Tryfan

Tryfan has no paths, at least, no paths worth talking about, at least, no paths that we could find! The road at the bottom of Tryfan runs east west Past Llyn Ogwen (lake), the mountain is south of this. We parked in the east most car park and we arrived in the car it was chucking it down. We sat in the car for a few moments while the weather died down, then donned our waterproofs and started up the mountain and begun our accent up the north ridge. The beginning was like a very steep set of stairs, harsh with no warmup. The clag descended on us after a while and we spent most of the rest of the trip lost. When the scrambling began, so did the hale. We did a lot of walking up to things that were very steep and deciding against it, then a lot of traversing the mountain looking for a reasonably sensible way up. The climbing got difficult at the ice from the hale melted and the ice cold water formed streams that would fall from the rock, down our front and into our boots and we climbed. The cold rock got hard and harder to grip as our fingers began to numb from the cold. The trip was very good for putting the fear of god in us, and reminding us how rotten bad weather climbing can be!
When we finally found Adam and Eve at the summit, we stayed for about 60 seconds, before we began our hurried decent! There was no chance of us even climbing up onto Adam and Eve at the summit because of how slippy the rock had become, the jump didn't even get a lookin!

  Descending off the West face towards Llyn Bochlwyd. 10 minutes of decent, and we had lost the route again, the way we were going was getting steeper and steeper, and in the end we decided to traverse further to the west in hope of finding the route. In a brief moment of clarity, the clouds parted, just enough for us to spot the path off in the distance, before we were wrapped in clag once again.
   I can not describe the overjoyed feeling we got when we found that path. Elated we began to run off the mountain. On the way down we lost the path another 5 or 6 times, and at one point ended up in a lovely peat bog :P.

5 hours after we set off we arrived at the bottom, and I drove myself and my traumatized friends back to Conway, for a well deserved drink down by the bay, a lot more civilized :)

In Conway we had a little walk around the wall, and a sit in the harbour. We also so the smallest house in the world, shown (it has a red front)