The day itself started out sunny and breezy. The approach we took was to go up the side of the mountain, where you can see that tiny v notch and then turn right to head up to the top of the domed summit. First you have to walk several miles along quite a good track to get anywhere near the mountain.
I feel the climbing gods were with our group today.
Once you feel you've gotten close, you really haven't. There are still some small ascents to go up and over.
And a few lochans (what the English would call tarns,) to walk by. This one was filled with trout which would occasionally leap out of the water to snatch at midges. The breeze kept the pesky critters off us though.
And then the steep climb begins. Fortunately it was dry and the path was relatively good. There is a bit of loose stone, but lots of solid footholds. And it zigzags which makes it slightly easier on the legs and cardio.
It goes down both sides of Suilven for hundreds of feet. Just amazing. As are the views of the sea, summer isles and more mountains in the background.
And here's just one of the views from the summit. Rain could be seen approaching from the distance so alas, we only had about ten minutes at the top before our leader was urging us to move on so we could descend (the same way we came up) in safety.
It was a tough climb but an exhilarating one. It's not the highest mountain in the area; it's not even a munro. But there is something very special about climbing Suilven and it felt an immense privilege to be on the top. And even though we had to slog back along the track in the rain with tired legs (I thought it would never end!), looking back, Suilven looked absolutely magical in the mist. And I was up there. Brilliant.