Just driving to Snowdon was glorious. The whole national park is stunningly beautiful and it sort of begins to blow your mind how varied the British landscape is in just a mere 95,000 square miles. To put this in perspective, it can fit quite snugly into Texas, with room to spare. Texas cannot claim half the diversity of the British landscape and nowhere near the beauty. America saved its gorgeous places for other areas I'm afraid!
Snowdon is the tallest mountain in the park and in Wales, capping out around 1000m in height. It doesn't seem very high in comparison to our gigantic Rocky Mountains, but the Snowdon range is *ancient* - around 450 to 500 million years old, like our Appalachians, which are also just about as tall.
I guarantee you when you are on the top of Snowdon, you don't feel like you are on a "small" mountain. Hahahah, no. It's all relative. In fact, it's not a very wide peak and when the clouds are whipping around and you cannot see the edges (that drop off straight down for thousands of feet) you feel quite giddy indeed. I was quite paralyzed with fear for a good minute. I was able to move around though after a while and of course, we made our way down!
Some crazy people (and insanely talented climbers) brave Snowdon in the winter and that just blows my mind. Good on them but nooooo thank you! There are a variety of ways up the mountain, some parts are some of the toughest imaginable. Of course there is also an old mining train that takes you right to the top. I recommend that! :D
So we start to make our way down - it's a long way, 4.5 miles. It took us about 3 hours? I can't exactly remember. I am probably the slowest one and slowed everyone down haha but we didn't really stop at all for breaks because we're tough beans. My husband is incredibly fit though, all of us were just so jealous of him and how it didn't seem to affect him at all. It took me a week to recover!
The whole area is dripping with folklore, it only adds to the whole experience. The rocks of the summit supposedly cover the corpse of a giant that King Arthur slew there. The lakes that you see on the way down are incredibly famous, Llyn Llydaw where King Arthur threw Excalibur after Mordred mortally wounded him at the final battle nearby. There is also an older myth that the Afanc has it's final resting place there; a monster from the underworld that terrorized Wales. (Though the Afanc is so popular a welsh myth that many places lay claim to its residence.)
I know I was sore for days and days, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. It was totally spectacular.