Paddy Buckley Round Recce

Snowdon Massif

The Paddy Buckley recce was as expected, a blast! Kind of disappointed I didn't get to do the whole thing but the remaining section is very do able alone if I decide to find the time. The two very long and tough days were pretty much just route finding and putting in the miles and vert.

I arrived in North Wales on Friday night at about 8 pm. Darkness was just beginning to fall and I was still able to see where I was. I drove through Betws-y-Coed, the start of the previous race I had done up here, and was at least a bit familiar with the area. A short drive on and everything opened up into more mountainous terrain. I could see Snowdon, the highest point in Wales, and soon was following  steep switchbacks up towards it. I felt like I was in Colorado passing through tiny old towns and following narrow winding roads. I finally topped out at a pass with a few buildings and limited parking, I began descending then  I soon realized that was Pen-y-Pass and the hostel I was staying at! After a half mile of no where to turn around I was able to and  headed back up.

driving into the mountains

I knew parking was an issue here but dumped my car and payed the 10 pound fee without thinking. I just wanted to be settled. I went inside the rugged looking old building and inside was like a hotel! This hostel had been fixed up and was immaculate, it even had a bar and restaurant! No surprise I guess, Pen-y-Pass looked to have access to at least three shorter popular hiking routes up Snowdon, makes sense to sell food to people!

I attempted to check in and see if anyone was here yet. I would only recognize one of the four other guys and had never met the others outside of e-mail conversations. I rattled off their names to the guy working the front desk until we found who booked the room, Nathanael Booker. It looked like no one was here yet and I couldn't check in without Nathanael. Not that I drink much but at least there was a bar.

ironic finding this in North Wales! I spent a great deal of time in Canyon Country!

I found a place to sit and decided to get a beer. I hardly drink any more, probably my first beer in a few months, but figured it’s not really coffee time. I had another and looked at the books on offer. I laughed as I picked up and started reading a book on the geology of canyon country in the USA! I decided to order some food and another beer. I really didn't want to spend any money since we had food but whatever I guess. I had a solid buzz on though drinking 8 percent beers so I could justify the food! I haven't really quit drinking it's just that there is no one here I enjoy drinking with. Most people around me here drinking alcohol seems to bring out anger and resentment versus the fun and stupid smiles, so I opt to not take part. Besides, with little kids I feel there is no place for being intoxicated.
After waiting a hour and half a couple guys showed up, fortunately Nathanael, and also my friend Neil. I worked with Neil at the outdoor shop in Birmingham. He was a good guy and the only person there that actually climbed and skied. When I did my first 50 miler at the North Downs Way 50 he was living nearby and stopped by to cheer me on, pretty cool of him. He's an actuary for an insurance company in Zurich now. He hates it despite living in the Alps. He said it's very easy, very boring, and pays a lot, but extremely unfulfilling. So, he's planning on quitting and is training to be a helicopter pilot with dreams of working in the mountains.

After a few short hellos we were booked in and getting ready for bed, everyone having had long days. We had a private room with two bunk beds. We'd use a communal toilet, showers, and planned on eating in the communal kitchen which comprised of four separate fully stocked "kitchens" (sink, fridge, freezer, dishes, etc. stove, oven, microwave) and an eating area through another door. The facilities were basic but in very nice condition. Many of these hostels families use instead of hotels and they're far cheaper.

We stuffed a shoe in the door so one of the guys arriving late could get in. The fifth decide to drive up in the morning.

We slept well and woke at 7am or so. No hurry really. We got what little gear we were bringing; basic ultrarunning kit I'd raced with, food, and water, and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Plans changed a bit due to snow up high which was going to possibly melt off during the day. We decided to do the lower elevation section first. Capel Curig to Aberglaslyn.

first few tops

post hole fun

After a little patience shuffling of cars to save money on parking and setting up our car shuttle back from the finish we were off. The temps were cool, the sky partly cloudy, and wind up high cold. No precip in sight which was unheard of here in Wales! We headed up a rocky trail and soon were winding through moss covered woodland, I remembered these crazy looking forests from the the last time I raced here, beautiful and calming. As our elevation climbed we were soon in rolling grassy clumped moorland. It looks like fields of over sized bunch grasses but is bog. The cold water seeped into out shoes which wouldn't dry out all day. The bogs were relentless and unpredictable. Most of the time maybe ankle deep but when you saw a creek type flow you had to be careful. Dan, the guy who drove up in the morning, attempted to jump over one as you do and sunk in up to his waist!

Dan hauling himself out of the bog

It was slow going through the grassy inconsistent footing relentlessly climbing up and tagging "bumps" of hills that were GPS way marked as the official route. The terrain wasn't too steep, you were just always going up or down. Being off trail the downs weren't as fast as one would expect. Long, some of them, but hopping hidden rocks and bunches of grasses isn't quick work, and add in the occasional snow field of breakable crust.

The view appeared to be just rolling hills but soon they exposed huge drop offs into slate quarries abandoned over 100 years ago with distant views of the sea. I recognized sections of the Snowdonia 50 I had run previous. The quarries were open pit mines carved in to the hills that also had a plethora of underground tunnel systems bored deep into the earth, many of which are open to exploration. The remnants of building foundations were everywhere, built with carefully laid and stacked stone. The bluish black slate being so durable appeared recently built with construction abandoned, but the demeanor of the Welsh weather gave it a feel something very old and out of Game of Thrones. I love it up here.

Quarry down below, the far high points we dropped out packs at

We crossed a pass through a quarry and were on a trail, the pace quickened for a change and we traversed a narrow stony path built into a hillside. Soon we dropped our packs for a short but steep out and back section to bag another peak.

old quarry buildings, this is in the above photo at the pass

fun trail to the out and back

We crossed back over the pass and up to the final two tops on the map. A little technical scrambling and we were on the final descent to the car at Aberglaslyn. It went on forever but was fast and not so technical you had to slow your pace, fun running to finish off a wet boggy day. Soon we were on an old farm track littered with rocks, ruts, and puddles. Choosing the fastest line reminded me of mountain biking in Moab, planning ahead to make it down without tripping or keeping a smooth flow. Off the track and onto pavement. A narrow lane with sparse houses led to a busier road and shortly we were at the Aberglaslyn parking lot. Around 23 miles and 8,000 feet of climbing.

We were all pretty spent and ready to be done. A short drive, a little shuffling of cars to accommodate parking and soon we were showered and eating chili that one if the guys brought with in the communal dining area. No beers, no celebrations, just shower, eat, sleep. We had another bigger day tomorrow.

After a quick breakfast we were pretty much ready to go. Not too much to carry in all reality so prep time was minimal which is nice. It's great to be with people who are organized and ready to roll with the task at hand. Climbers are like that, which most of these guys were. They'll skip the party in order to focus on the goal, early to bed early to rise when needed, time is of great value to the overall experience.

One guy opted out of the second day's run so he dropped us off where we finished the day before at Aberglaslyn and would be picking us up in Llanberis at the end of the route. He had a beautiful day to sit around and read or do nothing, the morning was misty and cold but blue skies were expected, I was partially jealous. Sometimes when I'm driving to an ultra I think to myself, "I should be driving to Cornwall with a surfboard, not to run for 20 hours!"

We headed up of course through moss covered hardwood forest. Creeks flowed seemingly in every direction as we meandered back and forth on and off the path through the trees to find the easiest route. We popped out of the forest and into moorland. It was nice to have warm dry feet for the first 20 minutes, so much for that, the cold of the bog water seeped into my shoes soaking my socks yet again. The grassland was hilly and strewn with stone fences going in all directions. Remnants of sheep herder stone huts overlooked the valleys below.

old hut remains

The wind was cold as we hiked straight up steep grass slopes into the dense fog towards the first top, Bryn Banog. Before ascending into the white fog looking back down you could see the coast and sun beams attempting to pierce the clouds. This was by far the steepest section we'd done, the winds grew stronger as we climbed higher and became more exposed. We finally hit the ridgeline, wandered about hitting the correct GPS points and kept moving trying to keep warm. Down we went to escape the cold, lower we were greeted with the sun and more boggy moorland only to ascend into the clouds again.

a lot steeper than it looks, cold too!

really fun descent in the background

Up to the top to bag Moel Hebog and down again a long grassy slope. Some scrambling at the bottom and the weather was finally breaking. The wind however was still cold, but at least the sun made up for it. An easy couple waypoints led to a really fun descent. A steep, rocky, chiseled out route followed the ridge down. It almost looked like a trail, maybe it was, but any trail maintenance was obsolete here. Cherry picking our way down choosing the quickest line we jumped over and through the rocks, letting loose any not cemented into the earth. We paused to peer into a couple giant holes in the rocky mountainside, likely test pits or entrances to mines. Usually this is why you bring a headlamp, many of these are deep tunnels worth exploring, unfortunately we didn't have time.

Nantlle Ridge looking towards Snowdon

Soon we were climbing up to a portion of the Nantlle Ridge, a known fell running route. The temperature was perfect and we could see a small cloud over the Snowdon Massif which held the highest point in Wales and the final major ridge we'd traverse. The section of hte Nantlle we were on went over Trum y Ddysgl, Mynydd Drws-y-coed, and Y Garn. Try pronouncing those summits! Welsh is a fascinating language and still proudly spoken by many in North Wales. To the east we had steep grass slopes, to the west rocky impassable cliffs dropped off with the sea in the distance. This was a beautiful run along the ridge.

Snowdon Massif

We dropped steeply down into the Beddgelert Forest and met with our shuttle driver for the day. There was easy access so he brought us some water to refill before we headed up to Snowdon. Speaking of water, it was odd drinking from streams here. Sheep were everywhere however no cattle which I'm assuming are the grazers that carry giardia and cryptosporidium. I never filtered water in California but Colorado and the Midwest I always did. It blew my mind that such a small place had clean water.

We crossed through some farmland and followed an old stone fence, you guessed it, up. Grassy slopes with the occasional rocky break we continued to the next couple waypoints. The good weather stuck but Snowdon was becoming covered in clouds.

heading up to Tregalan and Snowdon

Up the rocky ridge we went ascending to Tregalan. A much more defined ridge with rocky sections of scrambling, both sides dropped off at a more aggressive angle than before. Soon we hit snow and were post holing or avoiding it by hoping on rocks. More and more people were out now mainly because we were approaching Snowdon which has many routes up it, both easy and difficult. People were floundering all over in the wet snowy conditions. It wasn't dangerous, mainly just a nuisance. We hit the summit, touched the stone memorial, and got he hell out. People were everywhere. Too busy for us. One more high point to hit before descending to the sun.

heading up towards Snowdon

 We stomped through snow to hit Carnedd Ugain then went straight down until we met the Snowdon Ranger Path and a portion of the railway that can be ridden to the top in summer. Rails and trails made for fast downhill running as we maneuvered around tourists and hikers. Shortly after we gained the grassy ridgeline again, in the distance we could see Llanberis and also the final four tops we had to summit. They were easy for the most part but you never know how much vertical you'll lose in between the lumps.

On our way down we saw a coast guard helicopter practicing touchdowns on a grassy knoll. Pretty cool. The North Wales mountains can be a very nasty any time of the year and mountain rescue is called out fairly often it sounds. The final few miles were nothing spectacular other than the finally of a another fantastic big day out. One long grassy descent into farms, neighborhoods, and finally the main street in Llanberis. We sat along the road enjoying the sun waiting for everyone to catch up and also for our shuttle. Around 23 miles adn 12,000 vertical feet. A doozy.

Llanberis High Street

We wandered into town and got food at Pete's Eats, a long time favorite of "hill walkers" and climbers after a long day out. We ate, drove back to the hostel, I grabbed my stuff and said my farewells. It was a shame that I couldn't do the final day or I can't join in for the full Paddy Buckley Round attempt but it sure was nice to hang out with some mountain folk in the mountains. I felt normal for once.

I'll hopefully be back on my own to finish the route and fingers crossed these guys get in touch for the Scottish version, The Ramsay Round, in the future.

The photos really don't do this place justice. It's very difficult to show the expanse of the area. It's odd also as it's still a really small place. Most of the photos you see terrain we either ran early in the day or did later in the day. This is definitely my favorite place in the UK and hope to be back again.Sorry about typos, formatting, and the lack of improving photo quality (you'll notice the couple I did do on Instagram). It takes a huge amount of effort just to type this with kids running around!                       

        

Paddy Buckley Recce Weekend!

Quick update. Not been running nearly as much as I'd like due to a bit of plantar fasciitis but still doing alright. I think it came on from my weight routine. Too much to soon. Shame as I was loving doing it. So I've taken a step back and been trying to work out this nasty knot I've got in my calf.

Tonight I leave for North Wales to run 2/3 of the Paddy Buckley Round. Couldn't stay through Monday to do the final 1/3 but I'll take what I can get. I'm really psyched, just hope we have decent weather. There's a reason why world class mountaineers train up there in the winter, the conditions can be horrible. Currently there's snow up high but it looks to be not too bad as does the forecast.

We're staying at a hostel in Pen y Pass just below Snowdon, the highest point in Wales, and about dead center of the entire route. We're planning to start Saturday at Aberglaslyn (Nantmoor) in the south west and run to Llanberis in the north west. Then Sunday Llanberis to Capel Curig which is in the north east. This MAP shows those points. I wanted to show a map that is a bit more detailed because some sections are really rugged and it's not really running and more like climbing along exposed ridges but didn't really have time too. Dig around on the web for images if you like!