So Sarah, Rachel, Toby and I found ourselves in the Moel Siabod planning a mountain day for today.
The plan: The Snowdon Horseshoe. Quite a long day by any estimation.
I woke up cold in the van. It had been a very cold night and the cold had not vanished this morning. Putting the kettle on I opened the van doors and had a look towards the summit of Snowdon. I was greeted by an awesome sight.
The plan: The Snowdon Horseshoe. Quite a long day by any estimation.
I woke up cold in the van. It had been a very cold night and the cold had not vanished this morning. Putting the kettle on I opened the van doors and had a look towards the summit of Snowdon. I was greeted by an awesome sight.
Snowdon covered in fresh snow.
From the van I could see the highest slopes of snowdon iced in a fresh snow fall. I knocked on Sarah's van and she popped out to have a look. We decided that Crib Goch (a knife edge ridge) was probably off the cards for the day.
We met up with the others and left the Pen y Pass carpark with no intention of braving the ridge that is Crib Goch, we trudged of up the Pyg track, resigned to a long plod up an uninteresting path.
Well as we slogged round the Pyg Track our resolve to a dull walk crumbled and looking up at the intricacies of the ridge line we gave in to the desire to walk on its lofty edge. We changed direction.
It was worth it. Probably the fist proper winter day of the year, probably the best day so far.
We climbed up to the lofty traverse with fresh snow crunching under our boots. Today was not a day to be teetering along without using our hands. We scrambled the length of the ridge enjoying the complexity of the scramble and admiring the big drops on either side.
Along the ridge somewhere on route to the summit of Snowdon we built a snowman and had a high level snowball fight, couldn't resist really. It was a truly spectacular day out. Worth it to see Sarah's hair stand on end during a snow storm! Walking out along the Miners path the sun was catching the mountains in a glorious way.
We met up with the others and left the Pen y Pass carpark with no intention of braving the ridge that is Crib Goch, we trudged of up the Pyg track, resigned to a long plod up an uninteresting path.
Well as we slogged round the Pyg Track our resolve to a dull walk crumbled and looking up at the intricacies of the ridge line we gave in to the desire to walk on its lofty edge. We changed direction.
It was worth it. Probably the fist proper winter day of the year, probably the best day so far.
We climbed up to the lofty traverse with fresh snow crunching under our boots. Today was not a day to be teetering along without using our hands. We scrambled the length of the ridge enjoying the complexity of the scramble and admiring the big drops on either side.
Along the ridge somewhere on route to the summit of Snowdon we built a snowman and had a high level snowball fight, couldn't resist really. It was a truly spectacular day out. Worth it to see Sarah's hair stand on end during a snow storm! Walking out along the Miners path the sun was catching the mountains in a glorious way.
