Showing posts with label grasmoor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grasmoor. Show all posts

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Not Quite the Coledale Horseshoe Part 2



So – as the phone, chocolate brownies and Dave disappeared into the distance with the rest of the group looking on with a sense of amazement (mainly that Dave was staying upright on the frozen, ice-covered snow – like Torvil and Dean but without the skates) we all had a sense of fear that the phone was in fact doomed!  However, diving through the air with a leap that was worthy of a seasoned rugby player, Dave tackled the phone and saved it!  We all cheered until we saw brownies flying across the icy fell-side as a result and the collective “nooooooo!!!!!” from the group was probably heard in Carlisle.

Grasmoor from Wandope
I had a moment of doubt at this point as I was the only person holding a brownie in my hand as I had been offered one before the phone incident.  I weighed up how fast I could run if the group decided they wanted to share it.  Mmmm...my previous attempt at fell-running had not ended happily and on ice my chances of escape were low..... Fortunately Dave retrieved all the brownies and started heading back towards us as a collective sigh of relief that they were safe spread around the group.  Oh yes and we were pleased that Dave (who had gained hero status) was safe as well.  

For about half an hour, all that could be heard for miles around was the sound of our laughter, with Gina (happily reunited with her phone) probably the loudest of us all.  It was hilarious to watch and I am quite confident that sledging iphones and flying brownies are a Lake District first.

Helvellyn range from Wandope
After all that excitement we had another route discussion.  It was midday by then (we had been walking for three hours) and still we had not reached a single summit.  This mattered little as we were all having such a great time but we decided to divide for a while as we all had different priorities.  Jim and Cindy had already started to head up to Eel Crag rather than continue to the summit of Grasmoor and I wanted to head to Wandope so I headed off on my own to that summit.  I said to Gina (who was valiantly trying to put on her new micro spikes) “I will be fine – you guys can catch me up”.  Catch me up?  On a mountain?  Now that is a sentence I never thought I would say!  

Eel Crag ridge from the edge of Wandope
It was a lovely walk.  With an unconventional sideways and tentative style I managed to stay upright going down the icy snow and the route along the edge of Wandope to the summit was an easy stroll with amazing views of the rugged slopes of Eel Crag and to Grasmoor and the rest of the group (with Gina’s laughter still echoing from afar). I stayed away from the edge as the iphone incident showed how slippery the frozen surface was and I had no intention of sledging over the precipice!Finally, having walked around and between summits all day, I had reached my first one!

After leaving Wandope I joined four of the group and Lassie on the slopes of Eel Crag and we headed to the summit to wait for the others and have some lunch.  Lassie developed eyes that could have rivalled Tilly as she looked at each of us in turn for some food.  She was not disappointed.  The rest of the group joined us and our next stop was Sail.  

On the narrow ridge (a bit wider here)
The ridge between Eel Crag and Sail I had done before but that was in the summer a few years ago.  I had forgotten how narrow the ridge was and with snow and ice and steep drops either side it was quite treacherous in places.  I was pleased I was wearing my well-padded ski trousers as I resorted to using more than just my legs and arms!  At a particularly icy and rocky part, Steve stood in front of me as I edged my way down in case I slipped.  I suspect he was just as pleased as me that I did not fall as it was a long way down!  As I got to the bottom of that section, about five other people from the group appeared having found a nice gentle path around the edge of the rocks.  Sigh.  Then Steve and Dave waited patiently as I took forever to negotiate every rock and section of ice on the rest of the descent.  I was probably being over-cautious but in those conditions (which were not unexpected) it is so easy to injure yourself or worse and I did not want any broken bones.  When we got to the top of Sail, we looked back and the ridge looked even worse than when we were on it.  Really steep and narrow.  I was glad that mission was accomplished unscathed!
Looking back to Eel Crag

After Sail we headed down towards the valley again with plenty of “oohs” and arm waving as a few of us took it in turns to slip on the icy paths.  I slipped quite badly at one point but picked myself up and continued down with zero points for elegance. We climbed Outerside and then Stile End but could not face Barrow.  Besides, Gina had mentioned the “P” word (pub) so we went straight back down to the Coledale Inn.  Gina won the prize for the most acrobatic slip without falling over and for the most elegant fall.  I must say that for much of the route we had an excellent view of Grisedale Pike – we just never quite made it to the summit!

The Coledale Inn was a nice pub with a pretty Christmas tree and large open fire.  There was much laughter as we relived the iphone incident and an eventful walk.  Okay, so it was not quite the Coledale Horseshoe as we had planned (Gina christened it the “Coledale flipflop”), but it was a great walk with some really nice people.  Six months ago I did not know any of them and some I only met that day but we laughed a lot and had a great time.  I have made some lovely friends in the Lake District.  

In years to come I expect parents will recount the “legend of the sledging phone and flying brownies” to their children...
Grisedale Pike - the summit that never was!

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Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Not Quite the Coledale Horseshoe Part 1


Our walking group
Robert Burns once said: “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry”.  This proved to be true about our attempt at climbing the Coledale Horseshoe from Braithwaite near Keswick.
There were 13 of us and Lassie the dog out on another Twitter walk, some regulars and some who were joining us for the first time.  Our mission was the Coledale Horseshoe – a series of six mountains with the potential to add two more if we were feeling active. Simple!  The first mountain on our route was Grisedale Pike and we headed off confidently from the car-park along a low-level path at the foot of the mountain.  I was pleased about this as I had done the Coledale Horseshoe a few years before and had taken the path on the other side of the car-park so it was nice to do a different route.

We walked and chatted looking down at a frosty stream and in front of us a valley stretching out towards Eel Crag and Hopegill Head and behind us, views of Skiddaw and Blencathra.  The sun was shining, the mountains were snow-capped and I was wearing my vibrant pink ski trousers and bright white ski jacket.  No chance of losing me! All in all it was a perfect day to be walking the fells.
Skiddaw & Blencathra from the wrong path
After about 30 minutes of walking on a flat path gaining absolutely no height at all it dawned on us that we were on the wrong path and the towering summit of Grisedale Pike on our right was not getting any closer.  We were in fact just skirting around the bottom of it.  Group walking mentality at its worse as we had all just been following each other assuming someone else knew the way!  We toyed briefly with the idea of scaling the exceptionally steep bracken-covered slope to reach the ridge we should have been on but I think my face and the face of some of the others meant that idea was quickly dismissed (but honestly it was so steep I would probably still be trying to climb it now!)

We decided to head to the ridge at the head of the valley and then double back to Grisedale Pike.  Good plan!  Off we went again still in high spirits with the view of High Force and Low Force waterfalls and Force Crag mine (which looked like an abandoned set from an old Western film - you could almost see John Wayne appearing from one of the buildings).  

Force Crag Mine
A tricky river crossing saw me waving my arms around to balance but I made it safely to the other side although Sian had a tumble (she was not the only one during the day by any means!) and then we started gaining height for the first time.  


Walking in pink with Gina (photo by Phil Corley)
The snowy mountains all around were just beautiful.  Whilst the shadowy crags looked quite forbidding at times we could see the sun catching the fells higher up and it was stunning.  The strange thing was however that our target of Grisedale Pike was getting further and further away as the path snaked its way upwards but in the opposite direction to the one we needed.  The path was starting to get icy and I confess I slipped and caught myself on the bank (witnessed only by Jim I am pleased to say) and as we reached the ridge we had another route discussion.  Given Grisedale Pike looked like a distant speck on the horizon (well not quite but nearly) we decided to head straight to Grasmoor instead.  This was one of the additional mountains not on the official horseshoe.
 
Walking into the sun
Helvellyn range
With each step we got further into the snow and it was amazing. Grasmoor sloped up to the right with blue sky overhead and Eel Crag to the left.  Gina and I stopped for a photo shoot and then after Gina slipped on the ice (earning a score of 10 for elegant falling) we reached the col (dip) between the two mountains with the sun pouring over us like custard over brownies (sorry – I was getting hungry by then) and the silhouettes of the group looked striking.  The Buttermere fells and the Scafells came into view along with the Helvellyn range.  The Helvellyn range from that side looked a gentle and inviting series of ups and downs whereas the Scafells and surrounding fells looked much more dark, rugged and forbidding.  

Climbing Grasmoor
The final ascent to Grasmoor saw us negotiating snow that had frozen overnight and was really crunchy and then slippery in places.  Ice-dancing became a new sport of mine but I scored low points sadly.  As we got to the first cairn though, we decided it was brownie time.  Hurrah!  Dave handed them around and I took one from the box and then a potential disaster occurred!  Gina’s iphone in its red case slipped from her hand and started sliding down the icy slope.  We all thought it would come to rest in a little dip but it seemed to build up real momentum and kept going.  Gina looked quite horror-stricken at the fate that was befalling her phone so Dave started running after it on the frozen snow with the box of brownies held aloft like a waiter holding a silver tray  It was reminiscent of a scene with Manuel in Fawlty Towers.  This led to calls from all those in the party of “don’t drop the brownies Dave” and we watched in awe as phone, brownies and Dave disappeared into the distance......

Part 2 to follow.....
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