So as a little kid, I tried to walk up Snowdon with my family and another family. With six kids, it was always going to be ambitious, but hey, we tried, it looked a bit foggy at the top and one of the kids had had enough, so we failed.
Flash forward to 2019 and I’m much older and I actually own walking boots. We didn’t really know which path we wanted to take up – didn’t fancy Crib Goch (yikes) and an article said Watkins had screen and we don’t like that. So the South Side path it was.
Oh, and I camped the night before – and wasn’t cold.
The day started with noisy fighter jets scaring the crap out of me once more – I have fond memories of me and my sister crying at the noise when we were kids. After some minor fright we were off.
The South Side path starts the same as Rhyd Ddu.
Walked through fields of sheep and cows before the paths split – one labelled Rhyd Ddu and the other ominous…
The path led us through lots of slate, including some half fallen down buildings. After that it gets small and scrambly in places – though nothing too difficult.
The views are spectacular – I never really appreciated Snowdonia as a kid.
About this point my legs got a bit tired. Always do when it come to rocky steps. It was also really windy despite the clear skies!
Naturally, we carried on!
Heres me at the summit wondering why I’m holding two sets of walking poles. There was an adorable dog at the summit who had all the attention.
I enjoyed the summit, and the fact there’s a café, but it was crowded and there’s something a bit weird about having steps to the highest point instead of a scramble. It’s really cool that Snowdon is quite accessible.
I had a cup of tea and some Welsh cakes, then it was off back down. We chose to go down via Rhyd Ddu because it has less scrambling.
We also wanted to walk along this pretty cool ridge but it wasn’t that cool in reality.
I think I appreciated the views even more on the way down, and Dan got some cool shots of me.
Going down is always a bit repetitive. But we made it. The path was a little boggy in places but a few well placed rocks meant we escaped any accidents. I did slip down some rocks at one point but only got a bruise out of it.
The cows had decided to block our path on the way back (thanks cows) but they weren’t bothered by us. They were huge though!
I was glad to be back at the car. Had some nice pasta for dinner. Here’s a shot of Tryfan which we camped next to.
Little me would be proud. Definitely going back to Snowdonia at some point – maybe to give Tryfan a go.