|Date: June 2010
Submitted by: Iain Miller
And Sho, once more to the mighty An Port.
The few remaining unclimbed beasts along this coast are currently unclimbed for various reasons, mostly to do with Neptune, this wee adventure involved a tad of wind/weather/wave watching, guile and stupidity, all in equal measure, I hasten to add.
Arrived at Port and slept in the car at the road end, an UBER early start was forcast as high tide and 30 knot wind was schedualed for 3pm.
4am and the lonely walk North-East to a secluded wee bay to the North of Glenlough Bay was made, carrying the 20 kG beast of burden. Upon reaching the high point of the journey, at the view point overlooking Cnoc na Mara, I got my first look at the object of the exercise. This object of todays activities is a beast that sits at the juncture of two conflicting tidal streams and as such is prone to a pounding from Neptune. BUT even from two KM's away an obvious channel of black was bisecting the rage, we were on and thus I received my first rush, cranked up the tunes and increased the pace down into Glenlough Bay.
Arrived at the intended launch site and began to inflate the boat, Neptune was in the building and was currently pounding the coast all around me, I began a retreat into the inner self as to regain equilibrium. The black channel bisecting the rage was perfect and an UBER atmospheric sea passage was made and the seaward face of the sea landed. A swift change of clothes and I was scrambling along the high water mark of an oustanding ridge to the base of the main face. The roar of the sea iether side of me was truly unnerving.
Arrived at the base of the main face and begain to freesolo up the centre of landward slab, jug after jug of immaculate quartz and the summit was gained.
Outstanding Private Pile!
Stood for a while and looked around, I was near 30KM from the nearest main road, 5KM from the car, 300m from land surrounded by Neptunes rage, with no means of telling the world where I was and totaly alone, and thus, I received a third rush and it was a facking Monster! The true embodiment of possessing a length of dymamic rope are moments like these.
Anyways, rigged an ab and descended to the base, traversed around to the sea ward face and solo'd up a couple of lines. Time was ticking on and a hasty retreat was made back along the ridge to the mighty vessel. Whilst re-traversing the ridge the sea either side of me was going absolutely fackin mental, lumps of salt spray were being carried over the ridge by pulses of sonic energy and a chaotic symphony of white water rage was being played at FULL volume.
Arrived back at the mighty vessel, donned the Speedo's and mattressed the beast back into the narrowing black channel, a 20 min paddle and land was regained. All that was left to do was lay on the grass and and await the descent to normality and sanity.
A 5* adventure digging deep into the outer reaches of the inner self only to discover what was already suspected.
23 Jun 2010
I got it to work, Iain. Let's hope that's the last of the troubles!