Climb Every Mountain!

Dave Parkin. After a few really busy weeks it's a pretty short newsletter this week, which I must admit I quite like occasionally. The one major report we do have is really very impressive indeed, with Dave Parkin having made it to the top of 15 x 3000ft Welsh mountains in an indecently short time. When he said the record was 4:10 I assumed he meant 4 days 10 hours! There's a short item from Simon Taylor on a few of our triathletes indulging in just running. Good luck to those of you competing in the London Marathon at the weekend and also in our local triathlon, indeed good luck to any of you competing anywhere. Take care Best Wishes David Jones View this email in your browser Just the 12355 feet of ascent! The Welsh 3000s Report - Dave Parkin The Welsh 3000s has been well-known in fell-running and hill-walking circles since the first timed effort in 1938. It’s a simple proposition – stand on the top of all of the 15 Welsh 3000-foot mountain summits in as short a time as you can – the route is entirely up to you. It isn’t run as an organised race; rather, individuals and teams plan their own attempts. The record for the summit-to-summit time was held for many years by the incomparable Joss Naylor and is now a quite remarkable 4:10 set by Finlay Wild in 2019. I had been planning my attempt for much of the year – it is as much about navigation, weather and moving quickly over difficult mountain terrain as it is about pure athletic endeavour. Much of the route was familiar to me after many trips to Snowdonia over the years but there were a few challenging sections over difficult terrain, so I had a couple of recce days in August to finalise my route plan. One of the added challenges of the Welsh 3000s is that you actually have to get to the summit of the first one before you start your watch and then get off the last one at the end of a long day. I duly set off at 4.45am from Pen y Pass to reach Snowdon, my first summit, for the dawn. Two mistakes; firstly, I set off too early and secondly, I went off too fast, so I arrived at Snowdon when it was still pitch dark, with the rather spectacularly imposing Crib Goch ridge my next destination. In the dark and the drizzle, I scrambled along Crib Goch by torchlight (don’t try this at home, kids…!), and then dropped steeply down through scree and pathless, boggy, mountain terrain to my first road crossing at Nant Peris. Ten minutes later I was on my way again, straight up 800m of unremitting awfulness by the name of Elidir Fawr. Reaching the top, once again in thick mist, I found I could actually run again, and had some of my best running of the day round to Y Garn. From there…