Well, I’ll wait with the scathing post. I was cleaning up the slides I’d scanned a while ago. I used to have slides instead of photos. So I saw them even less than photos. That’s one of the things I love about a blog. I can see my favorite pictures and share them with whoever is interested.
Anyway, I didn’t clean my slides very well before scanning them, so I was doing that in Photoshop last night. Amazing!
These are photos I took one year when I went to the UK by myself, during Easter break. I hitchhiked to Wales and spent a week there. One day I hiked up Mount Snowdon. It was my first mountain.
It was super windy and misty, and the ridge I was supposed to follow to the top looked like I’d have to straddle it. Once I was on the ridge, it wasn’t quite that sharp. There was a narrow trail and I didn’t blow off.
The mist came and went and came again, and the top was in clouds all day. It was also freezing up there, and getting the top was so incredible, I cried. Because, as I climbed the last bit on all fours to the top, I saw ice feathers that looked like they grew out of the rock. The mist, touching the even colder rock, froze as it was blowing away, and that gave the ice that effect.
It was one of the most amazing hikes ever.
Click on the first picture to see all of them larger. Some are double. Sorry about that. I can’t figure out how to delete one from a gallery once it’s in there.