Day 342 Mile 342: Snowing in the Mountains. Today the country is experiencing Storm Caroline and many thousands of children have woken up disappointed at the lack of snow at low levels and the still functioning nature of the education system. However if you are an adult and blessed with transport or have the misfortune to live in one of the harder hit areas of the country there is certainly more than enough of the white stuff to be found. So, seeking adventure I took a drive in my lunch break up into the mountains for today’s run.
The Ogwen Valley is a spectacular place, it was carved out over millennia by glacial ice forms the meeting point of the Glyder and Carneddau mountain ranges. At its base lies a shallow ribbon lake, etched by the action of the ice on a softer vein of rock and it is said that after the Battle of Camlann, King Arthur’s final battle, Sir Bedivere cast the sword Excalibur into Llyn Ogwen, where it was caught by the Lady of the Lake. Tryfan the mountain at the end of the lake is reputed to be Sir Bedivere’s final resting-place.
It’s a wonderful crazy run. The thermometer in my car indicated an intimidating -4°C and with forecast winds of around 30 mph I would rather not think too much about what the windchill was. There is a certain dreamlike quality to running in the snow. Nothing feels quite the same. The light is different and distances appear to expand and compress as flakes make the air more or less opaque. Sounds are muffled making distant events more remote and almost by contrast alone making the noises of one’s own motion feel that much louder. Feet fall with less of an impact but push off with a slither creating the sensation of being at once light of foot while also sapping the strength. After a short while the body feels warm and toasty but lips and fingers start to tingle or just downright hurt, but the views when the air clears are sensational.
It is a wonderful, contradictory and contrary experience. There are easier, safer and faster runs to be found, but they just don’t really match up to the fun and adventure of this option. That said I am please to have got back to the car just before another blizzard came sideways up the valley pelting the car with snow and ice and even causing the bin lorry to pull over for a few minutes until the worst of the flurry passed. Good job I had already finished changing out of my snowy clothes before they pulled up in front!
What a privilege to live in a part of the world where this can be crammed into a lunch hour 🙂
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Distance: 1829.5 meters recorded
(1 mile = 1609.34 m.)
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A proper snowy weather earworm for today.