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Given the rivers we were anticipating paddling, this was never planned as an official
club trip -
The journey up bode well for the week ahead -
Sunday -
As we were all paddling I've no picture of this yet -
After much guidebook thumbing (there'd be a lot of that over the week), we opted
for a something to ease ourselves into Scottish paddling and to make sure that Sarah
and Nic got some paddling in as well. So it was off to Glen Roy to do the lower section
to Roy bridge and continue on the Spean to Spean Bridge. Although despite the heavy
overnight rain the river had only just come up to a paddleable level -
Anyway there we are in the middle of a remote valley in Scotland and who do we meet
-
The Roy turned out to be quite a gem, lots of sections of grade 3 in a remote steep sided valley, but nothing too serious. Although Sarah and Nic may disagree as they provided some rescue practice, with Nic even hitching a lift across the river in Gareth's canadian at one point. To be fair to Sarah and Nic we had pitched them in at the top end of what they had paddled before (or even a bit above it) but they made a good job of getting through most things.
Once the Roy joined the Spean it became a much wider, with shingle rapids and some
bouncy wave trains. The only trick bit being Railway bridge falls -
Joining the two river together meant a long trip, so we were glad to reach the get off and head back to the cottage to get warm and try to find somewhere to dry all the gear. Overnight we had plenty more rain!!
Monday -
All this rain must be going somewhere -
Nic and Sarah waved us off from Spean Bridge and, as there's no way to get near the river to take photo's, headed straight for the cafe. For the first 3km you wonder what the fuss is about, but after the half way mark things get interesting. Cliff marked this point by testing the water temperature.
In the gorge proper, rock walls tower above, large lumps of bedrock jut up (the size of big buildings!) and the river twists, turns and drops round, through and over them. Needless to say a fair amount of time was spent inspecting (not a place to forget your shoes eh Matt!).
Opting to portage headbanger -
A the next significant rapid, the river just disappeared through a small gap. Inspection revealed a boily area, pushing you back against the rock wall then followed by a drop which looked a bit sucky. Cliff chose this point to have some swimming practice, first in the boils. Once back in his boat (briefly), he went for the drop only to spend a fair time hugging a rock like it was his new best friend while his boat spun around in a vicious eddy next to him. Paul and Les to the rescue, while Matt was oblivious to it all waiting to run it in the eddy above.
Sadly, for Cliff another out of boat experience followed on the way to the famous
(or infamous) constriction. Here in low flows the whole river squeezes through a
tiny gap -
Finally the gorge eased and we were relieved to find that the girls had left the
comfort of the cafe and were waiting for us (although they'd not brought us cakes).
Sadly, we don't have any photo's of us in the Gorge, but maybe this is a good thing
as it has to be experienced to be believed!
Oh, as we got off it started to rain -
Read on for Tuesday to Friday
Les Ford