New Route in Canada

Article adapted from an entry originally submitted to the American Alpine Journal by Nick Hindley

Pangea 2021: Disaster Fauna (5.11- A0, 600m) First Ascent

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On August 15, 2021, Harlin Brandvold, Duncan Pawson, and I loaded our gear into the helicopter to make our return trip into the isolated valley of glacier-clad granite bigwalls that had come to be known as Pangea. We had flown into the valley once before in 2019, with the goal of exploring and establishing routes on the vast granite faces nestled deep within Foch-Giltoyees Park, along BC’s central coast. Having spotted the unnamed valley on Google Earth and lacking any photographs or reports of prior human travel into the valley, our initial helicopter flight was a huge gamble. But as we flew southwest from the town of Terrace, the rocky foothills eventually gave way to rugged, glaciated peaks of granite. The unclimbed 1,200m north face of Gilt Peak (1,893m) soon crested into view, marking our destination on the horizon – that has to be one of the largest granite faces in the Coast Range, I thought to myself. The scale of the wilderness embodied a prehistoric aura that would later earn the unnamed valley it’s nickname, ‘Pangea’.

Loading up big red, once again. Terrace, BC.

The unclimbed north face of Gilt Peak towering on the horizon.

Having been awarded the Neil Mackenzie Adventure Grant in 2020, this trip was a long time in the making. Despite our best efforts in coordinating with the local First Nations and BC Parks, park closures of Foch-Giltoyees ultimately forced postponement of our 2020 trip. For months  leading through summer 2021 park access remained an uncertainty. In a push to gain approval to access the remote area during covid times, Harlin inadvertently became an intermediary amidst the ongoing covid bureaucracy between park stakeholders. After many emails back and forth, the park was ultimately opened and Pangea 2021 received the green light.

The initial objective for our 2021 return trip had been to complete our partially established route Lizard King (5.10 C1, 300 m, so far…), which climbs a dyke and splitter chimney, perfectly bisecting the 700m face of Extinction Wall, along the northern flank of Gilt Peak. An incoming storm, which would ultimately end our trip, had thwarted our efforts on the wall in 2019 by forcing retreat from our portaledge camp atop pitch eight. Unfortunately 2021 would prove to yield familiar environmental challenges as we arrived to a wall soaked with the melt of a prior season of high snowfall – ending our bid before it began. 

Through the spotting scope we scanned across kilometers of granite in every direction in search of a feasible new objective. We panned northward from Extinction Wall to Cambrian Wall; a relatively smaller feature between Chiq Peak (1,741 m) and Giltoyees-Ecstall Pass. There are no shortage of potential route options, but having been humbled here before – most notably on our 21-hour epic establishing Flight of the Dodo (5.10, 350 m) on Cambrian Wall in 2019 – we tried to keep our ambitions in check. We decided to spend our first climbing day exploring a route up an easy slab ramp up the east flank of Chiq Peak. The result was a successful warm-up day and new route; an easy ramble of mostly mid-5th with some 5.8 moves to the top of the slab. We named the route Planktonic Relationship (5.8, 450 m) for its mostly rambling character while not actually going anywhere significant. Comfy shoes and bug spray are highly recommended.

The FA of Planktonic Relationship (foreground), and the massive N face of Gilt Pk (left) and Extinction wall (right).

The following morning, with a warm-up climb under our belts, we felt more willing to set out for a larger object. So yet again, we scanned the vast granite walls through our spotting scope. Eventually, a prominent buttress on the south face of Chiq Peak caught our attention; featuring a succession of discontinuous cracks and corner systems spanning most of its 600m relief. A promising line! We each loaded up ropes and racks and set out across the valley that same morning, excited for the potential objective ahead, despite the significant unknowns that it may hold.

Bivy at the base of the wall, looking on to a moody Nautilus Wall and Extinction Wall.

Only about 600 m north-northwest of our basecamp, atop a snow slope and some fourth class scrambling, we reached the base of the wall. Wasting little time, I tied in, pulled over a small roof, and pieced together the first pitch. Then, Duncan and Harlin each led a successive pitch; tiptoeing across a basalt dyke, then out onto slabby face climbing, bolting on lead as necessary. The slab featured some of the most peculiar and undulating granite I had ever seen: ripples, chickenheads, and pods. Features that we later learned could result from hydrostatic pressures at the interface of rock and glacial ice. This made for excellent, balency 5.10 slab climbing to Harlin’s bolted anchor above. Darkness approached and we fixed lines to the base and descended back to camp to wait out a storm the following day. We spent our weather day huddled under a blue Canadian Tire tarp we had rigged up to a boulder. We ate well and enjoyed festivities prepared by the Ministry of Fun and Games (Nick); Jamesons whiskey and

Only about 600 m north-northwest of our basecamp, atop a snow slope and some fourth class scrambling, we reached the base of the wall. Wasting little time, I tied in, pulled over a small roof, and pieced together the first pitch. Then, Duncan and Harlin each led a successive pitch; tiptoeing across a basalt dyke, then out onto slabby face climbing, bolting on lead as necessary. The slab featured some of the most peculiar and undulating granite I had ever seen: ripples, chickenheads, and pods. Features that we later learned could result from hydrostatic pressures at the interface of rock and glacial ice. This made for excellent, balency 5.10 slab climbing to Harlin’s bolted anchor above. Darkness approached and we fixed lines to the base and descended back to camp to wait out a storm the following day. We spent our weather day huddled under a blue Canadian Tire tarp we had rigged up to a boulder. We ate well and enjoyed festivities prepared by the Ministry of Fun and Games (Nick); Jamesons whiskey and Fireball paired with crib and yahtzee.

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Bear prep and Gill the Bigwall Fish.

I awoke the next day to a gloomy valley with low clouds rolling past it’s seeping walls. We each peered through the spotting scope to take stock of the terrain above and set milestones for the following days. After many hard-learned lessons, setting achievable goals had proven to be one of the most important pieces of advice I had received for first ascent climbing. We set off, having packed another 200 meters of rope, an ungodly amount of rack, bolts, and drill batteries as well as our bivy gear, prepared to spend the next few nights camped at the base of the wall. Shuttling gear to the base took the full day. Hauling heavy pigs proved to be the challenge of the day. We rigged up a haul line to drag them up the steep snow slopes; Duncan and I clipped into the haul line and ran backwards down slope as the bags made slow progress upwards. This was repeated many times. The slabs and roofs proved to be an even more fearsome adversary – as the pigs hung up on every feature they could find on their journey upwards, ultimately earning us a coreshot in one of my 100 m static ropes. By the end of the day, all our gear was staged at the base of wall, ready for a multi-day effort on the wall. The time spent hauling gear also allowed some time for the rock to dry off before our next push.

Hauling piggies to the base of the wall to bypass 100 m of 4th class scrambling with heavy haul bags.

Oops.

The next morning, we charged up the fixed lines under blue skies. Duncan led diagonally across the slab into a groove, eventually meeting the base of a prominent corner that splayed into a dihedral topped with a vegetated roof. Pitch five began with some initial mossy hand jams before quickly shooting out right through technical and adventurous face climbing. Duncan drilled a handful of generously spaced bolts between sporty 5.11- moves, eventually leading into a beautiful, clean hand crack. The stellar fifth pitch concluded with glorious hand jams as the angle eased. I finished the day off with a short seventh pitch, and descended our fixed ropes back down to our bivy at the base of the wall. 

Splitter hand crack leads Duncan to the top of pitch 5, Disaster Fauna.

The following morning, Scandinavian power metal roared through our portable speaker as Harlin took the lead on one of the major unknowns of the route, questing across slab into a steep, shallow grooves – hooks and aid ladders at the ready. A combination of free climbing, hooking, and bolting led him through the technical crux of the route. A drilled bat hook was used to surmount a short, particularly blank section. Harlin completed the pitch and then Duncan and myself swung leads for the next two pitches to deliver us to lower angle terrain atop pitch nine. Once again, we fixed ropes and descended. Now we had every single one of our ropes strung up on the wall to their max extent, 400m in all.

Duncan high on grass.

The commute back up the nylon highway the next day took some time. At the top we pulled our last and penultimate ropes for the final push. Six more pitches of 5.9 rock mixed with heather scrambling led us to a logical end to the route, from which it looked possible to hike and scramble the remaining few hundred meters to the summit of Chiq Pk. We did not venture to the summit – and we are unsure if anyone else ever has – but night would be closing in soon and we had a lot of wall to descend. After a brief celebration, we bolted the final anchor on what would become ‘Disaster Fauna’ (5.11 A0, 550 m) and rappelled to the ground. 

Drill Sergeant

Pangea_16 – Group cheeses atop Disaster Fauna (5.11- A0, 600 m).

We re-climbed the first nine pitches the following day in an attempt to free every move and clean up some of the vegetated sections. We were able to free everything except one move on the seventh pitch, which we hypothesized could go free around 5.12. An extra aid bolt was added in lieu of the drilled bat hook to aid future parties, creating a three bolt ladder mid-pitch and preserving the attainable 5.11 grade. Satisfied with our efforts, we cleaned our fixed lines and rappelled to the ground for the final time.

Noot noot.

With bad weather on the horizon, we messaged our helicopter pilot and asked for an early exit from Pangea. We spent our last day in Pangea packing up camp, taking in the scenes of the valley, and finishing off our whisky in the sun. We lamented on the grandeur of the region; this being just one of many untouched granite cirques to be found nestled amongst BC’s remarkable and vast Coast Range.

Disaster Fauna topo.

Maggie Coll

Discover Rock Climbing Course (5 Day), Glenmore Lodge

I was lucky enough to attend the 5 Day Discover Rock Climbing course at Glenmore Lodge with the support of The Neil Mackenzie Trust. I’d started to Rock Climb briefly before COVID but only ever indoor climbing, so I was really excited to take rock climbing outdoors and learn plenty of new skills along the way.

Glenmore Lodge itself was fantastic with excellent food and facilities (you can’t go wrong with a daily 5pm cake and debrief) and there was even an indoor climbing wall which our group used several evenings during the week – because can you really climb too much on a week’s climbing course?

There was four of us on the course altogether and the first two days we had one instructor, while the remaining three days we split into groups of two with one instructor per pair. The level of instructing and coaching was really amazing, and I thoroughly enjoyed the week.

The first day was an introduction to outdoor climbing; we went over skills as tying in a figure eight knot and best practise belaying from both the top and bottom of the crag. We climbed some nice routes in the Cairngorms and focused on climbing using our legs which was interesting as it wasn’t something I’d thought about much before.

Day two we headed to the Moray Coast to a small place known as Cummingston. Cummingston is a semi tidal sea cliff of soft sandstone; this type of rock was very different from the day before with some sandy topouts and we had some fun climbs. Today we were focusing on setting up good anchor points at the top of crags, we went over clove hitches and started to learn the techniques of setting up abseils and abseiling down routes.

Day Three was a big day and one my favourites. We split into our two smaller groups and went to Huntly’s Cave for a day of climbing where we got to experience our first ever multi-pitch with the instructors leading. It was a wandering route and I found it challenging in parts, so I was delighted to make it to the top.

 Day Four we headed to Dunkeld to a nice crag known as Craig a Barns (Polney Crag) for some more multi-pitch climbs and practised setting up our abseils and abseiling down.

 Day Five – sadly our last day! We headed back to Cummingston for some final climbs. We spent time focusing on placing gear as well as getting some good pointers and helpful tips on removing gear. After a day of climbing, we ended our course with some bouldering fun to round off a superb week.

Discover Rock Climbing (5 Day) – Glenmore Lodge

 A huge thank you to The Neil Mackenzie Trust for the opportunity to take part in this course. I learnt so much and I’m really excited to put these new skills into practise.

Neil Mackenzie Adventure Grant 2021 (VOC)

Toba Inlet Expedition Trip Report


Before we begin, a shout out is in order to the Neil Mackenzie Trust and the VOC for putting
together the Neil Mackenzie Adventure Grant. Learning about this grant for grand expeditions inspired
us to dream up a longer combined kayak and mountaineering expedition than anything we had done
before. We are grateful for their inspirational and financial support that allowed us to go on this trip.
We are also grateful to live, travel through and camp on the unceded traditional territories of the
Coast Salish People, including the Musqueam, Tsleil-Waututh, Squamish, Shíshálh, Tla’amin and Klahoose nation. In particular we would like to thank Chief Kevin Peacey and the Klahoose Council for giving us permission to go through their lands for our attempt on Mt. Champion, as well as go through their Ahpokum 9 settlement and land on the way to Mt. Denman. It is a beautiful place, so thank you.


Gabe
By March 2021 I still had no idea what I wanted to do for the summer. I was dreading finding a
co-op job and I didn’t feel much like taking summer courses. It had been a long lonesome year due to
~current events~ and I needed a break.


It was during this time that Eloise Faehndrich called me with the excuse I was looking for; her
brothers and she had received a grant from the Neil Mackenzie Trust and were looking for a fourth to
round out a kayak-mountaineering trip up the Toba Inlet. With very little in the way of kayak or
mountaineering experience, I agreed immediately and stopped applying to any more co-op jobs. I would
take the summer off to explore British Columbia and take the break I so desperately needed.


The Faehndriches are a sibling super-squad of ski-mountaineers, mountain runners, and general
South Coast wanderers that put this whole trip together. I met Eloise in the fall climbing at the Aviary,
and after a couple day trips touring in the South Coast, she figured I was fine enough to tag along for a
longer expedition. Simeon, the eldest , took on the lion’s share of planning and preparation, and can
generally be considered for the purposes of this trip report to be “the guy with the plan”. Finally, Tobias,
the youngest of the team, was appointed stoke-master and cameraman-extraordinaire.


The plan was simple: drive up the Sunshine Coast and put in as far north as we could make it;
kayak through Desolation Sound and up the Toba Inlet and bag a few choice peaks along the way. We
settled on Champion Mountain, described as “an attractive horn” at the far end of the Toba Inlet, and
Mount Denman, an icon of Desolation Sound.


Towards the end of May, we began eyeing the forecast for a 10-day weather window. We needed
to be back in town by June 15th, but could see nothing but rain in the forecast. Instead of waiting around
for some sun, we decided to head up the coast a few days earlier in order to pad the trip with a couple of
buffer days. We booked a ferry for June 2nd and began our final preparations.


Day 0

The first shots on the expedition photo album are
of Eloise attending her virtual graduation and
finishing up cooking falafel for our lunch the next
day. I had spent the morning fretting over what to
pack for lunch on the last day of the trip, but I
decided to go bold with a bag of apples and some
peanut butter.
The Faehndriches pulled up outside around
12:30pm and with a quick hug goodbye to my
roommates we were off.
We spent the ferry over from Horseshoe Bay
trying to one-up each other by naming South
Coast peaks from the sun deck. We soon bid our

goodbyes to our friendly backyard mountains and looked north towards an unfamiliar range. There was a ferry announcement as we approached Langdale and we returned back to our car, Tobias with a rowdy
sunburn.
The remainder of the drive passed us by quickly, and before we knew it, we had pulled into our
campsite for the night. When we arrived, we pulled everything out of the car and began sorting through
our gear. Having never been on a sea-kayaking trip, I was under the impression that there was near
infinite room for extra layers and camp comforts. With all of our bags piled high on a picnic bench, I
realized that with mountaineering gear and 12 days of food it would be a tight squeeze into our boats.
We walked around the campground and found a good spot to put in the kayaks. We then spent
the rest of the evening playing cards, and pouring over our marine charts as we recapped our trip plan.
That night we turned in early and fell asleep in anxious anticipation for days to come.


Day 1

It’s the first day of our adventure. In order to avoid paying for parking in Lund, Eloise drove me and Simeon 3km
north and dropped us off at the kayak rental shop with all of our gear. She then beelined it back to Dinner Rock Campground to
help Tobias pack up camp and load the boats into the water. Simeon and I rocked up to the rental outfit and I casually
signed a statement stating that I am an expert kayaker and well within my ability to embark on a 10-12 day expedition up the
Toba Inlet. The woman working the rental outfit offered us a free navigational chart of the area, but it only covered the first half of
the first day and so we opted out. Simeon walked me through the basics of packing a kayak and helped me put my skirt on and get in the water.
Lund, where we were getting into the water, lies 150km NW from Vancouver accessed via two
ferries and the Sunshine Coast. Lund is the end of the road on the Malaspina Peninsula — this is where
the Salish sea narrows and the islands of Desolation & Discovery begin (Quadra, Cortez, Savary, etc.) — as
well as where the tides from N and S of Vancouver Island collide. Directly N of Malaspina are the
Redonda Islands. Our route would take us up the narrow channel dividing West and East Redonda. On
the far side of these impressive mountain-islands begins the Toba Inlet. This ‘short’ inlet tends NE back
into the Coast Mountains for about 35km — at its head, the Tahumming, Klite, and Toba Rivers meet the
sea.
That was still days away though, and for now we paddled out into the bay and waited for Tobias
and Eloise to make their way over from the campground. Once back together, we crept our way up the
shore towards Sarah Point, the northern tip of the Sunshine Coast. The sun was out and filled our crew
with unwarranted optimism for the days to come. Within a few hours of paddling we pulled onto a
nearby island for a lunch break. Mmmmmm, yummy falafel wraps.
Once back in the water we began heading again towards Sarah Point. As we paddled around the
corner, we saw for the first time one of our main objectives.


Mount Denman stood tall and proud back behind the hills of Desolation Sound. With a sheer
bald face, we could see no indication of how we could manage a 4th class route to the top. The exposure
made me shudder and I began questioning my chances of making it to the summit. As we paddled on by,
we began discussing whether or not we should go up with avalanche gear. As we couldn’t see any snow
on our expected route, we decided to push the issue back a week until we were actually preparing our
way up. For now the rest of the Toba lay ahead of us, and Champion was waiting.
We pulled into Roscoe Bay, our campsite, at around 7 that evening. We had paddled 33 km that
day and realized that our daily target of around 30 km a day was more than reasonable in fair weather.
As soon as we unpacked, I dragged the boys back in the water to see if we couldn’t roll a couple of
kayaks. Eloise stayed up on shore to relax and watch the going-ons in dry clothes.
I went first, tipping myself over and immediately self ejecting after struggling upside down for a
couple of seconds. It had been several years since I had been in a kayak, and several more since
childhood when I had actually learned the technique. After talking it through with Tobias and Simeon a
couple of times, we nailed down the combination of paddle movement and knee pressure needed to pull
the kayak back over. I managed to make it up a couple of times and let out a good holler across the bay.
Simeon managed to get it through once, and Tobias just barely missed the mark. Would I actually be able to roll a filled kayak if I flipped out in the open ocean? Probably not. But it was good fun while the sun went down and helped boost my confidence on the water.
As Eloise contented herself with relaxing on the beach, the tide slipped her kayak from the shore
and it drifted aimlessly across the bay. After much excitement and self ejects, we paddled back into camp and dragged Eloise’s kayak back up to shore. We talked over the plan for the next day, made some food, and got into our beds. It was quite a nice first day out on the water.


DAY 2
Simeon woke up that morning at 5am. He was interested in getting up to the peak of our lonely
island hideout and catching a good view of the mountains that lay ahead of us. Unfortunately for him, he
took the wrong trail up and only made it a few kilometers before coming back to base.
The rest of us made our way lazily to the picnic bench around 7 and began work on our first
backcountry breakfast, pancakes! We resolved to be ready to go in 3 hours, and so took turns cooking
and eating the delicious pancakes as they came off the stove. It was nearly 11:30 by the time we packed
up camp, but the pancakes were oh so good.
The sky was looking a lot gloomier that morning; Juneuary was upon us and was here to stay. On
our way out from the bay we passed by some yachters that encouraged us to check out some
pictographs along the west side of Waddington channel. As this was along our route, we made a note of
it and began the long paddle north.
As we paddled further, the weather continued to sour. But as it began to drizzle, a wind picked
up from the south and began to propel us up the channel. At that moment, we wished we had kept the
tarp a little closer at hand. We made quick work going up Waddington, and made our way towards Walsh Cove for a quick lunch. We looked around for any sign of pictographs but found nothing. It wasn’t until after lunch when we got back into the water that we found a few faint symbols painted along the walls of the cove. With a lil more wind and a few paddles more, we made it to our camp early. We found a nice spot to spend the night at a log dump in Hepburn Bay.


DAY 3
It was finally time to make our way up the Toba Inlet. The walls of the inlet rose steeply to either
side of us and were adorned with dozens of waterfalls crashing into the banks below. We had studied
the marine charts closely and knew that just a few meters from either side of the inlet the ground below
us plunged several hundred meters below the water. Along the entire 40 km length of the fjord there
were only a handful of spots that we could make an emergency landing. The wind was at our backs, and
so we paddled on.
What started off as a light tailwind grew stronger and stronger until it was howling all around us.
Simeon quickly took out the rain fly, and with Eloise’s help, he fashioned a makeshift sail. They began
moving quickly away from me and I realized that this might just work.


We decided to take the moment to grab a quick lunch as the wind continued pushing us deeper
into the mountains. We racked up four of us alongside one another, with me and Simeon on the outside
holding up a paddle and the sail. The middle two busied themselves preparing naan bites and feeding
me and Simeon as we struggled to keep the sail high. In this way we cut out close to 8km of paddling for
the day.
As we finished lunch and disbanded our makeshift sail raft, the winds were still strong and the
water was getting dangerously choppy. All along the Toba huge curtains of rain rushed past overhead.
We could see the wall of rain slowly catching up to us from behind, and then we would suddenly be
thrown into a violent storm as the waves knocked our boat and wind and water blinded us. But then, just
as quickly as it came, it moved on. We were suddenly in still water.
Despite the storms, the wind had brought us to our campsite by early afternoon. We decided to
seize the daylight and push on to the end of the Toba.
When we came to the end of the Inlet, we were surprised to find an active logging operation.
Trucks, people, and helicopters were busy at work in this outpost in the middle of nowhere. I think it
took away some of the charm of the remote expedition we had hoped for. But if there’s one thing you
can always count on in British Columbia is that wherever you go no matter how remote, a logging
company has already beaten you to it.
We pulled up on a swamp along the edge of the Tahumming River and began stashing our gear.
This land, along with the start of the trail up Mt. Denman, belongs to the Klahoose Nation from which we received permission to access. From here we would attempt our first main objective of the trip:
Champion Mountain.
We set up camp and got out ingredients for backcountry pizza. I rolled out some dough and
allowed everyone to customize their toppings. We turned the stove to low and took turns baking our
pizzas one at a time. While we waited, we began joking about whether the logging operation had cut a
nice road all the way to the alpine for us. We were excited at the prospect of an easy walk up, and so we
set our alarms an hour later than usual, as a treat.


DAY 4:
At about 5am I woke up to the sound of logging trucks making their way up the valley. I quietly
wondered if we couldn’t hitch a ride to the alpine, and shortly fell back asleep.
In the morning proper, we slowly packed up camp and tied up our food high in a tree. We
ensured our kayaks were safely stowed and climbed out of the swamp onto the road. The logging road
was well maintained and we excitedly marched along at a rather quick pace. About an hour in, while we
were discussing whether we could make it to the top that day, the road abruptly ended in a dense and
deep forest. The trail seemed to continue on however, picking it’s way deeper down the valley along the
remnants of a long abandoned logging road. As we continued on, the trail became more and more overgrown until we were fully bushwhacking. This wasn’t going to be an easy jog up into the alpine as we had hoped. Our pace dropped dramatically, but we marched on. By late morning we had reached a tricky to pass river that blocked our way forwards. I was bracing myself on a log while trying to hop across some rocks when the log broke and I dropped my backpack in the rushing water. It was quickly swept downstream and I leapt through the water trying to get a hold of it. Tobias managed to fish it out of the rapids, and I continued downstream trying to catch
my hiking pole that was floating on down. When I finally made it to the other side with a soaked-through backpack and my hiking pole, I realized I had dropped my absolute dearest water bottle. It might sound silly to you, dear reader, but this bottle and I had been through hell and back all across the world, and I was pretty bummed out. I also felt pretty silly and pretty lame having fallen into a river and possibly jeopardized our peak attempt. Luckily, that morning I had stuffed my sleeping bag, bivy, and mattress in a large plastic bag and everything that needed to be dry stayed dry.
With a little excitement out of the way, we soldiered on. Soon we turned away from the river
valley and began the slow ascent up and out towards the unnamed alpine lake below Champion
Mountain. Our pace slowed considerably, and at times we were only moving a few hundred meters an
hour. It was brutal work.
At one point we veered towards another old logging road marked on our map, hoping for easier
travel. I was leading the pack, and completely missed the “logging road” as it was so overgrown. When
the rest of the crew tried to tell me that I had walked right by, I very confidently proclaimed “This isn’t a
logging road, y’all are way too optimistic.”
When the embarrassment passed, we tried following the derelict trail further up the mountain,
but made very little progress. The bushes were thick and impassable, we couldn’t see our feet, and our
arms and faces were bloody and red.
We grabbed lunch during a rare moment of sun, and Tobias explored a possible alternative path
to get us some elevation. He reasoned that we could climb up a creek washout and gain a few hundred
meters and try to cut out a few switchbacks of the overgrown road we had been following. He managed
to convince us one by one, promising bars and some extra packets of apple cider if his path proved to be
more miserable than the last.
Luckily, the washout was easier travel and we made it to about 600m of elevation by 3pm. We
were planning on camping near 1100m. After the washout ended, we got back into the bushwhack for
another few hours. As we rose higher and higher, we entered a large valley. Perfectly smooth granite faces reached down and kissed the forests on either side of us. The boundary between valley forest and granite faces was littered with avalanche debris. After evaluating some overhead hazard, we jumped onto the debris field and out from under the oppressive bushwhack and quickly gained the remaining elevation towards the alpine lake.


Eloise
Bushwacking is not the right word to describe it, that conjures up the image of nicely walking
through bush, with a couple of branches whacking you in the face every now and then. That is not what
this was. It was full on bush-battling, bush-wrestling. As we made our way onto the debris field where
we finally got a respite from the bush, I was pretty drained and beat up. I was plodding tiredly along,
when I caught my foot on a rock, and my arms flailed to help me regain my balance. In doing so, my
elbow hit the bear spray that was hanging from the side of my pack. Unbeknownst to me, the bear
spray’s safety valve was broken, and I got a face full of bear spray in my eyes and nose. Everything started stinging. Yup folks, that’s the reality of the backcountry, things aren’t always idyllic.


Simeon
It was absurd.


Gabe
Towards 1000m the trees thinned out and the snowpack grew deeper. We found some bare
ground and some trees to set up a tarp and cut out a tent pad. The alpine lake sat just about 5km east of
Champion Mountain. A ridgeline encircled the lake from all sides. We figured we could access the ridge
from the south side of the lake, follow it west towards a glaciated saddle, and pick out the final ridge that
we could follow towards our summit.
With a plan in mind, we got to bed and set our alarms for 6am.


DAY 5
I awoke to the sound of rain. Soon after I heard Eloise yell out: “6:30?”
“Sounds good,” I said and went back to sleep. A half hour later it was still raining, so we decided to not
delay any longer and go with the weather we got. It was incredibly hazy and I could no longer see the
lake below, let alone the ridge we were supposed to gain.
We ate breakfast quickly and began making our way to the south ridge. The snowpack thinned
out a few times over the smooth granite faces, and so we carefully traversed these sections one at a time
afraid of taking a ride down to the lake. We followed a GPS track closely as we aimed towards the
glaciated saddle. The rain had lessened but the clouds did not, and we continued blindly circumventing
the alpine lake below.
At this point I felt my knee begin to give me some trouble. I’ve always had some knee problems,
but the grueling bushwhacking from the day before really set things off and I began to fear that it was
only going to get worse through the snow. Once on the saddle I spotted a protected boulder field and I
got Tobias to take a GPS waypoint. Although I could keep moving, I was worried about my ability to
self-extricate as we moved into steeper and more dangerous terrain. In case I couldn’t go any further, we
found a safe spot for me to wait out a summit attempt.
Only a half hour later, we came down a wide snow field and I could see up ahead that we were
about to gain the proper ridge. With each step I could feel my kneecap screaming and so I told the crew
that I was at the end of my attempt for that day. We stopped for lunch and discussed the plan moving
forwards. We split up the Sat Phone and an Inreach between us and made a rendezvous plan. In case of
delay, they would have to contact a third party through the Inreach which would then have to contact
me on the phone. It wasn’t a great plan, but we had no way of direct peer-to-peer communication and
so this would have to do. They would go on ahead without me, and I would follow our steps back to the
pinned rocks and safely wait them out.

I felt pretty disappointed by the whole affair. I knew that I could push through the pain and
continue making it up the ridge, but I was unwilling to push my luck in such a remote area. From where we stopped for lunch I knew I could very easily and safely make it back to our predetermined bivy spot. We were about to enter some more dangerous terrain, where turning back would require the entire crew to retreat alongside me. As the tag-along for the trip, I didn’t want to risk jeopardizing a summit attempt, or trying to push through the pain and consequently putting myself and my crew at risk.
As we wrapped up our lunch, I said goodbye to my friends and very slowly made my way back to the saddle. When I got to the rocks, I walked around to some standing dead trees and
collected a couple twigs and branches. I figured that it might get cold sitting about for a few hours, and I
had a fire starter kit in my first aid kit that could help later on. I found a perfect one-man wide cave
among the rocks and began setting myself up to wait out the crew. I put my poles and axe outside the
cave to mark my spot. I then emptied my pack and laid it down flat, put on all of my layers and lay upon
my bag. I took my wet boots off and wrapped my feet in a t-shirt and then stuffed them in a dry-bag to
keep them warm. Finally, I pulled out my emergency heat blanket and wrapped myself in an airtight
cocoon.
As soon as I was happy that I would stay warm and dry, I felt myself dozing off and gave in to the
feeling. I awoke about an hour later, and wondered if the visibility had improved and if I’d be able to see
more of the mountains around us. I got up and saw that the light rain had turned into a blizzard and
snow was howling all around my cave. Inside was still toasty warm, and so I retreated back into my
cocoon and chilled out for the next few hours.


Eloise
We were hesitant to leave Gabriel alone on the mountain, but he felt comfortable with the short
route back to the hideout we had scoped out earlier, so we decided to give Champion a go. Right before
we left, we checked the weather on the InReach and VHF one last time, and it was nothing but bad
weather, with a potential for thunder and lightning. Although that wasn’t encouraging, we felt like we
had to at least check out the ridge and see what it was like. From the GPS we could see we still had a
couple mellower subsummits to go before the true summit. As we trudged along, alternating who broke trail, it started snowing lightly. We made it up the first sub summit, then the next.


Simeon
For the most part a decadent plod, once you stopped thinking about the bizarreness of what
we’d been through for this snow-globe, it was really a very atmospheric crest of land we were on. The
thick silence held on, the late season cornices took on the appearance of decaying sandstone tectonics
bleached by another world — for all we knew we were on the very edge of that world (where were we
anyways?); white then black blended down to dull gray in the catatonic mists below. Yesterday we had
come out of the rotting organica ‘to lay down and die for’; up here, the mind was brushed by visions of
bare bones and absence, where materiality might finally broken down, dissolved, could be…
The crest rolled on like a frozen wave. Nothing now, but to sail on drunkenly and gloriously, up
and down, up and up and up.


Eloise
The snow started coming down heavier as we made our way down to the col to the final ridge up
to the summit. As I started going up the first steeper section, I triggered a small point release avalanche,
which caused me to pause. We talked about it for a minute, then decided to keep going, saying that
when you are walking in steep fresh snow, you are bound to release small stuff. Two minutes later I saw
in front of me some snow fall down a chute that was further ahead and on the side of the ridge. This
made me come to a full stop, and we decided we needed to have an actual discussion about the risks
and whether we wanted to keep on going, instead of half talking about it, and then just keep on going
because of group-think mentality where no one wants to be the one to say we should turn around.
So we talked about it. We listed the facts: a human-triggered point release had been set off, a
non-human avalanche had been released, it was snowing, and conditions were deteriorating by the
minute, the only forecast we had was for worsening weather and potential thunderstorm, we were in a
remote area where help would be hard to come by, so the consequences of getting injured were worse.
We also debated whether what we saw could actually be considered an avalanche, or if it was just snow
falling from the ridge because it was steep (that specific steep couloir where the snow fell was not where
we would be going). We discussed how we didn’t want to feel pressured to peak just because we had
done a lot of work to get where we were (3 days of kayaking and a brutal bushwack).
In the end, Tobias brought up a seminar by Cody Townsend that he had watched on ‘the
normalization of deviance’. He said that we could probably go up and be fine, but did we want to risk it
on a probably? And even if we did make it up and back down alive, would that be the right decision? We
didn’t want to normalize bad decisions just because we might come out alive afterwards. Finally after 10
minutes of talking in the thick snowfall, we decided to turn around. As we headed down in a whiteout, it
felt like the right call.


Tobias
We shouldn’t be sad that we didn’t summit, but happy that we made the right decision and are
alive.


Gabe
By 4pm the crew was back and we began heading back to camp. Along our way the clouds
started parting and we finally got a view of the mountains down along the Toba.
Back at camp I used the InReach to communicate with my roommate back home and set up
direct peer-to-peer communication between the SatPhone and InReach. Now we would be able to
communicate with each other in the event that we needed to split up again.


DAY 6

The next day we woke up to glorious sunshine. The irony was not lost on us, but we had no more food left and plenty more days ahead of us. We packed up our tents to begin the long bushwhack down.
As we navigated along the avalanche debris, a fridge sized ice block that I was leaning on came loose from the wall and fell on top of me, taking me for a bit of a slide on the granite. I caught myself and
managed to get out from under the ice block without any injuries. Clearly I needed to be much more
careful as the sun was weakening the snow.


Eloise
Gabe is summarizing this very casually, but I think this was the closest call on the whole trip, and
could have led to debilitating injury if he had randomly been 30cm closer to the block. It was one of
those things that was completely out of our control, and it was scary.


Simeon
At this point morale was low, so I suggested revamping our trip by a small but handy proposal. I
put forward to rename our expeditionary force upon the unifying theme of J.O.H.N.; I was to be John
Clarke because I liked long traverses, Tobias, John Baldwin because he was an extraordinary backcountry skier, Gabe, John Long because he went on all these crazy adventures, and Eloise, long johns because she always got cold too easily.


Gabe
The rest of the way down was much easier than we expected. We didn’t so much as hike down
but slide and fall using the bushes to slow our descent. As we began cutting down to the valley bottom
towards the Inlet, I asked the crew if we could make our way down to the river where I fell in for one last sanity search for my bottle. When we got down I threw down my pack and started heading downstream looking. I found it! Precariously pinned up against a rock in the middle of the water flow. I have no idea how it lasted 2 days and a continuous drizzle, but Tobias reached over and grabbed it out of the water and I took a victory swig of still fresh water.


When we got back to our camp, we ate some lunch and began to transition into our water gear. We bade goodbye to our inlet end and began paddling towards a small islet about 10km along the bank. This rocky little island was only about 30m in diameter and only had space for one tent.
Along the way our beautiful sun disappeared and was replaced by the strongest winds we’ve encountered so far. Our tailwind was now a headwind and we made very little progress battling the waves down the Toba. Without any other beach at which to park and wait out the storm, we pushed on against the winds. The islet had no beach on which we could easily dock our kayaks, and so we had to climb onto the bluffs and unload the kayaks while they floated beside us. It took us a while to safely get everything onto shore, but we were rewarded with an astoundingly cute little campsite. We tried to spot Champion up the valley, but the mountains disappeared into the clouds and we could see nothing.


DAY 7


The next day we paddled up the remainder of the Toba and found a beautiful campsite right along the
mouth of the Inlet. We got to the beach early and spread all of our stuff out to dry. We were only able
to relax for about an hour before the tide began to come in and we realized that the entire beach and all of our gear was about to be submerged. We scrambled to get everything to a high point and resumed relaxing.
Eloise began reading us trip reports from the VOC Journal that she brought along. We were particularly jealous of a report in Desolation Sound that claimed to have beautiful weather and an abundance of whale spotting. We laughed at our luck, but enjoyed all of the trip reports nonetheless.
I was once again on dinner duty, and once again I was baking bread. This time, I fried potatoes
with olive oil and an assortment of spices and then stuffed the medley into pockets of dough. I then fried
the dough on the stove and enjoyed my backcountry version of Aloo Parathas.


DAY 8


Just another travel day. We had officially left Toba Inlet for good and we were now headed straight for Denman. The water was still, and we were happy to get out from under the Toba storms. We pulled up to Forbes Bay in the early afternoon and started to transition into our hiking gear. Once again we stashed our kayaks and began the long bushwhack towards the alpine. There was no logging road this time around, but we managed to find some intermittent flagging that led us along the valley floor. There
was much less bushwhacking on this approach, but the forest here was much older and so travel was still
slow. The ground was covered in a thick layer of moss, and I continuously fell through random holes in
the forest floor. We crawled over hundreds of rotting trees that just crumbled under our weight. It was
weird being in a forest that felt so alive but also felt so very decayed. It felt more like walking through snow than ground, but we continued following deer trails until 6 or 7pm when we found an acceptable camping spot. There were no flat spots, and everything was lumpy and covered in moss, so we made do with what we got. I was lucky to have a bivy that I could set up essentially anywhere, but the rest of the crew slept lopsided and all piled up on top of each other in their tent.


DAY 9
We continued hiking along Forbes Creek until we reached about 250m of elevation. From this
point on we turned north and began the steep ascent towards the base of Denman. The moss was deep
and steep, but the way up was much less bushy than Champion and so we made good time. A few
sections required us to navigate around some cliffy bluffs, but we made it to the base of the ridge at
1260m by 2pm.
From here we decided to get onto the ridge and try to find a camp spot near 1600m from which
we could make a summit attempt in the morning. Once on the ridge, we started encountering some 3rd
and 4th class moves and began reevaluating the possibility of finding a camp spot further up. We were
soon getting onto some 5th class terrain and we decided that it might be worth it to take a moment and
scout out the route ahead before we committed ourselves to coming down more low-5th class moves
with our large packs.
Eloise and I dropped our packs and went left around the west side of the ridge and to our
surprise found a 3rd class route back down to where the terrain became 4th class. I was pretty anxious
about having to come down what we had ascended, and so I was incredibly happy to find an easier way
back down the ridge.
Simeon and Tobias continued up the ridge. The next section they described as a 5th class corner
where you pulled yourself up along blueberry bushes while holding your boots flat against the wall.
When they reached the top they found a rap sling. From there it looked like the route continued east
around the ridge up some more 4th and 5th class scrambling.
We regrouped 15 min later and decided that it was unlikely that we could find a camp spot
further up. We followed the route Eloise and I found back down to the start of the ridge to set up a camp
for the night. Before packing it in, we decided to hike up the alpine bowl west of the ridge to see if we
could find a safer way onto the face of Mt. Denman. We got to 1400m and found nothing [of the access
Bivouac had reported at this elevation], and so we turned back to set up camp at the base of the ridge.
We checked the forecast for the next day and saw that it was supposed to rain all morning with a
possibility of sun in the afternoon. At that point, I was well aware of my own scrambling limitations and
decided that I was not comfortable with 4th and 5th class scrambling in wet weather and far from solid
rock. Once again I felt a responsibility to my group to stay back while it was still safe to do so, so as to not prevent my partners from reaching their goals.
Once I decided that Denman was not for me, we began to discuss the rest of the plan. Now we
had two devices that could communicate with one another, which made it much easier to alert each
other to any cause for delay. The crew would wake up late tomorrow and try to catch a weather window
and avoid scrambling on wet rock. Going up later in the day meant getting back to the kayaks a day later
than we expected. We figured we had enough bars and extra snacks to ration out an extra meal and felt
good about our plan for the day.


DAY 10
We slept in till 8am. I stayed in my bivy and listened as the others got out and started preparing
for their day ahead. As they started towards the ridge, Tobias came by and we confirmed the plan with
each other. They would be back by 1pm. I listened to them leave and stayed in my tent a little while longer. It was still drizzling, and I felt happy to be safe and down.
I spent most of the day reading and just wandering about camp. Close to 1pm I got a message
saying that they had made the summit, but that they’d be another 3 hours back down. I was pretty
psyched to hear that they made it safe and was happy to hang out around camp for some more time.


Eloise
We left the campsite and started retracing our steps from the day before, up onto the ridge and
past the location that Tobias and Simeon had scouted up to the day before. At 1550m we got to a
shoulder that was flatter (a decent camp spot, future mountaineers) and from which we knew we would
have to traverse up and climber’s right. We had read trip reports about this section, and heard of a
fabled ‘sidewalk’ slab that, if found, made the ascent
much easier.

But everything we read had been rather vague, and as we looked around at the mass of rock and
snow in front of us, we could see nothing that resembled a sidewalk at all. It was June, much earlier
than any of the trip reports we had read, so we figured it must look different, and we would just have to figure our own way up the mountain, based on what looked best in front of us. The weather was a little drizzly, and looking at the rock that went up from where we were, I wasn’t too keen on downclimbing it if it was full-on raining. But the weather report we had looked at earlier said it was supposed to clear up, and so we figured worst case, if it was raining when we got back to the top of this section on the way back, we could huddle and wait out the rain.
We went slowly. Carefully placing one hand, before moving a foot, then the other hand. It was 4th, low 5th climbing, it was wet, and I didn’t want to fall. I fully expected that we wouldn’t make it, that we would be forced to turn around, like on Champion. The weather would clear up though, and we would get energized, and say that the window had come, so we continued forward. Clouds came in and out. We
made it up to the next shoulder, from which we made steps up a snowy slope that led to a rock ridge.
The moves were spicy, I was pretty nervous at this point, mostly because it was pretty sustained
high class scrambling in wet conditions. I thought about how, if the weather soured, the return would be
even sketchier. Simeon and Tobias were leading, and I slowly trailed behind them, having an internal
debate whether I should stop and just wait for them to come back, or keep going. Suddenly Tobias yelled
out from the white out in front of me. “The peak is 30m ahead of us, the rest of the way is an easy ridge
walk to the top!” It was only then that I knew I would make it, and it was pretty exhilarating finally
having a successful summit after having to turn around on Champion, though I was still nervous for the
descent. On the summit we took some quick photos in the whiteout, and sent a quick message to Gabe
that we would be late (we had gone much slower than anticipated). On the way back we decided to take
some snow slopes down instead of the rocky ridge we had come up, and it proved much easier. We
carefully down-climbed the traverse and I breathed deeply when we made it back to the first shoulder,
finally able to relax, because I knew everything from there would be much easier. We had made it.


Simeon
She said it all. At this point I had zero expectations. Our pores were saturated. But that “weather
window” was a fascinating detail. For now, though, all we had was each move as it came up before us.


Gabe
When they got back to camp, they excitedly told me about their adventure and I was glad to hear of
their exploits. We packed up tents and started back down the valley. By about 8pm we made it to our
campsite in the moss from the way up. We passed around our bars and prepped for another night under
the trees.


DAY 11
Tired and hungry, we finished the last of our bushwhack. We took our time to enjoy walking
under the giant trees and to snack on salmon berries along the way. Once we got out to the beach, we
faffed around for a while. We dried our gear and soaked in the sun, which was cheekily poking its head
out after a notable two week absence.
We kayaked for a short while to the Curme Islands, on which we were the only inhabitants for
the night. We took the opportunity to take a group picture, during which was the only time any of us put
our crampons on for the entire trip. During our photoshoot, the rain came in quickly, so we packed up
our gear and made for our tents. I spent my final night swinging in my hammock, peaceful and dry under
a tarp.

DAY 12
We woke up relatively early that morning to make a beeline for the ferry. As we were packing
one of the boys noticed a water spout out in the distance towards Redonda Island. It was whales! I was
elated. They had come to see us home.
By the time we were out on the water, they had moved north further up the bay. We turned
south and said goodbye to the mountains that had graced us.
I split off from the group and returned my kayak in Lund while the others went a few kilometres
further south to pick up the car. I grabbed some cinnamon buns for the crew in town and chatted with
the outfitters while waiting for my pick up.
The ride home was easy. We made it to both of our ferries with very little trouble, and spent the
time outlining the notes that would end up making this trip report. We chatted mindlessly about the trip,
and trips to come. The Faendriches were figuring out how to get up the next inlet north.
I came home to an empty house. I pulled out all my gear onto my living room floor, took a
shower, and crashed.

Ian McDougall

Summer Mountain Leader training

It was an early start for me for a Monday morning sitting in my haar surrounded flat in Fife. The excitement and anticipation of a week’s training in the mountains however kept my spirits high. The forecast for my week ahead looked varied and unpredictable, which I took as a positive sign as I wanted to complete my training in a plethora of conditions! Driving north up the A9 the weather continually varied between lovely sunshine and short showers. On arrival to Badaguish Training Centre within the Cairngorms National Park I was greeted by my tall and hugely experienced course leader Johannes. Our training group consisted of six very keen individuals from all walks of life. However we all strangely came up from the Edinburgh area.

Our First day started with a briefing of how our week ahead would look and also some questions from around the group finding out what we all wanted to get out of the training. After getting to know each other a little and sharing past mountain experiences it was time for a little walk up Creag Gorm and Meall a’ Bhuachaille for some laid back nav practice and working out our timings and pacing. After a good 4 hours on the hill we returned back to the centre full of energy so our guide Johannes decided we would get in some basic rope work before the day ended. Having had indoor climbing experience, myself and some others found this section of training pretty straightforward and even after 10 minutes or so the whole group knew what they were doing!

Day two consisted of a proper hill day up Ben Rinnes with Mr Pete Hill, our course director. We meet Pete at the base of the mountain and readied ourselves for a day of navigation techniques, rope work and practicing the techniques required when dealing with difficult terrain. Pete’s teaching methods made this whole day fun and relaxed even though the weather consistently blew us about the hill. On our walk back down to the vehicles Pete taught us some amazing games which could be played with a group facing the prospect of a long slog back from a hike.

Day 3 was a day for getting wet! The weather was forecast to be terribly wet all day so Johannes decided this was a day to practice nav, first aid, emergency situations and since wewere wet already, river crossings! The day started at the upper car park near the Cairngorm Ski Centre. From here we all threw on our waterproofs and headed for the hills. The fact that a lot of the burns were currently in spate provided some very good conversation on risk and back up plans. After a while each member of the group was given a navigation leg in which only themselves and the course leader knew of. Correctly getting the group to the given location was nerve racking but fun and I’m happy to say each member of our group managed no problem! For much of the day we practiced using a verity of safey equipment such as bivvy bags, group shelters and making stretchers from rope. It was reaching 4pm when we got back to our vehicles and Johannes had one more thing for us to practice, river crossings! Johannes had a place in mind for us to practice however he took us up and down the river and sparked some healthy debate on what qualifies as a safe place to cross. After we chose a safe place to cross the inevitable nervousness and giggly throughout the group started! We all each took a turn in different positions within the group crossing the river and by the end of it no one could feel anything from the knees down! In happy and rejuvenated spirits though we all sat by the river for a briefing of the day.

Day 4 was a half day for us. A day of planning and preparation for the 2 day, 1 night hike and wild camp up in the Monadhliath Mountains. Fortunately our group was well prepared and decided that since we had a half day on day 4 we would all go into Aviemore for some pizza and a bit of group bonding.

Day 5-6 was the big one. The expedition. The weather was largely on our side with light winds, a little cloud and for our second day sunshine. We all met at a small car park just north of Newtonmore ready for our big day. It was good to see people with a variety of different sized backpacks and equipment. Mine being on the slightly larger side of things had me thinking id maybe brought too much! I always like plenty of layers! We set off sharp after a quick briefing and weather check. As in previous days each of us took a leg of the navigation and kept conversation flowing throughout. The day consisted of spotting a golden eagle, identifying flora and fauna, identifying distant peaks, bagging 2 munros (A’ Chailleach & Carn Sgulain) and finally setting up camp just below the summit of Geal Charn. After a brief stint in our tents we had a little dinner and waited till the light faded for the all-important night navigation. This consisted of finely tuning our navigation techniques and putting them to use in the pitch black of the night to properly simulate poor visibility. I was nervous about this section having never really done it before but when we got started I loved the logic and technicality of it! After some hours we got ourselves back to camp and threw ourselves in our beds after an exhausting day. The following morning we were greeted with calm and sunshine. We packed our bags and began the 3 hour stroll back to the cars. This was time of reflection, review and looking at the next step for each of us. Johannes completed our day with a bit of group and individual feedback which set each of our future goals!

This training was one of the greatest experiences I’ve ever had. It filled me with nothing but confidence in that what I was doing was the right thing for me. I met some wonderful people with whom I still have a Whatsapp group called the Monadhliath Moles (Inside joke) and cannot wait until I book my assessment.

Angus Hulbert

Sea Kayak Leader Assessment

I used to be a competitive slalom kayaker, competing in the premier division in the UK and ranking within the top 100. However when I made my move to Fort William to study Marine and Coastal Tourism I started to transfer these high quality slalom kayak-ing skills into sea kayaking. I initially did my first Sea Kayak Leader training as part of my Gold Duke of Edinburgh residential in 2017. However at this point an assessment was not on my horizon. Since then, I gained more sea kayaking experience and I thoroughly enjoyed this process as I was able to develop existing skills in effective sea kayaking leadership skills. When I made the move to UHI in Fort William I decided I wanted to re-do my seakayaking training to refresh what I had learned, now with the aim to do the assessment.

This training filled me with confidence and also gave me a few pointers as to where I could improve. At this point I had enough experience and was eager to do the assessment, I was in the process of booking an assessment when COVID-19 hit. In terms of my Sea Kayaking Leaders assessment this (COVID-19) ended up being a blessing in disguise as it allowed me to get further experience. During the first ease of lockdown restrictions I was on the look out for some work experience in sea kayak leading and an opportunity in Skye which I grasped with both hands. At this time assessments were not running, and therefore I had no choice but to get more experienceand retain the level of skills I had gained over the years. Getting this opportunity of work experience on Skye allowed me to work with qualified professionals who were able to give me coaching and pointers for improvement. Having this time to gain such experience was extremely precious as I then felt that I was in a far stronger position to sit my assessment when restrictions would allow.

Fast forward to May 2021 when lock-down restrictions were easing, I booked my assessment with the assistance of the Neil Mackenzie Trust. The day of the assessment changed multiple times due to a lack of conditions to effec-tively run the assessment. Eventually we settled on a day and location that suited therequirements of a Sea Kayak Leader Assessment. The assessment consists of personal paddling skills (Paddling skills, rolling in rough conditions and practical navigation skills), Safety and Rescue (rescuing other paddlers, self rescue and proficient tow-ing skills), Leadership Skills and finally Theory (tidal planning, weather, safety etc.). On the assessment there was one other being assessed along side our guinea pigs. We had to guide our guinea pigs around a small island. The conditions were perfect for the assessment and even going slightly above the remit, however this posed a good challenge for us as leaders. We were tasked with certain sections of the journey. I was tasked with taking our group across wind then surfing back into a sheltered bay. The conditions were growing at this point and I noticed one of our group needed some closer guidance away from some rocks, I was prompt in positioning myself in a place where I could guide them safely away and down into the bay. We were then tasked with using the conditions to find areas we could play on the waves with our group. I found a good point where larger surf-waves were forming near a headland, the group had great fun playing on these waves. Within the same task I was asked to guide our group through a gap in some rocks which had some waves in-between (Rock Hopping). Again the group enjoyed this.

To finish the assessment, certain scenarios were set up so that we could demonstrate our rescue skills. My scenario involved a group member falling out of their boat in a position where they may be washed onto the rocks. I decided to ask a group member to tow myself and the ‘casualty’ away from the rocks as I did the rescue, this involved emptying the capsized boat and getting the‘casualty’ back into the boat and back to safety. Finally, I had to demonstrate two methods of self-rescue, I chose to do a roll and a self-rescue called a re-entry and roll.The assessment was successful and I passed with the recommendation that I work towards my Advanced Sea Kayak Leader. With the support that I received from the Neil Mackenzie Trust I have now gained an extremely valuable qualification whilst also giving me a step-up into my future Industry.

A date for your diaries

Get outdoors day – November 13th 2021

Following our successful Walk in the Woods in May we have set the date for our Autumn “Get Outdoors” Day. It will be free (donatins accepted!), open to all ages and abilities and is designed to get people together outside, to take gentle exercise and socialise with a small number of old friends and new acquantancies, as well as promoting the Neil Mackenzie Trust. More details will be announced nearer the time, but please put it in your diary. Our day will be again be near Inverness, but we are hoping that we can encourage other events throughout Scotland, and possibly further afield.

If you would like to support us – particularly if you have previously had a grant from us – please consider orgainising a small event near you. It does not have to be a walk. It can be a cycle, climb, paddle, or anything else. The idea is to get a group of people together, outdoors, to promote health and wellbeing. If you are unable to do anything on November 13th, any other time in November would be good – or even October or December. If you let us know what you are thinking of, we will give you as much support as we can, and send you information about the Trust to pass on to your group.

We launched our Health and Wellbeing Grant earlier in the year. Originally it was a small grant to help people out of lockdown, but now we are finding other opportunities to help people who will benefit from our support. If you would like more details of this grant, please email us at theneilmackenzietrust@dr.com

Educational Expedition to Iceland

Glasgow University Exploration Society

Skálanes Nature and Heritage Centre, a remote scientific research station located on a peninsula on the East Coast of Iceland, is situated in a 1250-hectare nature reserve, surrounded by rocky cliffs and steep mountains covered in rushing waterfalls. The reserve sits at the mouth of a vast fjord, which stretches out endlessly to what feels like the edge of the world, and its deep blue and green tones are highlighted by the endless purple fields of Alaskan lupine. Its secluded location, completely isolated from the noise pollution of our home city of Glasgow, would make it almost completely silent; if not for the constant sounds, screeches, cries and wing beats of the 47 bird species supported by this habitat. Under the continuous daylight and midnight sun of Icelandic summer , this beautiful and practically pristine environment is what we were lucky enough to experience every day as part of the University of Glasgow Iceland Expedition 2021.

Under the banner of our university’s Exploration Society, we lived and worked at Skálanes for 6 weeks throughout June – July 2021. Our self-organised team is made up of 6 undergraduate students of different disciplines: Avery, Lotta and Abi from Zoology; Clara from Genetics; Bethan from Physics; and myself (Emma) from Environmental Science. Despite coming from different fields of study, we were united by our interest in the outdoors, and in exploring and studying sub-arctic environments and the species within them. These species are fragile and highly vulnerable to environmental changes, and we designed our own research projects that focussed on monitoring the health of the local populations.

Full report can be found here.

Iceland was the perfect destination for our expedition, and the East Coast in particular ideal place for us to combine our research goals with our desire for adventure, to explore, and to learn about the culture and heritage of the country from the perspectives of the different people we met along the way. Through conducting our own research projects, we were able to develop our fieldwork and data analysis skills and learned many valuable lessons about the unpredictability of fieldwork, particularly in such a wild and unpredictable climate such as in Iceland, and how important it is to be able to adapt: the only certainty is that nothing will go according to plan! The expedition allowed us to develop a multitude of transferable skills which will be invaluable to us in presenting ourselves as strong, experienced candidates for research opportunities, employment, and hopefully for other exciting expeditions in the future. Our research will also be published on the International Network for Terrestrial Research and Monitoring in the Arctic, and so we hope that the projects we did here will aid in the conservation and future management of these species in Iceland and wider sub-arctic areas.

It is strange to look back on the days when our team were strangers; our expedition was such an incredible and inspiring experience for us all, through which we have bonded as scientific colleagues, team-mates, and most as importantly friends for life. We are so grateful to the Neil Mackenzie Trust for making our expedition possible, especially in such uncertain times, through the Educational Expedition Grant. As fellow Glasgow students it was a great honour for us to continue Neil’s legacy of combining scientific research with a love of adventure. It was hard to say goodbye to Iceland and our new friends after all the amazing memories we made, but I have no doubt we will back as soon as we can.

Peter Nelson

Summer Mountain Leader Assessment, Glenmore Lodge, July 2021

With the help of The Neil Mackenzie Trust I was fortunate enough to attend a Summer Mountain Leader (SML) Assessment at Glenmore Lodge.My first experience of Glenmore lodge was two years ago for the SML training course. During both the training and assessment, the lodge provided outstanding hospitality. The facilities leave you wanting for nothing and the food is certainly worth mentioning due to its quality. I would highly recommend Glenmore lodge.

The SML award allows successful candidates to lead others on walks in the lowlands, hills and mountains of the UK and Ireland. Throughout the week, candidates are assessed on their ability to lead, safely manage groups across a variety of terrain, inspire and educate others about the mountain environment and much more.

Monday – Introductions and Steep Ground. Initial introductions and discussion of why we wanted the award. Personally, I want to inspire adventure. I had the privilege of being involved with outdoor learning when I was young and I feel it is important for me to provide these same opportunities. I have had an excellent time learning more about the mountain environment during my two year consolidation period between training and assessment. From learning details of moss campion, weather fronts, leadership skills and beyond, each aspect of the syllabus has entertained me, enhanced my skill set and increased my passion for wanting to share it with others.  After the instructors had made expectations clear we drove to Coire Cas car park and ascended Fiacaill Ridge via Twin Ribs. I had the opportunity to demonstrate how I would lead a group on steep terrain, teach appropriate foot movements and safe guard group members with a rope in an emergency.

Tuesday – Emergency procedures, river crossings and a walk up Meall a’ Bhuachaille.A saunter up Meall a’ Bhuacaille, stopping every so often to discuss emergency procedures, flora and fauna etc. A portion of the day was also spent using a variety of techniques to cross a river while ensuring the safety of a group.  In the evening we were asked to plan a three day expedition and create a short presentation detailing what advice we would give to a novice who was looking to go camping (tents, sleeping bags, stoves etc).

Wednesday – Final weather checks and start of the three day, two night expedition.  Presentations were given first thing followed by each candidate explaining their chosen route. Each route was taken into consideration and the instructor pondered what location would best suit. The forecast suggested wet and windy conditions in the Cairngorms. The occluded front did not look likely to move much over the three days. It was decided that we would centre our expedition around the cloudy but dry area surrounding Aonach Beag. After a short drive we began the walk from the west end of Loch Laggan. There were three candidates on the course and we rotated who led each leg. During the day, sections were becoming varied and as we headed off track into the wilderness, navigational tasks became more demanding. We walked up Creag Pitridh and along to Geal Charn before descending towards Allt Cam.Camp was reached around 1700 and I was able to sigh with relief as the instructor said we had finished for the day and we were not going to go out for night navigation.

Thursday – Day 2 of expedition and night navigation. It was an 0830 start and straight into more complex navigation. Throughout the day I relied heavily on contours and a variety of strategies to relocate. On the journey we crossed over Carn Dearg, Geal-Charn, Aonach Beag and Beinn Eibhinn before descending north toward camp two around 1630.At 2300 my alarm clock woke me from a deep sleep and I emerged from my sleeping bag for our night navigation test. We began around 2330. The weather had been favourable until then. The odd shower and passing of low cloud hadn’t caused too much difficulty. But as we emerged from the tents, the surrounding area was soakedin low lying cloud and persistent drizzle. We returned around 0230 after finding some knolls, spurs and re entrants under torch light.

Friday – Back to the lodge, shower, food and an intense wait for the result. At 0900 we began our walk from the base of Meall Cos Charnan back to the van. We each took a final leg to get the group back to the car park.  Back at the lodge, I was greeted with a warm shower and a great plate (once more) of food. It was a nerve-racking wait. Eventually I was called into the instructors office. A big handshake and ‘well done’ confirmed my pass of the award. I was immediately hit with immense relief and happiness. I cannot wait to put my new skills into practice and begin the journey of educating, providing opportunities and inspiring others in the wonderful mountains of Britain.

A huge thanks to The Neil Mackenzie Trust for your support.

Summer Newsletter

Intoducing our new newsletter available here, online and as a paper copy.

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Get Outdoors Day, Coming out of Covid, hopefully!


On 22nd May we launched our new Health and Wellbeing Grant with a family, covid compliant walk in our local woods at Daviot, near Inverness. Designed to help ease people out of lockdown and to enhance their wellbeing, the new grant offers a sum of up to £100 to anyone able to indicate a mental or physical need, to join a local exercise group, for example walking, cycling or even team sport.

The walk was attended by individuals, couples and families.  Following some warm up exercises from our leader, Val Rose, of Val Rose Health and Fitness, we set off on a 5k walk.  The children were well entertained with a scavenger hunt, while the adults gradually formed small groups and engaged in relaxed conversations.

It was a chance to meet friends, old and new, and take some gentle exercise, concluding with a drink and home-made cake. It was also possible, then, to learn more about all the grants the Trust offers, and, of course to make donations to the Trust and buy some of their merchandise.  From this, and another “wellbeing” event the Trust raised £500 in May. (See June blog https://theneilmackenzietrust.com/2021/06/03/celebrating-health-and-wellbeing/)

After the event Carol, who attended, said “This was a great afternoon … I think I speak for several people who attended – we would love another one!”

I am sure this can be arranged, Carol! Indeed we have pencilled in November 13th as a possible date.

Partnership with Glenmore Lodge

In 2019, shortly before Covid hit, we struck up a partnership with Glenmore Lodge, Scotland’s Outdoor Training Centre, where we are able to offer enhanced grants for outdoor skills training of up to £400 to anyone over the age of 14 who could demonstrate a need by being disadvantaged, mentally, physically, or financially.  

Cornelia Frederiksen, the first to  receive this grant in February 2020, said afterwards “It has been a fantastic experience and a personal achievement.”

Fundraising

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A big thank you to all our supporters.  Please keep in touch and let us know your fundraising ideas!

We are extremely grateful to everyone who has helped us raise funds and particularly Fiona Elder and Kate Downes who cycled the length of Vancouver Island (500km), in September 2020, and raised a magnificent £1,265 for us.

You can help us

Do you buy anything from Amazon?  If you do, log on to Amazon Smile https://smile.amazon.co.uk/ and select to support The Neil Mackenzie Trust. We will receive a donation each time you make a purchase.  Since we started getting donations through Amazon we have received over £125.

We have a voucher for canoe or kayak hire for 2 for a weekend, from Tiso, Inverness.  Place your bid by email to theneilmackenzietrust@dr.com (anything over £20) and the highest bidder will be announced on 24th July. 

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Who we have helped …………………

Recent (since May 2021) skills training grants that have been awarded:

Ian McDougall

Ailsa Lopez

Angus Hulbert

Expedition grants have been awarded to destinations including Iceland, Alaska, Namibia, Madagascar,

……………. and what they have said.

“Massive thanks to the wonderful Neil Mackenzie Trust ……… You absolute legends!”

“Having the support of the Neil Mackenzie Trust has been fantastic, as it’s often hard to find the funds required to participate in training and assessments.”

 “Thank you so much for your support and for believing in me.”

The Canadian connection

Neil was an active member of the Outdoor Club at the University of British Columbia, and since his death the Trust has contributed to grants that have been awarded to members to embark on adventures they would not otherwise have been able to do, including some to Scotland.

Carly & Kelsey came to Scotland in 2017`

Can we help you or someone you know?

Get in touch, let us know your plans and we will help if we can!

We have paid out 37 grants (since 2016) totalling over £10,000 – over half on outdoor skills training grants.

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Celebrating Health and Wellbeing!

May has been a busy month for us, and we, like everyone else, have been learning to adapt to a very different way of life!  Of course for many of us, Covid and lockdown have been dominating factors in what we do and how we do it for what seems like a very long time, so the first signs of change at the end of April, allowing us to socialise again, and even begin to travel, were very welcome.   After all this time not being able to visit our friends and families, there was a sense of uncertainty in this new-found freedom and naturally an element of anxiety.  Lockdowns and restrictions are not really very good for our health!

Behind the scenes, the Trustees at The Neil Mackenzie Trust have been busy.  As we have not had many applications to consider, we turned our attention to thinking of ways we can help other categories of people, who are perhaps not quite so adventurous as those we normally assist.  Of course, we too have been stuck inside and as outdoorsy people ourselves we understand the frustrations, so how about a ‘Health and Wellbeing Grant’ to help those that struggled mentally and physically with lockdown?

So the Health and Wellbeing Grant was born.  How would it work?  Well, when I look out of my office window I see hills, and at the moment there are also lambs in the fields.  Whatever the weather this view makes me smile and appreciate the area in which I am lucky to live.  The Trust is all about encouraging people to push their boundaries and learn new skills in an outdoor environment, so how about we combine the two?  Just being outside is enough to make people feel better, so if we could offer a little financial incentive to help those who are finding it difficult to get active again, it benefits us all.    If you have experienced health problems during the pandemic and would like some financial assistance to join an outdoor group or start a new outdoor activity, then please do have a look at our new Grant! Health and Wellbeing award – The Neil Mackenzie Trust

Of course, our new Grant needed promoting, and what better way to do this than to organise an outdoor event, with the aim of encouraging folk outside to enjoy their surroundings, meet new people and where possible, be active. 

So, on Saturday 22nd May, we hosted a Get Outdoors Day in Daviot Woods and welcomed a very mixed group of individuals from all ages and abilities for a walk, scavenger hunt and refreshments.  The feedback was very positive, and everyone who came did so for different reasons, but I hope you would agree that our aims were met: 

‘Thank you so much for a fab afternoon – we all loved it and I’m so glad the weather showed up for it. Great idea and fab mix of folk, good to have a blether with lots of different people on the way round.  I meant to take more [photos] but was enjoying just walking along phone free!’

‘Yesterday was great! I look forward to the next one.  I’m also pleased to say that I recorded over 10,000 steps for the first time in a very long time!’

‘We had a lovely time on Saturday, met lots of lovely people and found a new wood to stomp around.’

More photos of the day can be found in our Photo Gallery.

We were also very pleased that our friends at the School of Adventure Studies at West Highland College UHI in Fort William were able to organise a Taster Coasteering session as part of our Get Outdoors Day event too – definitely for the more adventurous, but thoroughly enjoyed by all!  Thank you again to Andy and Zeemon at Coasteering.Fun for hosting the event for us!  Click here to see a short video, put together by Jose from the School of Adventure Studies, of their exploits.

As well as being active and outdoors, self-care is also an important part of health and wellbeing, whether it is establishing a good sleep pattern, practising mindfulness, taking up Yoga, or even just making time for a relaxing bath – these all help us feel better.  It is also something that is very often neglected, and can lead to mental health issues.  As an outdoorsy, working Mother, I have to admit that self-care (particularly in the form of skincare routines, facials and spa products) is not very high up on my agenda, so when I was invited to join a Body Shop at Home group on social media I really wasn’t sure whether it was for me.  Siobhan, who runs the group, which revolves around the promotion and selling of Body Shop products, is also an advocate of positive health and wellbeing, tying in with the Trust’s ethos, so I thought I would give it a go.  She also raises money for a nominated monthly charity, and was happy to help the Trust in our fundraising and promotion efforts throughout May – a win win situation you could say!  Thank you Siobhan and Lisa for all of your hard work and support this month, and yes, I do I love all my new goodies!

As well as raising awareness of the new Grant, there has been an element of fundraising to all of our activities this month, and we are very pleased to announce that we have raised a grand total of £500, which will all go towards future grant awards.  Thank you to every single person who took part in one of our activities, or gave a donation towards this fantastic total.

So looking after your Health and wellbeing can come in many forms, and throughout the month of May we at the Trust have embraced many of them – we hope this will inspire you to do the same!