Maol Chean Dearg lies between Upper Loch Torridon and Loch Carron. I climbed this 3,060 ft peak in August 2006 on the wettest day that I have climbed a Munro. I could hardly see a thing on the mountain as it was shrouded within very low cloud. The walk up from Loch Torridon is a joy, firm underfoot on stalker trails and across great slabs of exposed granite. The round journey took 5 hours which is quite a long time but I did come down the steep north side (above) extremely slowly and had to retrace my steps frequently.
Two things of note. One I was trying out my new Berghaus over-trousers. They received a stern test and I was delighted with them – I was bone dry underneath. Secondly, and unbelievably considering the conditions and the mountain’s remoteness, I met a chap on the summit who was half way through his second round of munros (yes that is 283 x 2). A small part of me thought, somewhat uncharitably, “get a life” but then I admired him – no better way to get to know your country and each mountain seems different each time you see it.
Oh yes, and before any of my “friends” revert, the mountain’s name describes me to the T.