|Overlooking Devil's Kitchen. Our route down from the Glyderau.|
We started out on Sunday morning, driving over to Wales via Stoke - on - Trent and then the A5. It was the first time that Simon and I had met up since our climb of Ben Nevis, so conversation flowed as naturally as it ever does when we speak via the internet. Both of us were excited for what lay ahead. I had never been to Snowdonia before, and so was relishing the new scenery and whatever challenges the landscape had in store. Simon, being a Snowdonia veteran; was looking forward to his first wild camp and potentially, one of three last Welsh 3000'ers to complete his ticklist.
Capel Curig was our destination, at least by car; and we parked in the carpark behind the 'Joe Brown' shop. The route was a relatively simple one to begin. Not a theme that would carry through the rest of our time on the Glyders, however. The views were good at this lowly height, Moel Siabod looked great across Llynnau Mymbyr even with its mist shrouded summit being out of view. Up and along Cefn y Capel and the views reached further onto neighbouring mountain ranges. Simon pointed out ones that he had already summitted, and told me about those outings. He explained to me that the final two 3000'ers on the Carneddau would be the most difficult to reach, as they are right in the middle of the range. Possibly a plan for a future walk?
|Heading towards Y Foel Goch.|
|Camp, below Y Foel Goch.|
|A misty morning view from camp. Epic sunrises are not something I am accustomed to.|
|Simon stood at the summit cairn on Y Foel Goch.|
|Using my Sawyer Mini Filter for the first time.|
|Strange, alien landscape atop Glyder Fach.|
|I had to take a picture, didn't I?|
The time was certainly getting away from us at this point. We knew that the sunset would be at around 4pm, and so made the decision not to press on further than Y Garn. This meant that Simon would not summit Elidir Fawr, one of only three remaining to tick off of the Welsh 3000'ers for him. I felt disappointed for him, he didn't show as much annoyance as I probably would have if I was in his position but the hills are always there another day as we seem to retort to each other sometimes.
Due to the time, we decided to head quickly over Glyder Fach. The views were still non existant, but Simon made a point of us reaching the true summit so that my beginnings of attempting to summit all of the Welsh 3000'ers wouldn't suffer. While descending Glyder Fawr, I fell foul of how slippery the rock was and took a bit of a slip, trip and fall. It wasn't serious, only a slight scrape and bruise on my right albow really. One of my walking poles suffered a worse fate - breaking cleanly in two. The descent was steep in all fairness, but if care is taken, it need not be dangerous.
We made a stop off above Devil's Kitchen to have something to eat, and revel in the clearest views we'd had all day. Once there, we watched as a helicopter came back and forth, bringing rocks up onto the hills to rebuild the paths. It was noisy, and sort of took the 'wild' feel away from the rest of the day. It was entertaining to watch the pilot, highly skilled, negotiating between the outcrop of rock in which the bags were being placed.
|Pen Yr Ole Wen, from above Devil's Kitchen.|
I had an excellent first experience in Snowdonia, and Simon and I are actually planning our next forray. All being well, it could be before Christmas. The new equipment of mine served me well, and I'm definitely happy with my recent purchases. Simon also had a good first wild camp, with a few adjustments to his setup to think over. But then, I have them too. I never really come away without anything to think, or at least wonder about. But I shall save my next "experiment" for another post.
I have to thank Simon again, for giving me another opportunity to stamp over ground that I otherwise couldnt! Top driving Si........well, apart from that one thing... Haha.!
|The view coming down the Devil's Kitchen.|