More excitement.

I'm camping out later this week with Rixy.

Hopefully heading for Scafell and Scafell Pike. Would love to have done it with the whole group, but wanted to include a camp...this is the only date available this month due to other commitments, the next 2 months are a definate NO, as the Wife is due to give birth at the end of September...and November/December will be too cold for us lacking experience :-D

So, camping it is...and then at the end of the week, a ridiculously early start as I'm covering First Aid at the Yorkshire Dales Walking Festival.

I'll update as soon as I can, and will hopefully have some great pictures of the camp.

Snowdon Nigh Walk: Success

Well, we did it!

Yeah I know, a little surprising.
Don't get me wrong, we're capable, just not very experienced.

It all started a few weeks back, when Steven decided we were doing Snowdon for the night walk.
I got my planning head on, checked routes, and arranged the date suitable for us all.
Game on!

The four of us grew to 6, then the day before it was back down to 4. No worries, didn't know the other 2 too well anyway.
The plan was to be on the way by 20:00, arrive at 23:00 and set off up to the summit at 00:00.
The sunrise was going to be 04:50 on the day, we wanted to be there for it and these timings gave us plenty of time for any 'what if's'

Friday came, the excitement brewing more than it had done throughout the week.

The bag had been packed, unpacked and checked and repacked already...but we'll just double check it eh?
I checked the bus over, gave her some go-go juice and some air in the tyres, then bribed everybody with biscuits to set off early. Dave and Rixy rolled over like a dog, Steve had better things to do, but was ready by 18:40. I picked Steve up, then Dave and then Rixy. We set off in some of the best weather we have had all year, it was hitting 26 deg c in our neck of the woods!

The drive down was as amusing as I expected, and by the time we got there our ribs were hurting with laughter. Seriously though, imagine if a Crayfish was the size of a dog!

We have arrived. Now don't get me wrong, I expected there to be a few other people to be there, but not so many! There were only a hand-full of parking spaces left. We managed to get a good one (right at the bottom of the Miners Path), that wasn't cramped, which enabled us to spread our kit all over the place and give us room to Kung-Fu fight the midges away.

Looking up the Miners Path with 'Green Eyes'

There was a faint mist in the air, but this wasn't going to put us off in the slightest. It was still warm, and we all opted to pack the fleeces away and set off in short sleeves.

I popped over to the parking meters, £5 for 4 hours or £10 for 24 hours At least Dick Turpin had the decency to wear a mask when he robbed people. The time was 23:15 ish on the 5th or July. I was happy to listen to my 10 pound coins slide into the pockets of the government and issue me with a ticket that expired at 23:59 on the 5th of July!!! WHAT THE HELL???

What irked me more-so was the fact that some people hadn't even bothered with a ticket, yet me who had the decency to do so was robbed of a little more than 23 hours parking.
There's no way I was going to drop another tenner in there, so I took the risk that if I had being issued a ticket, I could argue the toss seeing as the ticket showed the issue time.

So, we set off, up the Pyg track.
Here's where we started comparing torches.
Steven and I had LED Lenser H7 copies. I think mine was a good find at £15 delivered from Ebay...and the light from them is amazing! Rixy had a 22 LED miners lamp and Dave had an Energizer head lamp and Tesco £15 Cree LED torch.

Despite the variations, none of them were better than the others. We weren't trying to land on a runway, we were trying to climb a mountain. They all lit up the path in front of us enough to be able to see where we were walking.

I knew the beginning was supposed to be a little testing, but didn't expect it to climb so much, so quickly. Never mind, it was easy going and easy to follow really.
We saw a few trains of head torches coming down the mountain. Somebody asked if we were doing the 3 Peaks, erm, no, we're actually just idiots out for a night walk!
We carried on going until we hit the junction with the path up Crib Goch. Here's where I wanted to turn right...but seeing as I had 3 friends with me who insisted it was a ridiculously stupid idea, we headed off further on the Pyg track.
It was pitch black, we couldn't make anything out more than 50 feet in front of us. That was until Steve and Rixy dug out their night vision. This stuff is amazing. We could see Llyn Llydaw in the bottoms, which was futher away than I expected.

Further on this track, the going got tougher. It was easily do-able, but we lost the path a few times. We could see it ahead of us, and we knew where we had come from, but it just seemed to disappear. I dare say that in day light it would have being easy to see where it was going.

We had to take a short rest because Dave and Rixy were scared after seeing a light about 30 feet in front of them. They described it as a meteor...but if it was, and it was so close, we would have been dead.

Ste and I didn't see it, but then again we aren't fantasists haha. Whatever it was, it was a talking (piss taking) point for a while.

We carried on another mile and a bit then took a break for a snack and to recover a little (the heat was terrible despite it being the very early hours of the morning).
The ascent started up to the peak and it was steep. It was at this point  I realised my boots were hurting my feet. We stopped for a(nother) breather, and for me to check them out.

Thank the Lord above for Compeed. This is the first time I have had to use it, and I will never be without it again. (I've since invested in some new boots and some 1000 mile socks)

Once my feet had been patched we carried on up the zig zags towards the top. I was just telling Steve that there would soon be a view when Rixy, who was a couple of hundred yards in-front, shouted down 'Oh my god, there's a view here!'

As the track meets the Llanberis path, there's quite a good view of Llanberis and Caernarfon all lit up in the night. The night vision was let loose again, and the mist in the valleys was stunning. It was kinda creepy too in a way. Looking around, things were looking good for a clear summit at this point.

We carried on up the track towards the summit station.

We were going to head straight for some shelter from the wind to brew up, but it would have been rude not to visit the summit first.

We got there and set the camera up for the obligatory trig point shot.

Obligatory Trig Poing Shot

We probably spent 20 minutes up there, just taking it all in, looking around at what there was to see, and being eaten by the clouds. It was a strange experience watching whisps of cloud heading towards you and consuming one another.

As we had been climbing up on the lee side of the mountain, any prevailing weather had dissipated...but being stood on the summit and looking towards the windward side of the mountain brought on a different type of weather. The clouds were blowing up and there was a damp mist in the air.

We went down to the summit station to have food and drinks. I opted for an MOD All Day Breakfast, Coffee, Oat Bars and an Oatmeal Block with ration pack Peanut Butter. Heck, I was full.

We had to try be quiet here, as there were so many people trying to sleep (around half a dozen in sleeping bags and another few like us). We didn't particularly want to be noisy, but we were elated being up there.

Dave catching some Zzz's at the Summit Station

As we sat there pondering (Dave sleeping) it began to get a little lighter. We headed off to the summit to ensure we got a prime spot before the world ascended on us. As it happens, we needn't have bothered as there were probably only another 6 people there for the sunrise. We sat down waiting. Making sure the cameras were pointing in the right direction.

We sat there. Waiting, watching. What can only be described as a defining moment of the trip, the sun started to rise. The warming orange glow in the clouds, The sky getting lighter and our surroundings becoming more apparent.
It was cool watching the clouds form and then dissipate over the hill in light, fluffy whisps.
It's really hard to take describe as I just sat there taking it all in.

I have to admit, although the sun was coming up quite quickly, I was getting rather bored waiting now, and wanted to head down (to get back before a parking ticket???)

I pushed Steve into finishing up quickly with his time lapse video (he should be a little more firm in future as his video is cut too short haha)

We headed back down the Llanberis path, onto the Pyg and then down to the Miners. How the hell we managed it I'll never know, but we strolled off path and onto a scree slope. Never mind, we could manage it, we were just tired enough to not want it.

We hobbled and complained all the way down the slope until we hit Glaslyn. This was a ripple free mirror image of Snowdon...with the cloud forming at the peak. We were happy to look back and realise we had probably grasped the only half an hour of clear views from the summit.
From here the walk was quite easy, very picturesque...but very boring. I just wanted to get my head down and get back the the motor.
It was a straight forward path down to Llyn Llydaw and then back to the motor. The clouds forming on the surface of the water were a breathtaking sight.
Hopefully the pictures will paint the picture that this walk deserves?

We got back to the van...NO TICKET. Bonus, but they need to adjust their parking meters to prevent this (in my eyes anywah)
The car park was full, and there were 3 or 4 cars waiting on the road to get in. We changed our boots, threw the kit in the back and then headed off home.
Not without a stop at McDonalds for a breakfast of course!

A glorious day for Ingleborough.

Today started out absolutely beautifully.

The sun was shining, but there was still plenty of snow on the hill tops in the distance (even though we were to be heading in the opposite direction)

I picked Steve and Rixy up. Rixy was running 10 minutes late.

Steve being the gent jumped in the back. Rixy, with his travel sickness jumped in the front, and was delighted to be greeted by a packet of ginger biscuits on the dash. Shame I had emptied them out earlier just to wind him up haha.

We set off for Clapham, our start/finish point for the walk up Ingleborough.

When we got there we wondered why the car park was empty, I guess the 5 quid charge answered that. What tight Yorkshire man is gonna pay that?

I gently squeezed into a roadside spot, we donned our gear and headed off.

I've done Ingleborough once before, many moons ago and a totally different route, so wasn't sure what lay ahead. The start was quite easy, up a well made road next the the woods, through a farm, and then dropped back down to a well made path to the caves.

 After this it was a short climb to Trow Gill, and what an epic sight we were about to see. A huge gorge with masses of ice hanging down, and an ice river before us.

We chose to try it without ice spikes first just to save a couple of minutes, it worked. Fortunately the rocks sticking out above the ice gave us enough foot holds to get us up easily and safely.

 

Rixy was complaining that he wanted it to snow, so we kicked some loose stuff at him while he did the last 10 yards :-D

The going from here was quite easy for a while. Up the track, stop to make sure we are going the right way, turn around to head off and then land on my arse, over the wall and then onto the path to Gaping Gill.

We didn't bother nipping down into Gaping Gill, as we were conscious of the lack of time/daylight hours. We carried on over Thack Pot and started the ascent up Little Ingleborough and then onto Ingleborough.

It started to snow a little over Thack Pot which put a smile on my face, but the flakes were smaller than talcum powder, and it stopped quicker than it started. There was still quite a bit of snow on the ground from the previous week, but it was patchy on the path at this point, and quite compacted so easy going.

It all started getting much tougher as we started up the stairs. There was a lot of ice and compact, slippery snow all the way up.

As we crested the top of Little Ingleborough the world opened up, no more looking at the hill in front, just the open plateau and Ingleborough in he distance.

The wind hit us, it was quite strong, and bitterly cold. We hunkered down, pulled our scarves up and plodded on. What probably only took 10 minutes seemed to take forever.

As we reached the South side of Ingleborough and started to climb, we were thankfully sheltered from the wind again. Here the ground was solid snow but easy going. The climb up was quite easy going...and then we got to the top.

The top of Ingleborough is another big plateau. With the sun shining and the whole top covered by a level layer of snow, it could be mistaken for the Antarctic, with us 3 intrepid explorers like Shackleton, Hillary and Fiennes (with a very, very vivid imagination maybe) The scene was one of the most beautiful things I have seen. An expanse of white nothingness gaining slight altitude with only the clear sky beyond it. I hope the group shot (if you can call 3 a group?) can give you some visualisation of it. I faffed about with the camera on the phone and did the best I could to capture the awesome view.

After posing for the shot, we headed up to the wind break for a well deserved lunch. I broke out my 'new' (2nd hand ebay bargain purchase) Jetboil, Rixy and Steve got our their shiny jetboils too.

Non of us seem to be into 'standard' packed lunches, it was Pasta Salad (I think) for Steve followed by chocolate pudding, Lancashire Hot Pot for Rixy and Lamb Curry with Pilau Rice for me (gotta love rat packs) They soon cooked up, but took a little longer to boil than it did when testing the jetboil in the kitchen at home.

Rixy was well impressed when he saw a lady taking pics with her camera, but accidentally shouted "woohoo, photo bomb" loud enough for her to hear (she seemed to find it quite amusing).

Bear in mind at this point we had been laughing with/at each other all the way up. It must be a man thing (because the Wife doesn't understand it) but we had some awesome slagging off and insults flying between us all.

For all you women out there wondering why we do this, it's our way of showing affection to all the wankers and toss bags that we acquaint ourselves with :-D

We were all cooked up and eating, Rixy was fannying about trying not to spill on his jacket, I laughed at him and promptly slipped (but stayed upright I might add) slopping a spoon of Curry everywhere and after seeing that Steve sprayed a mouthfull of his meal all over Ingleborough. This is where we agreed that we'll probably grow old, but never grow up. Men can't do that. Men need to be left as boys, it's how we cope with life. 

Once we had composed ourselves it was time to pack up and bug out. Not before Rixy decided to go around the other side of the wind break to 'wash his cup out' Washing his cup out consisted of filling it with snow and lobbing it over the wall at us haha.

We set off to the Trig point, no point reaching a summit and not touching the trig now is there? We then turn about and headed back off of the Antarctic, towards Clapham! As a matter of fact, we headed for the south east 'corner' of the plateau and down one of the steepest sections.

 

It was only a short drop and once again we left the spikes in the bags as the rocks looked like good foot holds.

What also looked like (and indeed was) a good idea, was sliding half way down on our backsides, at which point I remembered about the survival bag in my pack. Time to break it out and spend half an hour acting like 3 year olds again haha.

Now some of you might have just read that and thought about how responsible we were, but we weren't, we were very sensible and recorded it :-D

There isn't much to say about the route down really. It was uneventful, full of insults, and full of laughs. It has become apparent on the few walks we have done, that on the way down it is all about getting our heads down and getting back to the motor.

There was one point where we could look back and see what we had achieved though. The view of Ingleborough from the south is lovely.

Keep your eyes peeled on my blog. Hopefully my writing abilities will get better with practice.

I thought I was going to be all prim and proper, but then decided that it wasn't me, so you're stuck with what you get I'm afraid.

Hopefully the content will be more regular too, walks will still be irregular, but that is because I am volunteering with St John Ambulance now, that should give some stories (but obviously confidentiality will play a big part).