The mountains of Northern Snowdonia can be divided into 4 groups, each one separated from the other by individual valleys, they are from ,west to east, the Moel Hebog Range, the Snowdon Range, the Glyderau Range and the Carneddau Range. After climbing Elidir Fawr last September, I realized that I only had one more mountain to climb in the Glyderau Range, a rather unassuming peak called Gallt yr Ogof (The Cave Hill). At 2503ft Gallt yr Ogof is the smallest peak in the Glyderau and many consider it a sister peak to the nearby Y Foel Goch, which I summited during my ascent up Tryfan in 2014. When I woke up that morning, there were dark clouds in the sky and forecasts of snow later in the day, so I decided I’d take it easy and enjoy a snowy walk up this little peak as opposed to one of the larger mountains. Unfortunately the weather had other ideas.
I started the walk in Capel Curig, a seemingly tiny hamlet but a Mecca for climbers in the British Isles. It is home to the UK National Mountain Centre, which offers training in a wide range outdoor pursuits and Capel Curig’s position means it acts as a starting point for a range of routes into the neighbouring mountain ranges. Capel Curig is also officially the wettest place in the British Isles, and I was sharply reminded on that as I stepped out of my car and into a spray of drizzle. Fortunately this soon stopped, but it was obvious by the muddy ground underfoot that this was place where it rained far too often.

Following the tarmac track just outside of the car park, I quickly came upon a farm house and turned off into the wild country. To begin with there wasn’t much of a path to follow and I had to find my own way through the grassy rises and false summits, I didn’t have much in the way of directions with me as I was recalling this route from the memory of my walk up Tryfan, unfortunately the last part of that walk had been in complete darkness so it was only natural that I’d struggle to find the path at first.

After a bit of wandering (just go up) I came across the path and from then on it was just a simple straight line to follow, all the way to the summit. I started to gain some nice views of the the surrounding mountains such as Creigiau Gleision, the twin peaks of Pen Llithrig y Wrach and Pen yr Helgi Du, and Moel Siabod, which looked particularly impressive.


After half an hour of walking or so, I reached the ridge known as Cfen y Capel and was greeted with my first sight of Gallt yr Ogof. I was also subsequently passed by a very hardy (crazy) fell runner wearing the thinnest of running shorts. Climbing onto this ridge also allowed me my first taste of what was a very brisk breeze blowing in from the south west. This sort of wind can be particularly hazardous to mountain walkers like me as it can make the temperature around you feel several degrees colder. I found myself trying to take photos of the landscape as quickly as possible, as a few seconds outside my ski gloves caused my hands to go numb. Not since my adventures in Iceland had I felt such a bitterly cold wind, but if some crazy fell runner can do it in shorts, then I can do it in my thick winter gear, so I pressed on along Cefn y Capel….

…And then immediately wished I hadn’t as my foot sunk into a foot of water, I soon realized that Cfen y Capel is essentially one giant bog. It took a good hour of walking to navigate my way through this treacherous mire and in many places I simply had to abandon the path and head to slightly drier ground.

I eventually reached the end of the bog and the path rose sharply upwards, into the snowy mountainside. I slowly slogged upwards, but with every bit of height I gained the wind got stronger. The path was very exposed to the elements and I was constantly have to cover my face from this tear-inducing gale. I eventually found a bit of shelter behind a dry-stone wall and devoured some much needed Oreo’s, whilst enjoying the sight of the Pen Llithrig y Wrach, Creigiau Gleision and Llyn Cowlyd.


I soon had to move on though and kept heading up the path, however the wind was becoming unbearable and as I neared the summit I diverged from the path and sought a more sheltered route. Eventually, with only a couple of meters to the summit cairn the wind became incredible. For every step I took, I was blown back three more, my coat hood was constantly attempting to strangle me and drag me into the sky. At several points I lost my footing and was almost blown off my feet, if it wasn’t for my trusty walking poles I could have been potentially cast off the mountainside. The wind was so intense that I had to give up walking and crawl the last few feet to the cairn and even then I couldn’t even stretch out my hand to touch the cairn, meanwhile bits of ice, snow and small stones were being chucked into my poor face. In the end I had to literally throw my whole body over at it, claiming the summit, and prominently collapsed, exhausted, behind the cairn; which offered a degree of protection from the wind. Never have I encountered a mountain so determined to kill me.


Crawling away from the summit, I found some shelter behind a boulder and ate some lunch. The wind, coupled with taking photos, meant that I’d lost feeling in my hands so I didn’t dare remove my ski-gloves. This resulted in the near comical scene of me trying to shove vital crisps into my mouth whilst wearing these thick gloves. I tried to admire the beautiful view before me, but all I could think of was how cold I was. I sat there trying to warm the feeling back into my hands, almost dozing from exhaustion, but I realized that I was only getting colder. I had to get back down the mountain.



Fortunately the way back down was much easier than heading up, primarily because the wind was behind me now. By the time I reached the dry-stone wall again, I’d regained sensation in my hands and was feeling much warmer, however dark clouds were massing over Moel Siabod and all too soon I felt the snow begin to fall.

It snowed numerous times as I made my way down, back through the boggy Cfen y Capel, but I didn’t care, I was just thrilled to be out of that wind. I retraced the path all the way back to my little car and collapsed in the driver’s seat, slapping on the heaters as fast as I could. I was exhausted and cold, but I’d done it, despite the mountain’s best efforts I’d conquered Gallt yr Ogof and thereby all the mountains of Glyderau range. I’d won the battle.

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This is stunning
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Thank you, I’m thankful the pictures came out as well as they did, what with the wind battering my poor camera around
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Man vs weather. I love these kind of walks! Great write up.
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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stunning
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What a great commentary on the reality of hiking in mountains in weather! The photos are really wonderful – worth the challenges (even the blasted bog – how I hate it when that happens) …. and I thank you for sharing and reminding me that I REALLY need to get out this weekend 🙂
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I think I’ll take a break this weekend 😛
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Since we are in the middle of an ‘unplanned snowstorm’ (how I love US forecasters) I think I might be rethinking 😉
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Gosh, I feel cold just looking at those but fantastic shots.
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It’s been almost a week and I’m still defrosting I think 😛
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LOL!
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It looks much more challenging weather and elevation wise than my walks. The views are spectacular though! Great shots. Well done! 🙂
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I’m usually a fair weather walker, unfortunately i’m also an idiot who doesn’t pay attention to wind speed on the weather forecast. Still I’m glad you liked the post 🙂
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An intrepid adventure! Glad you made it back safe and sound – the photos are amazing! 🙂
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Wow great photos of a fantastic landscape!
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The way you described your walk it was treacherous! To you it was worth it, because of the amazing views! Thanks for coming by my blog!
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Great effort to reach the top in those conditions and that terrain. I know the feeling, and the happiness of getting back to the car and the heater having done it. Nice to complete an entire range too!
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An epic journey! Beautiful photographs and words describing your adventure. (I have never had a dry day near Capel Curig…)
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Good post! I’ve also met the bog at Cfen y Capel, though it’s not quite as bad in summer (whatever that is!)
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