Ben Eighe Ridge

A magic mountain day. I had the ridge entirely to myself. Fresh footprints in the virgin snow. A bit scary at times and at the limits of what is sensible solo. At one point I took a chicken run of scree off the ridge and scrambled back up a dodgy edge of gully route. Only met one person again all day - a young guy heading up to wild camp on the summit. He did look like he know what he was doing.