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      <title>sun sea and high camping in the blackmount</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Winter over, 20c forecast and light winds, I jumped on the ferry on Friday afternoon and drove across to Fort William and down the road to Bridge of Orchy, hung a right and pootled along the single track road to Inveroran, aiming for my third last Munro, Stob a&amp;rsquo;Choire Odhair. Funny that. I&amp;rsquo;ve been up Stob Ghabhar at least three times but I don&amp;rsquo;t remember ever having been up its smaller neighbour. I remember one memorable traverse from the White Corries ski centre, along the Blackmount ridge at the end of winter in &amp;lsquo;89, meeting Rab the stalker on the way down Stob Ghabhar and having dinner with Rab and Jean at Clashgour, followed by a lift in their landrover to Bridge of Orchy for a night in the pub. They called Clashgour The Land of Milk and Honey and what a place it was. Superbly isolated near the headwaters of the Dochard glen, peering into remote mountains at the head of Glen Kinglass. I remember one night there, watching the picture on their wee telly turn all sorts of colours and shapes, twisting, dimming, turning green then purple then filling the screen, only to crumple back to a geometrical mess of psychedelic shapes. All this as the generator was playing up round the back, sending the voltage haywire.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;http://stravaiger.com/blog/images/posts/sun_sea_and_high_camping_in_the_blackmount/evening_sunlight_to_the_west_along_abhainn_shira-4510562345.jpg&#34; title=&#34;Evening sunlight to the west along Abhainn Shira&#34;&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;http://stravaiger.com/blog/images/posts/sun_sea_and_high_camping_in_the_blackmount/evening_sunlight_to_the_west_along_abhainn_shira-4510562345-800px.jpg&#34; alt=&#34;Evening sunlight to the west along Abhainn Shira&#34;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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