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We climb higher. Al leads the way, pedalling powerfully<br />
and smoothly up the rocky slabs. I glance back and Andy’s<br />
right behind me, picking careful lines through the tricky<br />
sections. We’re soon passing the shuttered-up halfway house<br />
and approaching the hardest section of the climb, the bit I’ve<br />
never seen anyone close to riding. Once a boulder-strewn<br />
slope, it’s been resurfaced with stone steps but is still nigh<br />
on impossible. I make it up the first couple before giving up.<br />
Andy tries to sneak round the outside, but he too is soon off<br />
and pushing. Pushing all the way through the tunnel and all<br />
the way up the loose slope beyond.<br />
As we climb, Al spots another rider high above us.<br />
Then we meet a couple of runners, a dog walker, and a<br />
group of school kids who’ve camped at the top. ‘YOU’RE<br />
DAWDLING, BOYS!’, bellows their teacher. I don’t think he<br />
meant us.<br />
We’re greeted at the summit by the rumble of a diesel<br />
generator and a friendly blast from its exhaust. Prince Charles<br />
once described Snowdon as ‘the highest slum in Wales’. A<br />
little harsh, perhaps, but with a concrete railway station<br />
and associated paraphernalia, it’s certainly not the prettiest<br />
mountaintop. But ignore the immediate surroundings and it’s<br />
stunning. The sun’s out and the morning mist is just burning<br />
off. There are mountains on three sides and the sea on the<br />
other. Ridges and valleys climb towards us from every angle.<br />
We can spot the different tracks leading up the hill, see where<br />
we’re going and where we’ve been. It’s spectacular.<br />
It’s also busy – at 8am. We don’t stop long before turning to<br />
rattle down the summit steps. Right away the descent leaves<br />
an impression. Rocks dotted across a smooth track means<br />
there’s plenty of line choice. Cruise a bit here, pick a fast line<br />
there and hop off a rock when you fancy it. But don’t get<br />
too carried away, as awkward lines or big rock steps seem to<br />
appear the instant you stop paying sufficient attention. Two<br />
minutes into a 700m descent and I’m already having a whale<br />
of a time.<br />
Concentration at an all time high.<br />
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