I’d been looking forward to the OARC SOTA activity day on the 8th July. I’m on holiday at Glenmore Campsite and the path to Meall a’Bhuacaill starts just across the road. My previous activations had been two 1pt and one 2pt. I was about to find that GM/ES-027 at 4 points was a whole new game for me.
I’d guessed 2 hours for the ascent but, as the stops to admire the scenery got more and more frequent… Well it took 2:45. At the top it was blowing a hooligan and there seemed to be no escape from it. I quickly decided I wouldn’t risk my 7m telescopic mast so 2M FM it would have to be.
I’m really sorry not to complete a first contact with a 2M0 station. I was juggling a Handheld, with a hand Mike. As I. As I held the radio high, my notepad blew away, by the time I got all back in place the station had gone.
At this point I had a sit, and thought what I could do. I saw a big boulder not far off and got some shelter behind it.
Still using the handheld and whip antenna I worked GM0GTU, Stuart in Nairn and shortly after GM4KJQ. All then went quiet.
I decided to try the Slim G on the bottom 4 sections of the mast. Once again I was juggling. Mast in one hand and Mike in the other with a fluffy wind cover. Hoping I wouldn’t have to QSY I put out a call, and there was Fraser, MM0EFI/P on GM/ES-018. I recognised his voice before getting his call sign. He said to QSY… A bit of juggling later and we managed to complete the QSO. I was getting a QRM carrier on all channels above 145.500 with the Slim G. I put out a few more calls, but nothing. Just one more to activate.
I took down the mast and the Slim G, and back to the whip. It finally dawned on me that the contacts were to the North or East, and there was lump of hill to my north. So I skirted round to the North. There was no shelter, so I just crouched down in the blaeberries and made contact with GM1TGY in Aberlour, and the heard “summit to summit” it was MM7SHX/P on GM/CS-109.
At this point I decided it was time to go back down. I’d made 5 contacts, 2 summit to summits with OARC members.
And that is when I felt every bit of 67 years of wear an tear. The descent was, frankly, quite scary. My legs were giving up. With hindsight I think it was low blood sugar, but I was getting quite anxious about falling. It took much longer than I expected to get back to the motor home, but I made it in one piece.
Oh and the “Getting too old”, that was the excuse i was ready to give the guy yomping up the hill while I was enjoying my penultimate scenic break. As he got closer I realised he was a good 10 years older than me. So no excuses, but I think my next activations will be 1 or 2 pt hills till I get a bit fitter.