We awoke to very sore limbs after our climb up Mt Snowdon. I guess it was justified. It was an 18 km round trip with a total ascent 1100m.
We decided to have a quiet day with a gentle stroll around the lake to prevent our muscles from seizing up completely. Well that’s what we thought. The first half of the lake was a gentle stroll. The second half led us up into the hills. Up and up and up. We would have been pushing our bikes up, it was that steep. So much for an easy day.
It was worth it though as the views from the top were stunning. We were sitting on the edge of a cliff, quietly enjoying the view, when suddenly a woman appeared, clambering up through the bush, flushed and looking pretty freaked out yet relieved at the same time. “Phew”, she says. “Boy am I glad to see some humans. I took a wrong turn and had to climb up this cliff!’. We decided she was mad, or suicidal.
We stopped off at the Quarry hospital which is now a museum. It was a hospital for the slate workers in the 1800s.
We finally limped back to camp around 5pm for a welcomed beer.
Our gentle stroll had turned into a 12 km walk with a total ascent of 575m (half the height of Snowdon).
No wonder we are in pain. We’re cyclists, not walkers!
Reminds me of NZ
There’s the mountain we climbed yesterday – the peak on the right is the highest part.
Looking down on the town of LLanberis where we are camping. This is where the woman emerged over the edge.
Pretty waterfall
The Slate Quarry Hospital
Sunset over Snowdon from our campsite.