Roughly in order of events.
*Driving with my father in this country is 100% terrible. The roads and oncoming traffic feel like death approaching.
*So tired. Why no coffee this morning? Why DAD!?
* It is no where near as cold as I planned for. I have way too much clothing packed.
*Sweaty back. It begins.
*The air smells clear here. Such still water. So nice.
*Interesting little ruin. Hmm, does the path go around the other side?
*And now it goes up. Time for 'UP.'
*Dad! Stop whining! Why do you continue to go hiking with me?
*Evolution really benefitted man.
*Gentle start here. I can do this, its easier than I expected. Oh, you've got to be kidding me! Its a wall of stairs. A. Mountain. Wall. Of. Stairs.
*Hilarious eavesdropping of a young woman refusing to go any higher and telling her dad to go on, she'd wait there. He appeared to be forcing her to exercise. I wonder how that played out.
*My legs are not in great shape here.
*The sheep here know no limits. They are just casually hanging out all the way up this pile of rocks. I keep thinking we've seen the last, then there is another. And another.
*Its always a bit shameful getting lapped.
*Going up the Miner's Path first was a good idea. Hard up, gentle down.
*My thighs! Oh, my pitiful thighs!
*Very glad we did not know about the restaurant at the top. Dad hates the concept so much. I definitely saved myself some grumbling there. That said, the cold beer was grand.
*The people at the summit are a very juxtaposed group of charming nature lovers and the worst loud, moment-ruining hordes of people whom feel compelled to yell, litter, and detract from the view and any concept of peace.
*Moved and found a nicer, quieter spot. Much less angry now. More food.
* This is me! (a sweaty version)
*I would have loved to have another day to explore the land around here.
*Vegan food, not so easy to find in the small town here. Bread for lunch! And maybe a bunch of Oreos.
* Cheater train.
*Hmm, actually had extra water this journey. Beer must have replaced it.
*Yep, now its my calves. Why are gyms so expensive. Do I really have to start running again?
*END: I did not love the way down. It follows the train tracks and in general lacks all notion of wilderness. Far too many over worked little dogs and ill-prepared groups of teens yelling back and forth. Too busy for my taste and lacking the superb views of the ascent. I am clearly just not a people person.
*But the way up, and Snowdon in general was wonderful. The vast views from the climb: hills and peaks, sheep, such greens, and cold mountain waters. A pleasant day mainly composed of great scenery, leg pain and its resulting shame, beer, and a quiet, comfortable father-daughter silence punctuating by dad's complaints.
Snowdon Mountain, Snowdonia, Wales.