The Ben Nevis Chronicles : Falling Down A Mountain, as told by K & H

As promised, here’s the remaining descriptions from K & H. Both of these make me giggle! So please enjoy.

As told by Miss K:

Recently, me, Hux, Becky and Rainsbury took on the beast that is Ben Nevis… It was an amazing adventure with many great memories! One of the more memorable events happened shortly after lunch when we hit what felt like a wall of snow! The incline was pretty harsh, any semblance of a path had disappeared completely and we were definitely not suitably equipped for what we decided to do next, which was climb the bleeding thing! We had been going for some time and were tired and I think in our heads we had crampons and pick axes but in reality we were dealing with walking poles (which actually served us pretty well but were nevertheless not enough for winter climbing) and grips which never wanted to stay on!

Slowly but surely however, we made our way up. We got just under half way up and had actually reached quite a height –  it was at that point though that we decided it would be best to turn around and begin the long descent back to camp – we were running out of daylight and, as much as we may have wanted to continue, it was too dangerous and bodies were aching!!!

We now had to get back down the snow slide that we had just climbed…Hux started to descend slowly and suddenly decided it would fun to slide down to where the snow had mostly disappeared and the path we had climbed up previously could be seen again – it looked like so much fun but I wasn’t going to try it, plus Andrew (Hux) shouted not to. Luckily, Hux managed to stop himself near the bottom by slamming his poles into the snow and gradually coming to a halt. I did slip at one point and started sliding but somehow managed to stop myself before gaining too much momentum! Realising how slippery it was I took it very, very slowly from then on…
What happened next was pretty darn funny albeit a bit (VERY) dangerous! Ha :/
Above me, Becky was starting to descend as well – at that point I was roughly halfway between Becky (at the top) and Hux (at the bottom) when I saw Becky start sliding. She quickly recovered, me and Hux sighed with relief but, almost immediately, she started sliding again and this time she was not stopping!!
Me and Hux were watching her waiting to see if she would be able to get up again. As she got closer I realised she was not going to stop and was heading right for me, I started to scramble as quickly as I could to move out of the way otherwise there would then be two of us sliding down the mountain. As she passed me, at what felt like 60mph, Becky was now going backwards butt-first and I could see Hux preparing (somewhat anxiously) to stop her sliding and flying off the face of the mountain never to be seen again. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that on the other side of the path was a huge drop down the side of the mountain!!

The next part reminds me of one of those fight scenes where all you can see is dust and the odd limb appear here and there! Becky knocked Hux clean off his feet and they started rolling, I couldn’t keep track of who rolled over who! Then, one of Hux’s walking poles flew high up into the air and slid down the snow. It all happened so fast – mine and Rainbury’s view was priceless and we couldn’t help but giggle initially. We all immediately shouted up to Rainsbury to tell him not to attempt it and all soon realised how lucky they had been not to disappear of the mountain side…any further to the right and the rocks would not have been there to stop them! What were we thinking!? But what a ride, just like a movie scene 🙂


As told by Mr H:

Hey, I’m Andrew. As a reader of Becky’s blog you may already know me as H as that is my surname. In this brief description I will be writing about Becky’s attempt to race us to the bottom of the mountain on her arse, and my attempt to stop her from winning!

What started as a casual decent down the mountain ended up with the two of us sitting rather uncomfortably on some rocks but I shall get to that later. When we had reached the furthest point we could reasonably achieve that day, we began to slowly descend the mountain face. With my naturally competitive nature I had to go first because you gotta win, right? I past the others and was about 10 metres away from where the ground phased between snow to rock. At this time of year this was a very common pattern on the mountain as it’s only just the beginning of the season and there is a mega tonne of snow up there.

As I slowly approached the next clump of rocks I slipped and ended on my arse, no damage done. I thought “Hey, why don’t I just slide to the next rock pile. Where is the harm in that?” . So I proceeded to slide my way to the rocks picking up speed. I placed my hands on the ground to no avail, so I jammed my walking sticks between my legs into the snow to slow myself almost castrating myself in the process.  With the combination of the walking sticks and the first group of friendly rocks stopping my decent, I ripped part of the thigh in my trousers.  Minor scratches, nothing to write home about.
I then stood up, dusted myself off and looked back at the others slowly climbing down. I tried yelling up the mountain to warn the others, “as much as it looks fun to slide, it’s almost impossible to stop yourself once you get going!”  I was lucky as it was only a short distance so I didn’t do much damage to myself.  On this snowy face of the mountain there was Becky and her other half at the top of the slope, and my other half, half way down towards me. I thought, I better wait for the others to keep together. Power in numbers and all that!

As they slowly descended Becky slipped and ended up on her arse, but no big deal. I stood there looking over the mountain waiting for them to move along and then I looked back up to them. Becky was struggling to get back up on the slippery surface. I stood watching thinking “Don’t rush, you’re going to slip,”. As I just finished that thought, Becky started sliding down the mountain, not by choice.  I crossed my fingers in hope that she would stop as she was bearing down on my girlfriend and then we would have two people sliding down the mountain! My other half managed to scramble out of the way and stood on helplessly.  At this point Becky was spinning and I looked over my shoulder to see the two options Becky had to stop. Either hit the rocks at speed or disappear over the snowy verge to the right of the rocks never to be seen again.  Neither seemed particularly appealing.

As I didn’t want Becky to get hurt or disappear over the ridge and get eaten by the mountain, I thought I better do something to stop her or at least slow her down. I turned and faced her head on, walking sticks in hand, in a low crouched position bracing for the impact to come. The last thing I remember just before the impact was me sighing in anticipation, thinking this is going to hurt.

The next thing I know is, I’m face down in some rocks and my knee feeling like it’s on fire. I turned myself over, blinking a couple of times to get my eyes back in focus. I find Becky in a heap not far from me looking in a generally ok condition. I called over regardless to see if she was alright, she nodded and asked the same. I looked down at my knees which were caught between two sets of rocks in what looked like a praying position.  I straightened myself out, and being a typical boy, started picking at the new shallow hole in my leg, picking out the dirt and pulling off the little chunk of skin still flapping about in the wind.  In the tumble I managed to lose one of my sticks which I jammed in the ground before Becky’s impact. It had ended up further down the mountain so I needed to retrieve it. The descent down the mountain was slow and painful, but thankfully no serious injuries.  Nothing retelling the story in a heroic way wouldn’t fix! Maybe I should have a cape in my next draft.

I cant help but titter away to myself when reading through these!

There you have it. The story told from 4 perspectives, now it’s like you were there! Hope you all enjoyed reading these as much as I did! More BN posts are still to come, but all a little less on the extreme side!

A huge thank you to Andrew, Andrew H, and Kayleigh for contributing!

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