|wheels or feet|
|There she blows|
|Eagle - distinctive ridge above the furthest left snow patch|
|Avalanche probes ready for action (notorious spot)|
|Jack getting excited|
|The first pitch|
I'm a light sleeper and cars were arriving from 5.30am, and when I saw firstly a piper in a kilt, and then a car of 3 unloading climbing gear and ropes at 6am enough was enough I got us up. Jack and Jenna looked a little perturbed by me peering into their car window and informing them that its time to go!
The 3 climbers were German, and set off 45 minutes ahead of us, we presumed heading for Eagle Ridge as its the most obvious option in these hills.
|Jack trying to enter the sentry box - no room!|
|bringing Jack up to the last belay|
|now give me my gear back and lets get out of here|
|Where did the sun go|
|And where's my bike|
|back in the glen|