A glimpse of the Glyders

I remember well my first trip to Snowdonia - driving through The Pass as it was known to most, the ridges above more rugged than the softer more familiar lines of the Lakes, the crags starkly obvious on a bright, cool early summer morning. We climbed Main Wall on the Great Buttress of Cyrn Las that day, made famous by its inclusion in Ken Wilson's Classic Rock and a better introduction to Welsh rock I could not have asked for - a 400ft HS, never particularly difficult but like all the best climbs, passing through some formidable rock architecture with not insignificant exposure. It was one of the first routes I remember completing with Paul, and we continued on to Snowdon, descending via Crib Goch to make a proper mountain day of it. There followed many trips to Wales and with Paul and others I climbed everywhere from Cloggy on Snowdon to the sea cliffs of Pembroke, ticking off the classics as well as a few best left to be reclaimed by the heather. Tryfan was a popular destination though for some reason I had never visited the summits beyond - the long ridge capped by the twin summits of The Glyders - something I finally put to rights recently, running in via Llyn Idwal, beneath the slabs and up via the Devil's Kitchen.
 Looking across to the slabs - another crag whose lines I remember surprisingly well given the nature of proceedings the night before a day spent simply trying not to fall off. I seem to recall a sheep descending an alternative line to our right with rather more grace than our own hung-over retreat. On the ridge, the clag lifted to give a a glimpse of The Glyders and a route that was little easier to run on the level than on the ascent.
The view south-west towards Snowdon and its satellite summits...
...and back along the ridge to Glyder Fawr (999m).
Llyn Bochlwyd and Llyn Ogwen beyond the distinctive profile of Tryfan, some 700m beneath our route along the ridge.
And a last view of Snowdon before the clag dropped again leaving us to pick our way down the steep gully from the summit of Glyder Fach (994m) - a test of any fell-runner's agility and one, like so many climbs hereabouts, which I was happy to complete without a fall.


Ian Johnston said…
Some great imags there Will,

the Glydderau are a couple of old favourites - I recall an "interesting" descent down a thickly iced Devil's Kitchen in the pitch black particularly well - it was the first year of owning a Petzl Zoom headtorch...which probably dates it a bit!

Kind regards
Will Herman said…
Thanks Ian - yes its a lovely ridge though surprisingly crowded for the time of year. I've had a few descents like that - I think the worst was off An Teallach into the corrie where we'd camped. Deep unconsolidated powder covering a steep icy boulder field, also with headtorches that gave just enough light to see how bad the surroundings were and little else. All good!