One of the most recognisible peaks of Mourne and perhaps the only one that necessitates removing hands from pockets. Slieve Bernagh gets its name from the two rocky granite tors which crown the summit and the gap or saddle betweeen them.
Slieve Bearnagh is the 83rd highest summit in Ireland. Our data has reached 75% of the goal for this summit. (Details)
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by sbender 30 Oct 2008
I did a horseshoe walk in the Mournes last week, but wasn't sure at first under which mountain I would write about my experience. finally decided on Slieve Bearnagh for the simple reason that it was a tough nut to crack. I started at 9.00 after parking at the Crocknafeola Wood, and 'entered' into Mournes area at point J276226(Point A) up Slieve Muck. It was a hard start, especially with 15kg on your back (I had the bright idea to camp out one night). After that onto Carr Mountain, via Slieve Loughshannagh and Slieve Meelbeg to Slieve Meelmore following the wall. after a steep descent, you guessed it........ Slieve Bearnagh. I thought my legs were going to turn to jelly. Could not climb the Tor as at this stage there was blowing a galeforce wind and I was on my own. Had a bit of lunch on the other side of this mountain. Unfortunately the weather started to deteriorate at this point, sleet and hail, interspersed with some rain at galeforce speed (the word sand blasting sprung to mind). After that simply following the wall, Slievenaglogh, SlieveCorragh, Slieve Commedagh, and finally Slieve Donard. After descending I had wanted to climb Chimney Rock Mountain, but it was already 17.15. I would have to do my final descent in the dark, so decided against that. I followed the wall for another bit untill point J353262(Point B) and descended just north-west of Rocky Mountain, keeping the Hares Castle (the hares were not home) to the right. Do not....I repeat, do not use this route. It was a total disaster. Very overgrown uneaven and bouldery (hidden) flank of this mountain. I must have fallen over about a dozen times (no joke). Finally reached the Annalong Valley at 18.30. In time to pitch my tent before dark at point J342243(Point C) at the weir and cook some pasta out of a bag (Which tasted like honey at this stage). Next day great weather, I looked up at Slieve Binnian but my legs were protesting in such a way that I had to leave that for another holiday. Ended up with a 13km road walk instead. I stayed in Newcastle in the Avoca Hotel which has nice sea front rooms. If you decide to do the Mournes, Have dinner in Villa Vinci, you'll be well looked afgter by Bennie, the owner, and the food is fantastic, just what you need after a long walk.
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by gingerbus 4 Mar 2010
So Sherpa Paul finally decides - "I'll come over to you". An inner voice thanked the mountain gods. I had gone from step-fast, shot past crag-fast and at this stage had become indisputably mountain-fast. We agreed that it was too dangerous to proceed upwards, and once we'd made a definite decision to descend, my mood lifted. I dug my heels into the snow, one tentative footstep after the other, zig-zagging down the side of Bearnagh. Sherpa Paul led the way whilst I followed, cautiously. We eventually made it down, avoiding the steps on the final leg by veering towards the gentler incline to the south-east.
Glad to be finally down at the gap, we spotted a group of lads preparing to embark, one of them happy out in his shorts in the sub-zero air. We stood there watching as they proceeded to swiftly ascend The Steps and mill up over the edge of the plateau and upwards out of sight. The Sherpa and I looked at each other for a moment, wished them better luck than we'd had, then silently headed back down from whence we came.
Trudging down along the Trassey, the snow slowly beginning to recede in the afternoon sun, the banter ranged from a considered analysis of the conditions we'd encountered up top, the shoulda-woulda-couldas of our decision to descend, to some light-hearted jeering from the Sherpa regarding my mist-fear. I was now in the lead and enjoying my reclaimed joie de vivre, when we suddenly came upon a group of young people being lead by an adult. Being the gentleman I am, I of course sidled over out of the way of this youthful group (my joyous impetus was too great to simply come to a halt) onto what I thought was a snow-free piece of heather. Now, there was a good reason that piece of ground wasn't covered in snow. I stumbled shin deep into the muddy water, the shock of which propelled me onwards and inwards. It's hard to maintain decorum when scrambling about in a muddy stream with a line of shocked teenagers frozen in surprise and gawking at you, but I did manage to stumble back to the track just at the end of the line, after spewing forth a few irreverent utterances, to which the guide could only counter an "Oh dear....". Quick as I could, I settled back into some sort of dignified stride as if it had never happened, only to have the Sherpa arrive beside me and proceed to crease himself up with laughter. "We'll stop here to take a break" the guide was heard to say, although whether that was to instruct his charges on a prime example of what *not* to do when mountain climbing, or to give himself a chance to recover from a fit of hysterics is hard to know.
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by Bleck Cra 19 Oct 2009
You fall down a manhole: a bad day. You awake to a broken heart: another bad day. Your children are eaten by alligators: also a bad day. So when polemicists assert that there are no bad days it is clear they have never drawn their own blood. Slieve Bearnagh, Diva of the Mourne Mountains is flame to the moth that was, at least last Saturday, a mountain dragnet performed by squillions of be-woggled pubescents. Led by fat sweaty men and bounding healthy women, they poured into every one of Bearnagh's mountain tracks like the Blackwater up rabbit holes. A bad day is also one that starts with the zip coming off your jacket, your boots left at home and the torpor of a damp Ulster morning; the kind with the trick rain that doesnt fall but soaks you to your soul. Bearnagh breaks the rolling Mournes skyline with 2 ragged tors; and the silence of the Trassey valley with a siren call to action. Her northern flank is cracked and torn by a thousand feet over more gravel than granite; her southern is worse and with little stupidity you can ski down it to your demise. Out of every corner they came like Gengis shagging Khan. And so every route-off-route had to be devised, to avoid being deafened, flattened and trodden on. So deny yourself Trassey or the Pad and approach her from Corragh; juke round the Poluphuca to the col twixt More and herself; shin up the first 5 mins right of the wall and slabs and then go left of them and hold that left unto the summit and down. The sky became sun, the din became song and the damp became diamonds. OK, so bad days ..? Toggly go boggly go woggly. (Comment Rating 4.17)
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Picture: The sun setting behind Slieve Bearnagh, viewed from the North Tor. Expand pics.
by csd 8 Jan 2006
Having tackled the North Tor from Hare's Gap, the route up to the main summit is simplicity itself: just follow the wall. I was fortunate to catch the sun just as it was setting behind the summit tors, as viewed from the North Tor summit. Return to the Trassey Track was achieved by heading west down to the col with Slieve Meelmore. (Comment Rating 4.00)
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by Bleck Cra 7 Jan 2008
“ It isn’t that gully.” “Yes it is.” “No it’s not.” “Yes it is.” I lapped them on the Brandy Pad this Saturday. Da-v-Og. 65-v-40. You just knew they’d been at this for years. Westerly?! Commercial explosives couldn’t have blown you off Bearnagh more effectively. It dropped me into rocks twice, to language unheard of outside of Marseille. Bearnagh is arguably the matriarch of the Mourne Mountains - more dramatic in craggy outline than the other big girls and dodgy enough in the best conditions, let alone this relentless, swirling, mischievous maelstrom. This is because the main routes in the other Mournes 700ms+ tops avoid danger: the track off the Meelmore col positively encourages it, kissing the crags on Bearnagh Slabs and testing it from evaporating footholds in powder-soft granite. Stir in the white stuff in drifts of a foot deep and you have an irresistible cocktail of exposure, danger and bravado. Can I commend Bearnagh: black, sunless and bad in winter? Probably not, but come at her from Meelmore and that experience will so mesmerise you as to dull the pain until you emerge on to her lush Eastern slopes. Meelmore is magical in winter. Is it the scramble over dagger-sharp rocks and mutant icicles? Is it the vistas across the whole range and farther? Is it the sun-soaked summit – white witch to Bearnagh’s black? Perhaps it is the lone, deep canine footprints seen above the Poluphuca - bigger than a fox, bigger than a dog, some say bigger than a wolf. Even he can’t resist a run up Meelmore on a day like this. A loop off Commedagh to pick up the Trassey track, lasso-ed Da and Og again - “It wasn’t that gully.” “Yes it was.” “No it wasn’t.” “Yes it was.” Saturday - v.windy day. (Comment Rating 4.00)
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by MickC 28 Dec 2009
Started from Bloody Bridge. Up the Brandy pad to the wall and then onto Donard. This image was taken coming down off Comedagh, after being lashed by ice particles blown on severe gusts of wind, heading for the Hares Gap via Slieve Corragh and SlieveNaglogh and then back along the Brandy Pad to BloodyBridge. Fantastic day. (Comment Rating 4.00)
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exaisle7 hours ago. I thought this was a short but punishing climb although I'm not as fit as I should be.
There is just one short respite but as soon as one leaves the road, it's tough from the word go....well, ...
exaisle7 hours ago. If the hangover is bad, you might consider the spin up Mount Gabriel. There is an access road about a mile or so outside Schull...it's tarmac all the way up and the views are excellent.
Of cou...
exaisle7 hours ago. I'll be honest, it was 25degrees and the sun was beating down. Tipp and Waterford were on the field and I could hear the clash of the ash over the car radio.
So I said feckit, and drove up.
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Collaborative entry Last edit by: jackill14 hours ago. Park on the roadside at S112 083 (Point A) on the Mellary to Newcastle road just after you cross the border to Tipperary and an abandoned farmhouse. There is room here for 5-6 cars.
You will noti...
Collaborative entry Last edit by: jackill14 hours ago. Park on the roadside at S112 083 on the Mellary to Newcastle road just after you cross the border to Tipperary and an abandoned farmhouse. There is room here for 5-6 cars.
You will notice there a...
kernowclimber2 days ago. A steep climb up a series of steps (ouch) from the Hare's Gap to the summit of Slievenaglogh rewards the climber with incredible views over Slieve Bearnagh, Slieve Meelmore and Ben Crom Reservoir....
gouganebarraa day ago. Conor74, I'd suggest that you could climb Shehy Mor (and combine it with Djouce and Doughill mountains for a longer walk). The best access for climbing Shehy Mor is from the unclassified road whic...
grzywaczmarcin2 days ago. Descending from Scarr and Kanturk I met Ronnie Petrie memorial. I tried to find some information about him in the network but all I found is that he was involved in process of opening lands around...
jackill2 days ago. The Sugarloaf with its whitewashed pillar stands sentry over Bantry bay.
The bay itself has seen the devils own share of history and tragedy.
The town of Bantry was the place where an attempt t...
three5four02 days ago. Climbed Little Sugar Loaf after the ascent of Great Sugar Loaf, earlier that morning. Found the spirals cut into the rock on the summit, but not those on the north top mentioned by mcrtchly. New o...
Conor74a day ago. Heading to a stag this weekend, so will be down in West Cork and probably needing a hangover cure on Sunday - could even go early enough Saturday too if it meant bagging a good few summits in any ...