Days like these

There are few places quite like Torridon. And when the weather is good, none that are better.
On days like these, it is almost entirely possible to forget the nightmare of damp, midge ridden torment that is just as much a part of this landscape - in fact my earliest recollections of these mountains are filled with midges and like most who return, I have a few horror stories that make those who have never been, question why they ever would.
Not a question that needed asking on this day.
Of course it still requires a bit of leg work to reach the good stuff and a little time to work out how to make the best of what's on offer. This was my third variation of a route that finishes with the classic descent to Annat, and there is one more to ride which I suspect will be the best yet.
Heading on and up, Beinn Damh beyond - a mountain I distinctly remember climbing at the age of six. And the midges.
An Ruadh stac looms above the bealach, our high point for the day - not so high really but then everything in these parts starts at sea level.
The start of a long and varied descent, past lochans...
...beneath steep cliffs...
...across rolling slabs...
...along fine singletrack...
...and more slabs backed by the finest views of the greatest ridges the mainland has to offer...
...to finish like so many of these routes, amongst the pines...
...by the coast - our camp for the night. It really doesn't get much better than days like these.

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