'I WANT TO GO BAAACK!' was the wail on repeat as we clambered up chunky, uneven rock steps towards the top of Mount Snowdon's summit. We were in the guts of a thick cloud smothering the top of the 1085m peak creating zero visibility at best.
Not only couldn't we see anything but this stratus cloud was kindly soaking, freezing and battering us on our final final ascent to the peak.
'I WANT TO GO BAAACK!'
There it was again and I have to admit feeling bad. We'd lied to our eight-year-old that there was 'one last push' on a number of occasions and now, with just 10 minutes to glory she'd done believing us.
'Seriously you don't want to come all this way and not reach the top,' I said in a tone that even I felt excruciatingly annoying as soon as it left my lips. 'Nooooo!!!' she wailed.
More concerning than my eight-year-old was my six-year-old boy who'd been worryingly mute for the last 30 minutes of walking. A look of horror etched into his face as we trudged through cloud on a path surrounded by cloud under a roof of cloud.
Rewind 45 minutes and the climb up the Llanberis path - known as being the easiest, most popular and least attractive route - had been a dream. In fact our whole stay in North Wales was incredible, staying in arguably the nicest hostel - The Rocks in Capel Curig - we'd experience beach, castle, glacial lake, theme park, waterfall and of course...mountain.
'From rugged mountain trails and historic train lines to World Heritage castles and rejuvenated seaside towns, Wales' north holds its own against the arguably more famous attractions down south,' says Lonely Planet about North Wales.
I couldn't agree more!
It was two weeks ago today we made the early start to Mount Snowdon. 5am early to be clear. We wolfed down breakfast and an all important coffee before slinging backpacks - packed within an inch of their life - to our backs and set out.
There was ample parking at the base of the Llanberis route, presumably because of its popularity and the station to cheat your way up or down on the Snowdon Mountain Railway. Because it was soooo early, humans were few and far between as we edged up the opening near-vertical road which takes you up to a breakout to the left and into the true mountain climb.
We were overtaken by a family of fell runners - as lean as greyhounds they were. Even the dad, who was trailing ever so slightly behind his kids, was as fit as a fiddle. I felt sluggish, carrying my lockdown kilo, until we saw some familiar, non-fell runners overtaking us. The competitive side of me said they didn't have two kids in tow, who incidentally were absolutely fascinated by EVERYTHING. We hadn't even hit the mountain path yet.
This was going to be a loooong old hike.
A range of groups continued to overtake us as we climbed, which was fine given the size of our tiny people's legs and Oscar's inability to just walk... needing to jump into a nearby ditch, climb a bolder and/or hide for five minutes. 'Very funny Oscar,' we said as time ticked away. We'd clocked 1km; he'd done about 4.
Our first warning of cloud at the summit actually came from an ill-prepared Bristolian dressed in his tracky on his way down. He'd lost his small black mongrel called Penny in the summit fog for half an hour. Luckily for him she was retrieved by a couple of runners who, we guessed, were the fell runners we'd seen earlier.
Dogs were in the masses on the walk. One of our favourites was Rex who we rejoined at the Halfway Hut after chatting earlier to his owners. Rex was a beautiful Alsatian who the kids were fascinated by asking numerous questions. How old is he? What's his name again? Have you any other animals? Are you from here? Do you have a hot-tub? They never fail to throw a random question in.
In fact questions to walkers were a common theme up to the Halfway Hut. A lot were happy to answer them, well one or two questions. But they had a mountain to climb and wanted to stride away, so there were times where Oscar was literally running behind people continuing his line of questioning.
A few kind, (very) patient walkers slowed to chat properly and let the kids have a pat of their canine friend.
The path had begun with a steep, rocky incline before flattening out and weaving up to the Halfway Hut. The sky was still clear and the views were incredible looking back towards lakes Llyn Padarn and Llyn Peris, with bright green mountains on either side of us. Then straight ahead with its tip currently (and constantly as it would turn out) smothered by a fluffy cloud stood Snowdon.
It wasn't long before we could see the kids would need a push through this section. They went from total hysteria, to friendly chats with groups (mainly with dogs) and mucking about with one another. Then back to hysteria.
The Haribo bribes worked to a point. The chocolate resources were running low. But to be fair to them as we entered an actual cloud after a long relentless steep incline to the final train station, this was actually pretty tough.
The stretch from the last train station to the summit was the most painful. We were wet, actually in a cloud so zero visibility, legs were aching and kids (mainly Jude) were upset and wanted to turn back.
We asked a man and his girlfriend how far to go who said '30 minutes...you're nearly there.' They were lying. Their intentions were good...but they were lying.
An hour later (approximately) we summited. Well, we sort of did. There was a queue for the small stairs to the summit landmark, but there was absolutely no way we were joining a queue for a photo of us looking like total shite surrounded by cloud.
We had done it though.
The mood changed instantly as we negotiated back down the unused trainline to the final station where the weather snapped back into bearable and the visibility visible as we reappeared out of the bottom of the cloud.
From there it was plain-sailing smugness as those on the incline asked us how long to go and we lied '30 minutes.' 'You're nearly there' (they weren't). 'You're doing really well' (they were struggling).
We knew the kids were back to normal as they majorly fell out en route to Halfway Hut. Jude took a route along the grass parallel to the path with a face like thunder. 'She won't be coming again,' a passer-by helpfully pointed out. Jude growled!
As we closed in on Halfway Hut we noticed people passing us with takeaway coffee cups which seemed totally bizarre. The cafe was open for takeaway at the hut, so we treated ourselves to a brew (adults) and hot chocolate (kids).
That final stretch was incredibly enjoyable. The kids were tired but in fine form realising they'd done it...oh, and they'd get ice cream at the base! We were also able to properly take in the views, stroll down at our own pace and chat to people as they passed us as Oscar would jump into a nearby ditch, climb a bolder and/or hide for five minutes.
At the base an ice cream van was conveniently and incredibly parked like an oasis in a desert right next to our car park. 99s all round and the 'I WANT TO GO BAAACK' a distant memory as we devoured them and felt dead proud of our achievement.