|Mt Snowdon - My first|
summit outside the US!
It wasn't life-changing in the sense that mental fireworks went off at the top of each summit and I descended with Zen-like universal truths. But it was substantially personally introspective and incredibly fun... despite the fact that I got rained on, mud-slogged, and then horribly sunburned at various points.
Several things contributed to my obsession with making the trip possible:
- Reading too much about King Arthur as an impressionable tween
- Reading the entire Brother Cadfael series as a teenager
- Having my only experience in Wales (as a solo traveller during my study abroad Christmas holiday) involve staying at a sketchy Cardiff hostel and then getting crapped on by a bird and having to wash my hair in a public restroom at a mall packed by January sales shoppers
- Seeing Jasper Fforde post about hiking multiple Welsh peaks in one day
- Reading about the British Special Forces training in Wales
- Reading a popular but not-so-amazing book about a female hiker
- Knowing The Planning Committee & Co. would only be expats in the UK for a few more months
Brecon Beacons - View of the
first 3 peaks (Corn Du, Pen Y
Fan, Cribyn) from the 4th (Fan
After a few Bristol-based days with the coolest hosts in the world, I set off to walk around the Brecon Beacons: 4 peaks in one loop!
|Wales Coastal Path|
From there, I hopped another bus to Dolgellau via Machynlleth (where, due to an unexpectedly missed bus, I spent a pleasant few hours at the Owain Glyndwr Centre learning about the last Welshman to hold the title of Prince of Wales).
|Wales Coastal Path|
Trusty shoes and backpack!
|walking up Cader Idris|
Such a gorgeous green (rainy, muddy) hike!
Though I still couldn't seem to grasp the basics of Welsh. It was cool hearing it everywhere (more so in Snowdonia), but I totally butchered the names of most of the towns where I stayed.
And then, because I indicated on my customs form that I'd crossed numerous cow pastures, I even had my hiking boots cleaned and disinfected by U.S. Homeland Security in Dublin.
This was my meal every
morning at every B&B.
|Glad DHS did it instead of me!|