As part of an overnight trek into the Grey Corries, Darren and I had ticked off the two Innse Corbetts prior to a recce round the Lairig Leacach bothy and a fine evening stroll up the coire between Stob Ban and Stob Coire Claurigh. At the bealach, we found a perfect pitching spot, camped up (I'm free) and had oor dinner before an evening stroll/scramble up Stob Ban. What a brilliant sunset we got and we took a gamut of photos when suddenly, Darren took on the appearance of something not of this terrain. The developing darkness and sunset with the camera aimed at his silhouette projected an awful image and made my chole loosen. He was the Grey Corries Ripper! I left him to it and scarpered down the tricky scree slopes to open the hip flask and proffer the Ardbeg. It was a pretty cold night and I slept little. At 0510, Darren awoke me with a shout that the sunrise looked 'awesome'. Indeed it was. We revelled in that, breakfasted, then de-camped. We were on top of Stob Coire Claurigh by 0710 and Darren had nabbed the 1st Munro top, Ceannain, by 0740. I then received news that Bin Laden had been killed and that they had thrown him in the sea - have they not seen Transformers 2 when Megatron comes back?? Our romp across the Grey Corries was memorable with crystal clear visibility, a somewhat biting wind but beautiful conditions. Our walk across to Sgurr Choinnich Mor was also a delight although the eventual descent back to the car via the disused tramway did result in an unexpected 'a cheval' manouevre, which was precarious. 2 Corbetts, 4 Munros and I'm ready for the Munro 50 challenge.
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