We started about a quarter of the way up Snowdon where all the walkers/ramblers started their ascend up the mountain. The weather was good through out the day and I went through two t-shirts and water proof jacket after doing the walk.
Going up Snowdon we saw a number of men running up and down the Pyg Track, which I thought was mad considering the rough terrain around us. To me that is madness, but then looking up and you saw some people walking along the thin edge of the Mountain. I am not an adrenalin junkie but they are off their heads, maybe it was just the thought of living on the edge and quite literally!
At times the terrain was steep then it would be flat for a while and then have to scramble up some of the rocks and climb over some massive boulders. When we would stop each time we got even higher and the views got even more spectacular! By the time we got to the top it was amazing, we got up to the last quarter and it was a winding track; just like a spiral staircase and it was really tough as it was getting steeper with each step. During this time the clouds were slowly starting to lift as we were walking up we were not really able to see the top. It was perfect timing as we reached the top the clouds rolled away gently and the land started to reveal itself and then you looked out and saw in the distance the Isle of Man. Unfortunately I could not see Ireland as it was not a clear enough day across the Irish Sea.
On the Way Down
After my lunch of sandwiches and some Alan's army rations which were really nice. We started the walk down and followed the Snowdon Railway track all the way down. This was probably the most painful part of the journey as my knee was really hurting and it took four hours to walk down. I had gone to the Doctor's a couple of days before and told them about the my knee when I was running that it felt like someone was stabbing my right knee with two sharp knifes. This turned out to be I had torn my cruciate ligament and needed rest. So when I told them about I was climbing Snowdon in a couple of days they just laughed! So it was just a stupid idea to do after what I did and still not regretting the walk, but my knee is.
At one point we thought we were pretty much half way, yet around 20 minutes later we reached the Half way Cafe. Irony does not do it justice at this point and felt slightly despondent at the thought of more walking. It was good to stop there and when we entered the cafe, among the news clipping of the silly and deadly stories of what happened to people in the past there was a poster. This poster had the results of a the run up the mountain, the fastest person did it in one hour and 6 minutes (I did a 10k run in that - I was knackered but a mountain that person is off their rocker). We hit the trail again and carried on walking and eventually we lost the railway track and we ended up going through a farmers field and then onto some country lanes which led into the back of a housing estate and on to the main road. We got picked up in the middle village while having a well deserved ice cream (mine was honeycomb and vanilla which was delicious).
What a buzz getting up to the top and it was on par with the 10km Great Manchester Run I did back in May this year. With a smile as big as the Menai Strait and punching the air just like I did crossing the line at the Great Manchester 10k Run it was a great achievement and a wonderful feeling.
3 1/2 hour climb up to the summit
4 hour walk down
4 sandwiches (fuel)
2 used t-shirts (swapped over at the summit due to the amount of sweat)
1 Walking stick for the dodgy old knee
1 Rain coat
1 Digital camera (to show proof I made it up to the summit)
And not forgetting one Alan and one Sarah.
Peace, Love and Bananas xxx
|Me at the top of Snowdon|