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I have been lucky with the Glyders. I have only spent two days
on them, the weather has been magnificent each time, and potentially
complex map-finding has been simple and straightforward - with one single
exception, as you will see. No doubt these hills can be frightening
and challenging; maybe they are more fun that way, but
I doubt I will ever know.
The Glyders and Tryfan
By 'Glyders' here I mean Glyder Fawr and
Glyder Fach, the two highest peaks in the range. Tryfan, by contrast, is
the smallest, but what a hill; a stark mountain shape, held in perfect
profile, a character all of its own.
And when I
came to Snowdonia, in April
1974 with my long-time walking companion Dave Travers, I knew none
of this. I had Poucher's then-classic guide book, and so
some pretty decent pictures to go by, but there is nothing to prepare
the unknowing for the sheer impact of Tryfan as you drive west from Capel Curig -
or even better, as I was to find out more than 30 years later, to walk
along the old road and turn the corner just before Gwern Gof Isaf. The
view from the its bunkhouse, where I stayed, is pretty spectacular too
(pictured above).
Back in '74, we parked
at Ogwen Cottage and tackled the famous north ridge of Tryfan. I remember boulder after
boulder, but never any doubt over the route. On the summit, we bottled out
of the hop from Adam to Eve, the twin rocks of the summit that can be seen from
the valley below. Glyder Fach is
next, then the utterly sensational shattered rock of Castell y Gwynt -
castle of the winds - before the bwlch between the two Glyders and the
final climb up Fawr (pictured, with 70s gear modelled by
author).
And then it's
all downhill. The descent to Llyn y Cwn is sharp, and from there to the
valley floor the main track goes through the Devil's Kitchen, a damp dark
and spooky place carved through a great fissure in the rocks. Except
that on this calm and pleasant April evening, few people around if I
remember, I completely mistook my bearings and we set off to descend, not
by the Kitchen at all, but by the steep ground to the west of Llyn Idwal.
Nobody shows a route there, nobody: I remember clutching at grasses, descending
mostly by bottom, as I wondered why no path. Somehow, we got down; I'm
not sure what Dave thought. It was probably the single worst error I have
ever made in the hills. If it had not been dry and clement, I might not
have been writing this page, or worse Dave might not have had a
career. My 2006 return had to descend the
Kitchen safely, for that reason.
Elidir Fawr and Y Garn
A popular walk this too, and the tops were thronged
on this autumn Sunday in 2006. But there's a wonderful quiet way up, which
I'm sharing in the hope that you don't all go and scar a quiet cwm with an
unsightly
path.
From
Ogwen Cottage, there is a good ridge route to Y Garn's summit by its
NE ridge, but that makes for an out-and-back day with a lot of
backtracking to pick up Elidir Fawr as well. Hermon mentions the ridge
above Cwm Cwyion, further north, above the scrambler's Mushroom Garden
(pictured),
but I wasn't sure if it might itself be a bit too scrambly, or indistinct,
to try solo. I'm glad I took the risk:
it's
a pearl, not difficult, but continually interesting and crowd free. I found little path
initially, but it's clearly visible crossing a patch of scree just over Afon Cwyion
from around 636604, and then takes a curly but always sensible line above the Garden
and on to the Foel Goch ridge.
On Foel Goch I had company. I had picked up the Sherpa bus to avoid a
couple of road miles to Ogwen Cottage, and on it got talking to another walker,
similar vintage, objective also Elidir Fawr. Coincidentally, we summitted together on Foel Goch
- he had come up Y Garn's NE ridge. Rather than make a beeline for
Elidir Fawr, we took advantage of the lovely sunny day to pick up Mynydd Perfedd
and Carnedd y Filiast (pictured left) before turning round for
the climb up to Elidir Fawr (pictured right),
its striking conical aspect well-seen from the Carneddau.
From the summit, my companion dropped down towards Llanberis while I retraced my steps
to the col below Elidir Fawr, then strking out below Foel Goch to Y Garn.
The summit here was heaving; another chance for a chat with the
like-minded, and trace a train puffing up the Snowdon railway. Now it was
time for the Devil's Kitchen. No mistakes.
And how on earth could I have gone wrong last time.
Maybe the tracks are deeper now, and there are bits of duckboarding which
lead the right way, but really it's not something I should have missed
way back when. Dark and gloomy though, and in ice or a downpour the chances of
a slip down this dank passage would render it very different (pictured
left). There's a step over a stream at 642588 which concerned a
mother, her son only eight or so; 'I can swim' he was saying, but she and
I knew that he would slip only once. We talked about the rough ground
leading direct to Llyn Idwal; a better option, which I am sure she took.
But for me, place the poles and head for home, surveying my morning's
route far away (pictured right).
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