No fence lines, no roads, no agriculture, no ski tows, no lights, no villages, no signs, nothing but mountain in the raw. This is the view that greets you as you round the waters of Loch Pattack, and Ben Alder fills your horizon. That a mountain so large can be lost from the outside world on our busy little island never ceases to amaze even when you have set eyes upon it many times. This is the magic of Ben Alder, and once seen the draw to climb to its lofty summit is irresistible.
Ben Alder is not a dash-from-the-valley mountain, though; its remote setting means that to climb it you have to fully commit and spend time on it. The very fast might grace its summit with a fleeting…