After a week with the awesome guys from DMM and Snowline, filming classic North Wales routes and boulders for ‘how to’ videos, it was time for the final challenge.
Crib Goch is a notoriously dangerous ridge towering above the clouds on route to Snowdon summit. For those who dare this white knuckle, grade 1 scramble, face a razor fine ridge with immense exposure. I don’t do well with heights so when the white clouds opened like theatre curtains and gave me a glimpse of the 923m drops each side of me I had as many points of contact on the ridge as possible. When our group stopped at various points along the way I was practically laying down on the rock, with my eyes closed, hiding from the wind. At no point did I get used to the exposure, I was absolutely bricking it for the entirety. Making it to Crib y Ddysgl was beyond a relief.
The secondary fun kicked in that evening over a curry and a pint. And I’ll happily bring up my tales of the legendary ridge at every given occasion.
Tryfan – North Ridge
With aching legs and tired eyes we ate our breakfast and decided that back to back mountain days might have been a bit ambitious. With the excitement of what the day would bring and an eagerness for the freedom of the hills, we made our way over to Tryfan. This iconic mountain is recognised by most who love the UK peaks and as the clouds started to clear it was standing in front of us in all its glory.
Our route was immediately steep and quickly turned into a scramble. The route wasn’t easy to spot and it seemed like a lot of people we passed were making it up as they went along. We just seemed to go up, never across, always just straight up, sometimes it didn’t even look like an option but it was still straight up.
As we reached the cannon stone we stopped to take in the incredible views across the Ogwen valley and of course took the classic photos. As we continued up, the views just got better and better and the scrambling more interesting. We continued to clamber up, edging around rock faces too big to tackle. At the summit we sat for lunch and talked about the Adam and Eve challenge. Two boulders standing above the sheer east ridge. If you jump between them, taking the leap of faith, you gain the freedom of the mountain. There was no way in hell I was ever taking it on and even watching others attempt it was putting me on edge.
The descent felt very long and I was flagging from the physical and mental challenges the weekend had brought, but once at the bottom, a plunge in Llyn Ogwen refreshed my aching body. Driving home I knew spending the weekend high up in the mountains was fulfilling for every part of me.