Yr Aran, GW/NW-019 - 747m ASL - SH 604 515 - OS Explorer OL17 - 6 SOTA points
The nerves were beginning to kick in again. I had never done
Snowdon's South
Ridge before, but had often looked up at its terrifying high sheer cliffs from
the Cwm Llan area below. I had pored over the OS 1:25000 map at the narrowest
point of the ridge and read route guides on the internet with quotes like "the
ridge narrows to an arete". Could I get past it, or would I suffer an RQJ
moment?
At the top of the ridge, we met a group from the Kinmel Bay Outdoor Pursuits
Club, who were following a similar circular route to ourselves, although they
were not intending climbing to Yr Aran's summit. Already I felt safer, and for
the most part the path was wide, firm and flat, with the sides dropping off
steeply to the left and right, but nothing too terrifying. There was just one
point were the ridge narrowed to the width of the path - about a metre - but it
was only two metres long. Head down, eyes down and forwards, quickly! That was
it, problem overcome just as quickly as it arrived. It was probably a good thing
that the visibility was so poor with only the clag a few metres below the ridge
visible, and not the land 400m below! Most of the Bwlch Main/Clogwyn Du path
down the ridge was good easy walking, although there were one or two short
sections requiring steep scrambling or careful footwork.
Tired, and yearning shelter, we took advantage of a short section of north-south
running wall by a ladder stile SH605529. We hid behind it, and served up the
day's second helpings of Minestrone soup. It was disappointing that what should
have been a spectacular view was replaced by a blanket of opaque grey. "Are you
alright?" came the call from one of the Kinmel Bay Outdoor Pursuits Club as they
caught us up. "Yes" I shouted back, with a thumbs up, and Jimmy and I scrabbled
our own stuff back together and got on our own way again.
We were soon well ahead of the Kinmel Bay cohort, who were even slower than me,
and soon Jimmy was pulling well ahead of me, sensing the proximity of the saddle
with Yr Aran. I suddenly noticed that my Yaesu VX-7R was missing from its belt
clip where it normally sits on my rucksack strap. I checked my coat pockets -
nothing. I caught up with Jimmy, who checked the mapcase - nothing. It was
obvious that it must have fallen off where we sheltered behind the wall. I was
gutted. However, it would have cost a further hour to retreat to that point and
back again, and that would neither be feasible nor sensible. With regret, I took
the decision that we wouldn't be turning back to look for it, and that we would
be continuing forwards with our expedition as planned. However, I thought
it would be a good idea to wait for the Kinmel Bay gang to catch us up once
again. If I had dropped it on the path, they would surely pick it up knowing it
was mine, having asked us all about the radio gear at the top of the ridge. They
did catch us up, but they hadn't seen my radio. An enjoyable day was suddenly
beginning to feel as miserable as the weather.
The rain had been persistent and largely horizontal for hours and hours. Our
waterproofs had long since stopped having waterproof properties, and we were
soaked to the skin, from head to toe. Our boots and socks were wet through, out
trousers, pants, shirts and fleeces were soaked, as were our coats, hats and
gloves. However, I noted with some slight consolation that I still felt warm and
healthy. I asked Jimmy, and he said he too felt warm despite being wet. I
suppose, at the end of the day, that "proper" walking clothes need to maintain
their thermal properties even when wet. And we were wearing "proper" walking
clothes.
A lapse of concentration saw us veering off eastwards as the main path continued
to lose height. However, Jimmy realised that we had gone too far and insisted we
climb back up a steep grassy slope. I was tired and irritable, and started
arguing with Jimmy about the route. I think he was tired and irritable as well,
for he began to argue back heatedly. Eventually, we settled on the fact that the
map and compass agreed with Jimmy's assessment of the situation, not mine, and
so began a reluctant steep trudge upwards. Jimmy's personal victory in the
navigation argument brought a rousing cheer and cries of "Power to the Young
People" from the passing Kinmel Bay Outdoor Pursuits Club, who had been
observing our altercation with amusement. Once we regained our relative privacy
and isolation further up Yr Aran's lower flanks, Jimmy stepped towards me and
offered an apology for his manner towards me. I offered my own in return for
mine towards him, we shook hands and proceeded up to the saddle, which in fact
we had not dropped too far below at all.
Now the fun began. This section is incredibly steep, and requires some
significant scrambling, sometimes up as much of five feet of near vertical rock
at a time. I was shattered and finding this very hard work. I couldn't work out
how it was possible that I managed to do this ascent with Liam 4 years ago, when
he was just 6 years old. Perhaps I had dreamt it all! We reached the
junction where our descent route for later led off down the ridge, and here we
turned right for the final push for the summit. I gave Roger MW0IDX a call and
asked him to spot us as QRV on 2m FM in 20 minutes, which he kindly did. We
rounded off onto the long broad summit area, and hunted around for the trig
point, which we couldn't find last time, but which Roger assured us was there.
Still we couldn't find it, so we took photos by the cairn on the highest rock
outcrop and then tried to drop off in lee of the strong and uncomfortable wind
somewhat.
I dumped my rucksack off my back, and couldn't believe my eyes. There, in the
gap in the netting that would rest against the small of my back, was my VX-7R.
Just lodged in there, and somehow transported without dropping out for the last
hour and a half or so. I let out a roar of laughter, which was more relief than
anything. Calls on 2m FM on the handheld - now with just rubber duck
aerial what with me breaking the connector off the feeder for the RSS - brought
in two stations quickly, which we both worked. Jimmy had a scary moment when the
wind blew his rucksack, sending it rolling down the steep northern slope of Yr
Aran. Fortunately, it came to a stop after around ten feet or so. Much further,
and it would have rolled right off the hill! My continued calls fail to
solicit any further activity, so we relocated further around the hill to try and
find a new "horizon". 37 minutes of silence reigned, before I managed to break a
local QSO on 145.525MHz for the other two contacts. Incoming reports were
marginal, but were exchanged and confirmed. We stood up and redonned our packs,
a full uncomfortable hour after arriving on summit, and a good 50 minutes longer
than we had intended staying. Many thanks to the following stations, all
worked on 2m FM with 5 watts:
M3NVJ |
Mossley Hill |
Colin |
T, J |
GW6IMS |
Penryndeudraeth |
Pat |
T, J |
MW0DNQ |
Amlwch |
Dave |
T, J |
GW1VLW |
Caernarfon |
Chris |
T, J |
We were now trying a new descent route, down the ridge by the wall towards the
old mine workings. There were no paths, and in very low visability, it was
tricky a somewhat unnerving to decide at which point we needed to swing left and
attempt to descend to the Watkin Path. Jimmy was more confident than I, and led
the way, plotting us safely down by some deep disused quarry workings. On some
of the steeper sections, I found it easier to sit down in my "waterproof"
overtrousers and slide down the wet grass, pushing myself along with my hands
and poles! We passed an old mine entrance and an old ruined slate building. It
all looked suddenly familiar. Jimmy, Liam and I had been up this way in our
failed 2003 attempt on Yr Aran. If only I had known then how close we had got to
the ridge! Soon, we were down to the disused tramway and then down to the
Watkin Path by the Afon Cwm Llan. The first people we had seen since before 5pm
came by, just taking a short evening stroll along the first part of the Watkin
Path. It turned out they too were staying in Betws-y-coed, in the Swallow Falls
Hotel, just next door to the Youth Hostel in which we were booked.
The last part of the descent was uncomfortable, for my left side was now in some
pain from the exertions of the day. However, what with the heavy rain that had
come down all day long, there was a huge volume of frothy white water crashing
down the waterfalls adjacent to the path, and that certainly added some
interest. Both Jimmy's and my own bladder packs were empty, so I produced my
secret 500ml bottle of "emergency water" from the side pocket of my rucksack,
and shared it with him. We reached the car just before 9pm, 14 hours after
starting out on today's big expedition. We reached the Swallow Falls Hotel
in Betws right on food last orders at 9.30pm. We placed ours for whitebait
followed by Cumberland sausage and mash, and then skipped over to the Youth
Hostel for a quick shower and change. Back in the bar, which was busy, we
enjoyed our meal, and the pints of water and Conwy Ales that accompanied it.
This hotel's reception also handles the bookings for the Youth Hostel, which is
self-catering - but the hotel does meals, and also breakfasts in its Tavern Bar
upstairs. The food and beer was good; I enjoyed it. |