Mount Snowdon Photo Gallery
There have been a number of occasions when Jeordy and myself have embarked on long and exciting adventures that we are unable to blog about as they require very little descriptions other than 'this is where we hiked to.' As a result, I am often left with a collection of photos of breathtaking landscapes that I wish to share. To overcome this struggle I have decided to create a 'photo gallery' for these endeavours and to display my photography here, despite the lack of descriptive text.
Most recently Jeordy and I climbed Snowden, the tallest peak in England and Wales. It was not without its ups and downs, literally and figuratively, but the scenery was awe inspiring.
We began by following a babbling brook up the mountain.
The Welsh scenery became more and more beautiful, surprising us around every corner we turned, as we passed over lakes, waterfalls and rivers.
This lake homed, what I presume to once have been, an old farmhouse. It was incredible to imagine anyone living in such a beautiful and remote pace. However, if all else fails in life, I will certainly be moving here.
We soon came to a very large black lake that we crossed using a hobbit-esque walk way,overlooked by the towering and cloud hidden peak.
The trail we were on was known as 'The Miners Trailer', so named as miners used it to travel to and from the mines. Inevitably we soon reached their destination, a coal mine built in to the side of the mountain. The beautifully coloured and weathered brick building now lies as a poignant ruin for travellers to view on their ascent.
Our journey continued steeply upward along a rocky and uneven path.
As we climbed, the view of the lake we had passed was extraordinary.
After a quick pause under a rock, we carried on and followed steep streams before coming to another lake. We filled our water bottles from the freezing water and continued.
We rose from the lake and headed along a precariously thin and wet rocky path with a sheer drop into the lake below on one side.
The terrain was rocky, the weather grew fearfully colder and the view became clouded by the wet mist but we were struck by the amazing sights we passed.
A wooden post marked the very rough half way point to the summit. The post had become studded with travellers' coins.
As we rose further, the tracks became less defined, the rocks steeper and the groups of hikers fewer. With no sign posts, we occasionally became somewhat lost and had to improvise our way up the wet rock faces. This did admittedly lead to some confusion within our group.
Nevertheless, we found our way to the top of the mountain. As we rose over the top we were instantly hit by a wall of blistering winds and freezing weather that created tiny icicles on our eyelashses and frost on our clothing.
As we soldiered on to the very peak, we were accompanied by a rather spooky and unused train track that sat on the very edge of the rocky slope in the mist.
There was little to see at the top and the cold made it an easy decision to descend as quickly as possible. We took a different path down on other side of the mountain which was less steep and had a more defined path.
We soon descended and emerged out from under the clouds, and the views were stunning once more.
As we warmed up, after some agitation, a much welcomed smile was seen on the rosy cheeked Jeordy.
The experience was challenging and took us the best part of a day, but it was hugely rewarding. Tired, cozy and feeling accomplished we slept the entire way home.
~As this 'photo gallery' is a new type of post we are trying out, please feel free to let us know your thoughts~
