's a strong man with all the transport work. Maurice led us all safely

Toinne Gully Sunday 30/04/06

2006-04-30T15:58:00.000+01:00

Sunday morning, Andy, Margaret & myself meet at Kate's and decide as planned to head for Toinne Gully. Drive into Black Valley & climb to Curraghmore Lake, where we pick out the Gully and have a good look at it. The mist is down and is starting to close in.

We don full wet gear as part of the climb is into a full waterfall. We also kit ourselves out in full climbing gear.

Easy scrambling for a start, then a difficult section where we went left shortly after another hard scramble. After a while we come to a grassy bank and decide to have a snack.

On again and meet large boulders blocking the way. We crawl into a cave, pulling our rucksacks behind us and emerge out a narrow opening at the back. Some easy scrambling before we come to the waterfall, which is about sixteen feet high and vertical. The thought of climbing up through it makes me shiver.

Andy, however, produces a roll of insulating tape and we tape our jacket cuffs to our wrists. Andy is volunteered to lead. I am to second. I watch Andy's moves very carefully. He digs his walking axe into a small crack with his right hand and looks for holds for his left. Finds a small one and climbs up on very small holds.

He drops his axe on a rope to me, I tie on, and start climbing, using the axe and what holds I can. Cannot look up too much or the water will flow down my collar inside my jacket. Make it up, Margaret follows.

We climb on, on steep ground to next hard section, near the top. No hand or foot holds, no going back. We are committed. We see a small rock spike to the right but out of our reach. We have great fun trying to throw slings over it, eventually succeeding with one.

We knot it and use it as a stirrup to reach the spike. We are up.

It is now easy scrambling to the left of Toinne, where we eat standing up. It is now cold and wet so we do not delay. We drop down the back ladder in silence, cold & wet. We are glad to reach the cars and change our clothes.