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  • Carrot Ridge in Connemara

    (by Allister Gerrard, from IMC Newsletter Spring 2012)
    An ascent of a classic mountain route, a regular feature of the annual IMC springtime meet in Connemara.


    The Irish Mountaineering Club meet in Connemara is strongly associated with the late Hugh Sharkey who had organised the meet over many years. Hugh’s walking prowess was legendary. He once completed the gruelling “Maamturks Challenge Walk” back to back – yes, he went from start to finish and back again in one day. This annual meet is always well organised and popular with IMC folk. Carrot Ridge usually draws a few interested members, weather permitting. It was named Carrot Ridge by Joss Lynam and Liam Ó Réagain who believed they were completing the first ascent in 1949; however they later learned that some Cambridge students had previously climbed it in 1933.

    Directions

    Once in Connemara take the turn off the N59 for the R344; from the north coming from Letterfrack / Kylemore Lough / Leenaun or from the south coming from Maam Cross / Recess.

    Parking is available on the main road at a lay-by just past the bridge over Tooreenacoona river (GR 824 555).

    There is walking access via a private road south-west that leads into the Gleninagh Valley (Gleann Eidhneach) and River at GR 820 562. You would be advised to seek permission from the local farmer before proceeding too far down the private road, especially if travelling in a large group through this quiet area. We did not have a problem and managed to slip by unnoticed.

    See Ordnance Survey sheet No. 37 or Harvey’s Connemara Super Walker maps (the latter actually has Carrot Ridge marked) at GR 816 532. It is a pinkish slab to the left of the main cliffs.

    Description

    Carrot Ridge lies just north of Bencorr and southwest of Bencorrbeg (577m) and more precisely just north below Binn an tSaighdiúra (the 653m spot height shown on the 1:50,000 map); here is where one will find Carrot Ridge, in the Twelve Pins.

    Walking into the Gleninagh valley the hustle and bustle of busy life slips away as the beauty of this wide expansive area coupled with its remoteness and stillness takes hold of you almost immediately.

    The Carrot Ridge climb is graded Difficult and is 275m long. Total height gain to the summit of Binn an tSaighdiúra is approximately 620m. When descending directly back the round trip is 11km. The time taken to climb the route will vary depending on the party and other factors and can be from as little as two hours to over four hours.

    Aileen and I climbed the route in April 2009. The following day we went back early in the morning to meet Pádraic Gibbons who had bivied at the foot of the ridge from the night before. When we met him that morning for a cuppa, he had already climbed the ridge earlier that morning solo. After tea, all of us decided to climb it again.

    The route of the ridge becomes clearer as you near it. To the left as you approach from the bottom (east) the ground slopes away, to the right (west) it drops off steeply into a gully with more craggy ground beside it. From the private road, we continued south-west until we chose a point to cross the Gleninagh River, with boggy ground underfoot. I would not recommend it to a hillwalker lacking climbing experience. We used a rope and climbing gear for most pitches. Those who solo it know their own capabilities and limits and can protect themselves at crucial times. The rock itself is quartzite, with white and pink colours and can be smooth and sharp in places, however it offers good grip when dry and a lot of it is broken up and the rock is rough. Although the route has been climbed in the wet, I would imagine it could get quite slippery, and I would recommend leaving it for a dry day.

    The Ascent

    Although there are many ways to climb this ridge, on both of our ascents we mostly kept to the same route, but for two pitches where we tried completely different lines. I would not take too much notice of the number of pitches as once you have started you will generally figure it out as you go along and it will be obvious where to belay, solo, use gear etc.


    Pádraic on the first pitch

    There are several ways to climb it. Both times I have started it differently and after the first few pitches it all links up as before.

    Pitch 1: On my first time doing it, we climbed the slab near its left edge to a steepening (25m).

    Second time round, we started the ridge way left and up a bit from the lowest point of the ridge and meandered our way up on thin holds and gear placements.

    Pitch 2: Moving right, we continued straight up with small holds to easier ground. The easier ground leads to a wide stony ledge (55m). One can escape down to the left from here if necessary. This is the First Step.

    Pitch 3: The next pitch starts steeply, taking you to the right but more reasonable holds and is short before reaching a stance.

    Traverse left to a corner into a recess, steep for a few meters until pulling up onto a ledge of the ridge (45m).


    Aileen on the ridge

    Pitch 4: Scramble over to the left towards a chimney/corner, an interesting few meters of climbing on good gear placements onto the best viewing platform on the ridge so far (15m).

    Pitch 5: The ridge involves a nice bit of scrambling for approximately 90m with an opportunity to enjoy the views down to the valley and up to the summits around. A good feeling of being on a ridge now, as broad as it is in parts; it leads to an easy slab to the bottom of the Second Step.

    Pitch 6: Start on the left side of the wall at one of its lower points. Then move right to reach a groove on the slab which leads up the second step just right of centre of the slab. Get what gear you can in when you can as you go, as opportunities lessen as you go up; it also gets more airy, no surprise there, as the holds get thin and more delicate as you inch towards the top of this tricky slab before reaching easier ground on top (36m).


    Aileen on the final scramble

    Pitch 7: Reasonable scrambling leads up to the Third Step, with the final bit of scrambling to the top of the ridge (100m). From the top of the climb it is worth finishing by topping out on the summit of Binn an tSaighdiúra, the 653m peak.


    Allister at the top

    Descent

    From here, numerous options can be taken, depending on time.

    • Walk back down into the Gleninagh valley, out north between the two peaks Binn an tSaighdiúra (653m) and Bencorrbeg (581m), i.e. passing Carrot Ridge on your left. The ground this way is a bit steep with some loose scree. Care should be taken on the loose rock underfoot however it provides a reasonably quick descent. We kept near to the side of Carrot Ridge for the descent.
    • From Binn an tSaighdiúra walk to Bencorr (711m) first and/or over to Bencollaghduff (696m) and descend at Maumina, where a track can be picked up to descend back into the valley, or go onto Benbaun and descend to the north-east side and walk out to the R344 and back to the car.
    • Return to the Ben Lettery Youth Hostel (GR 777 484) via Bencorr/Derryclare or Bencollaghduff, Benbreen, Bengower and Benlettery, and go back and collect your car or maybe you put in a long day and had walked from the Ben Lettery Hostel to start.
    • With a car spilt, many options are available.

    Gear

    I found climbing protection sparse in places. The odd friend, hex, nut and even wire were used; a little of each perhaps. We had a 60m rope and climbed the ridge in rock shoes the first time and the second time in boots. It is probably a more enjoyable outing in boots and would be of more benefit if looking to gain experience for climbing ridges abroad.

    Finally

    Carrot Ridge may only give a taste for what may follow; if you fancy more of the same but harder there are more routes next door to the west of it such as Seventh Heaven.

    Relying upon Pádraic’s experience, a bivy at the base of the ridge can add to the feeling of remoteness and enhance the sense of occasion.

  • A Winter Camp on Lugnaquilla

    (by Allister Gerrard, fromIMC Newsletter Spring 2012)
    “A camp that’s short, sweet and spontaneous sometimes works out for the best; it was one of those times – just good craic!”


    Early in March 2009 I decided to hold a winter camp in preparation for a winter climbing trip which had been planned for one week afterwards in Scotland. I had first rounded up a few interested parties and then placed a post on the Irish Mountaineering Club forum. Even with only a few days notice to go I got quite a bit of interest. A couple of people had to pull out and it settled as a party of eight for the camp.

    I set out with Aileen Moloney, Martina Duignan, Martina Michels, Tony Groves, Tony Barry and Pádraic Gibbons. Declan Cunningham joined us later on that night. We parked at Aughavannagh at the southern end of Lugnaquilla. We opted for the lower track through the forest. This track exits about half way through the forest, which meant following the river and then crossing it in its full winter flow. The upper track (a right at the first junction) is the quicker and more straightforward route. The upper track exits at the other end of forest and leads to the South Prison.

    The day started off mild, even warm. Rain began as we approached open ground heading for our camping spot, a plateau in the South Prison area. We were pitching tents from around 6.15pm and just as it was becoming dark. By the time we got into our tents we were well soaked from three showers. We were glad of the shelter and the opportunity to peel off our wet layers and put on dry clothes. We had planned to bring ice axes, crampons and ropes for a route on the South Prison; however we decided to leave the extra gear behind as there was little snow on the mountain. There were frequent showers that evening, some very heavy, and gale force winds. At 8.30pm we decided to ring Declan while he was en route to join us. We let him know what conditions were like, but he was undeterred. Fortunately things had eased off and visibility had improved by the time Declan started walking up to us at 10pm.

    Back at camp a dinner of scrumptious hot chicken with black bean sauce and fresh vegetables was ready. It had been pre-cooked earlier that day by Aileen for the whole group. It was delicious and much appreciated by all. On that winter night, even Gordon Ramsey himself would have been full of compliments. Tony B took out his wee bottle of whiskey which he shared with Pádraic and me. After a while we went to our respective tents to chill out.

    Visibility had improved by that time, so I went for a stroll to check out the area around the camp and so that I could advise Declan in case it became necessary. The three girls could be heard giggling away to themselves, squeezed into Martina M’s tent for hours, and knocking back the hot whiskey. On the way back from my stroll I popped my head into Pádraic’s tent and he invited me for tea, so I had some hot whiskey instead. For the record, I never drink hot whiskey in the hills and it was purely to help with the chill and to be sociable! We chatted over a couple of hot drinks about our plans to tackle some Scottish winter climbing routes in a week’s time.

    After a while, I left Pádraic’s tent. I had assumed it would take Declan another hour to arrive. Suddenly in the distance, I could see a head torch fast approaching, if I had stayed put and it was Paul O’Connell or John Hayes he surely would have knocked me out flat. Declan arrived at 11.30pm. It was late and he was tired and weary after the day. We bundled him into a tent to relax and Aileen and I swapped stories with him over even more hot whiskeys. After an hour or so, he jumped in with Tony B, who had a spare spot for him and to save Declan pitching a tent so late.

    At 7am the next morning the snow was falling thick and fast. I could hear Pádraic’s Jetboil in the distance, getting ready to make the tea (or whiskey, only joking). I put the sausages on; it was like the miracle of the loaves and the fishes sharing them out. Tony G got stuck into the full monty of duck eggs and bacon. Tony B and Declan left at 9.30am with the intention of making it back to the metropolis for 2pm. They headed for Lugnaquilla summit, returning by Slievemaan into Aughavannagh, and they made good time. The rest of us broke camp at 10.30am; for us it was a more sluggish, leisurely start. We headed through the snow up to the saddle to the east of the South Prison. Our plan from there was to take the same route as the party ahead of us. Up on the saddle we were bombarded by hard cutting snow, piercing to the eyes. In the high winds, it was difficult to stand up or even see, and so we decided to head back down. We had enjoyed ourselves and did not feel the need to push it any further that day; there would be time enough for hard going in Scotland! We headed back down, taking the upper track through the forest and we reached the cars before the others. We went to the IMC hut for a quick cuppa and a tidy up before heading back to Dublin. A camp that’s short, sweet and spontaneous sometimes works out for the best; it was one of those times – just good craic!

    Pádraic Gibbons, Tony Barry, Aileen Moloney and I went back again in March 2011 for another IMC winter camp on Lugnaquilla. This time we had a frosty summit and a fine sunrise. We headed up from Fentons in the afternoon, just before dark. Tony followed us up in the dark! It certainly was a very pleasant night camping on the summit of Lugnaquilla, something we could not do in 2009 because the weather had been too wild.

  • Roots

    (by Gerry Moss, September 2011)
    A chip off the old block takes a trip to the old rock.


    Celia is one of only a handful of three-star VS routes at Glendalough. It was put up, in 1963, by a team that included the late Eddie Gaffney. As a token of his affection for the woman who was to become his wife and the mother of his children, Eddie named the route Celia. It was then, and still is, a demanding test piece for the grade. Fully deserving of its three stars, it provides steep, in-your-face climbing and comes complete with good jugs and gear placements.

    Eddie was a great all-rounder – hillwalker, climber and mountaineer. Sadly, he died as a result of a fall while descending Monte Disgrazia, in the Bregaglia, after a solo ascent, in August 1996.

    Fast forward to the summer of 2011, and Eddie and Celia’s daughter, Niamh, herself the mother of two grown-up children, decides to take up rock climbing. Her first outing with the IMC was on last Saturday’s meet to Ireland’s Eye. As regards climbing, it would be true to say that Niamh is a good example of the apple not falling far from the tree: she took to the rock with great determination, positive attitude and a fast improving technique. During the course of the day she expressed an interest, at some future date, in climbing the route bearing her father’s stamp and her mother’s name. A sort of sentimental journey.

    Today, we had planned to go to Barnbawn, to allow Niamh do some easy leading and get some practise at gear placements. But Barnbawn is really a winter venue, best left for those days when it is too cold to climb anywhere else. Today was too good a day for that, so when I suggested Glendalough, and mentioned Celia in passing, she didn’t have to think twice about it.

    The crag is quite wet at the moment, after a week of heavy rain on the hills, but the rock was dry where it mattered. Although a fine day, the crag was unusually quiet, with just two other pairs on the rock.

    Although the route looks improbably steep, Niamh coped admirably, and was delighted to discover that there are good handholds all the way up. Then, after a sos beag, we made our way over to Expectancy Slab, for her first abseil in earnest.

    Then down to basecamp for a well-earned cup of tea. A good outing this, on her visit to the Glendalough crag, and a fitting way, surely, to follow the age-old exhortation to Honour Thy Father and Mother.

    We will watch her progress with interest.

  • Ireland’s Eye 2011

    (by Gerry Moss, September 2011)
    The annual fun day out, including a surprise new route.


    There were just under twenty members on Joe’s Ireland’s Eye meet on Saturday: an eclectic mix of young and old, experienced and tyros. It was heartening to see Christy Rice back out on rock after all these years and enjoying the day to the full. A key figure in the development of Luggala during the early seventies – you will find his name on some of the biggest routes there: The Gannets, Banshee and Messiah, to mention just some of his achievements. Also with us was Niamh, grand-daughter of the late Eddie Gaffney, who was an active member of the IMC away back in the 1960s and Simon Murphy, whose father was active back in the 1970s.

    The IMC has been involved with Ireland’s Eye since the club’s earliest days and it is good to see that this traditional meet, which has waxed and waned down through the years, is still going strong. Because this is an excellent meet for our newer members – educational as well as enjoyable. Although a fun day in the main, the climbs, though mostly easy, have an air of seriousness about them that you won’t find in the equivalent grades in Dalkey Quarry, and this helps impress upon beginners the importance of sound belays, good anchors and careful belaying technique.

    On Saturday the fun started as soon as we all crowded onto the small boat ferrying us across to the island. We were shepherded on our way by a small school of porpoises, greeted by a small herd of seals and serenaded by the large colony of gannets on the outer stack. The weather wasn’t just perfect – it was ideal, with a little of everything. We had some pleasant sunny spells, an occasional squally shower, good drying winds and the odd strong gust, all helping to keep us on our toes. It spite of all the rumours one hears, we weren’t bothered at all by the alleged large population of rats, and there wasn’t a fulmar in sight. We even had a first ascent, by Simon and the bold Christy (who else), the first new contribution on the island for many years.

    Joe was rightly pleased with the turnout on his first-ever effort at organising a meet – let’s hope he will continue to keep this tradition alive for many more years to come.


    Speed bonny boat …


    Base camp


    Looking down at The Waiting Room on the Southeast ridge


    Seán enjoying the airy Southeast ridge with the Outer Stack and the gannet colony behind him


    The ab. point above the North Col

  • Ireland's Eye 2011

    (by Gerry Moss, September 2011)
    The annual fun day out, including a surprise new route.


    There were just under twenty members on Joe’s Ireland’s Eye meet on Saturday: an eclectic mix of young and old, experienced and tyros. It was heartening to see Christy Rice back out on rock after all these years and enjoying the day to the full. A key figure in the development of Luggala during the early seventies – you will find his name on some of the biggest routes there: The Gannets, Banshee and Messiah, to mention just some of his achievements. Also with us was Niamh, grand-daughter of the late Eddie Gaffney, who was an active member of the IMC away back in the 1960s and Simon Murphy, whose father was active back in the 1970s.

    The IMC has been involved with Ireland’s Eye since the club’s earliest days and it is good to see that this traditional meet, which has waxed and waned down through the years, is still going strong. Because this is an excellent meet for our newer members – educational as well as enjoyable. Although a fun day in the main, the climbs, though mostly easy, have an air of seriousness about them that you won’t find in the equivalent grades in Dalkey Quarry, and this helps impress upon beginners the importance of sound belays, good anchors and careful belaying technique.

    On Saturday the fun started as soon as we all crowded onto the small boat ferrying us across to the island. We were shepherded on our way by a small school of porpoises, greeted by a small herd of seals and serenaded by the large colony of gannets on the outer stack. The weather wasn’t just perfect – it was ideal, with a little of everything. We had some pleasant sunny spells, an occasional squally shower, good drying winds and the odd strong gust, all helping to keep us on our toes. It spite of all the rumours one hears, we weren’t bothered at all by the alleged large population of rats, and there wasn’t a fulmar in sight. We even had a first ascent, by Simon and the bold Christy (who else), the first new contribution on the island for many years.

    Joe was rightly pleased with the turnout on his first-ever effort at organising a meet – let’s hope he will continue to keep this tradition alive for many more years to come.


    Speed bonny boat …


    Base camp


    Looking down at The Waiting Room on the Southeast ridge


    Seán enjoying the airy Southeast ridge with the Outer Stack and the gannet colony behind him


    The ab. point above the North Col

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