(Scottish Gaelic: Buachaille Èite Mòr, meaning "the herdsman of Etive")

The Buachaille is one of those perfectly imposing sights that sets fear into the heart of any novice climber. When I first set my gaze upon it I felt its summons. However I was not ready, so instead, I composed a photo and set an intention to return one day. Two summers later I returned with a friend, we scaled the curved ridge and ran along the hidden plateau. We descended down the far right gully and sprinted down the heather slopes before jumping into the Etive River.

Walking back to the car we passed a cycle tourer, who was cycling from north Scotland to Swansea. He recounted his experience of watching from afar, as two mountain trolls tumbled down the mountain and into the river. Apparently, we made his day & I’ve never felt more proud.

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