| Thursday dawned and the rain still lashed down, the burn beyond the tents still foamed its way down to the river Meig, it would be hard to find an easy way onto the stalkers path leading up into the Coire Mhoraigein |  |
| We discussed the alternatives and duly set out on the Orrin route as planned. Faint heart never won fair lady. We later found that Anne & Jimmy had reached Inverchoran about nine o’clock. We could not have headed them off. It would have been ten before we could reach there. |  |
| Up into the Mhoraigein we went in the rain, wonderful waterfalls cascaded down the slopes across Gleann Fhiodhaig, and the burn flowing below our path crashed and tumbled over the rocks as it raced down to the river below. It was an enjoyable climb, the track was good and well graded until we came to the final climb to the cairn at the top of the pass. This last part is quite a steep pitch, the path seemed to dissolve into peat hags and soggy grass slopes. It was only a short final climb (400 ft.) and at the top we were rewarded with the view to L. Caoidhe. The rain had now almost stopped, things were looking up, the path leading to Glen Orrin could be seen flanking the hillside. On the way down we could clearly see the remains of the ancient Caledonian forests exposed where the peat had been eroded. | 
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we were down to the Loch and were met by A & J who installed us on a
heathery bank out of the cool breeze, and plied us with hot coffee,
sandwiches and cake. They had been fishing the mountain Lochs while
waiting for us to arrive, I could see brown trout in Jimmy’s bag.
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