Well its been an interesting week since I last wrote about scrabbling with Jess. So ill start with Saturday last.
I woke up to another stunning day in North Wales. This particular Saturday morning I was due to meet Sue and Sam (from my winter posts) in the Siabod Cafe (also of previous blog fame) for a day of technical scrambling. Sam was to give Sue and I refreshers about the rope work required. Scrambling is one of those grey areas of mountaineering, the area between walking and climbing. At its lowest grade (1 low 3 high) its little more than needing your hands on occasion, but at the top end its basically easy climbing. Time for a photo.
Anyway we topped out on the North Ridge of Tryfan just before the start of the proper ridge scramble. We opted to scoot round the top and followed a climbers path to descend a gully back to the valley. We did some other stuff relating to safeguarding each other (short roping) which I'm sure your not interested in. Back at the vans it was time to get cleaned up and get dinner. A really cracking day out.
Which brings me to Sunday.
Sunday dawned and so did the Apocalypse. Well ok not the end of all days with dead being spat out from the gates of hell but more a day a really bad weather.
The Doom was forecast for the afternoon, torrential rain, strong winds. The kind of weather that makes you decide to drink hot chocolate in quaint tea shops. Not the kind of weather to tie yourself to another human being and then attach yourself to an exposed ridge and try and struggle up towards a distant summit.
So Sue and I being sensible individuals we decided to do the latter. We were determined to make an attempt on Clogwyn y Persons Arete, a remote (ish) grade 3 scramble. Its supposed to be totally rad dude! (Yes I just pretended to be cool).
Well we ignored Sam's suggestions and convinced her to let us give it a try. Word of advice, when the guide looks at the weather and makes a suggestion its usually a good idea to listen and do what she says.
Anyway so we slogged up towards the Arete. 90min later we were gearing up at the foot of the climb. A dark brooking gully. Well we had arrived but from our lofty vantage point we could see the Doom arriving. Time to waterproof up.
We legged it off the mountain and retreated to a caffe in Llanberis for hot chocolate and cake. It really was a better idea. We had a chat about future possible adventures (watch this space) before heading our separate ways.
Well it turned out that Leanne had little scrambling experience. Which led to my offering to teach her something. So once again I found myself at the foot of Bastow Butress. This time the idea was to do the grade 3 variant.
We headed up the South Ridge from Rhy-DDu. Its and interesting walk with just enough rock to make it interesting to the novice walker. There is also far less slogging up well made paths chocker with tourists.
Anyway after warming up and eating lunch we legged it off the summit. Down the Rhy-Ddu path. This is a speedy decent that returns you to the car with out having to retrace many of your steps.
Cait was happy but fairly shattered after her trek to the summit.
We headed to the pub for dinner. Pizza and a pint time. To my shock and joy as we walked in I saw two of my friends sitting there. We went and joined them. An evening of merriment followed. We finished dinner and went for a swim in Llyn Padarn. Ruddy freezing!
Thursday dawned and Cait and I decided to go for a scramble up Moel Siabod (the mountain not the caffe). Unfortunately Cait was suffering from the exertions of the previous day. We made it part way up the track before deciding not to continue. We decided to call it a day for North Wales and headed home.
Not a bad week all told. This is also possibly my longest and most rambling Blog ever!