On Friday 16th September 13 people headed up to Fort William from Peterborough. Packed into a mini-bus and with hardly any sleep the night before the team prepared themselves for the coming weekend.
Despite the mini-bus being restricted to a mere 60mph we all arrived at the foot of Ben Nevis in time to starting hiking up at just gone 4pm. And to start with, the journey up didn’t seem too bad. Staying on the path and winding up to the top it was just a case of best foot footward as everyone tackled the peak one step at a time. As we reached the summit there was just enough time for Damo to become the highest naked person in the UK before we started our way back to the warmth of the mini-bus.
The moment we turned around though it was as if someone had turned the lights off. The darkness came in and we all had to navigate ourselves down relying on the batteries in our head torches. Thankfully Damo was very experienced on the mountain and good with a map as he led the team directly down without any problem at all.
Back in the van we barely had time to get our boots on and the van was off. Everyone trying their best to get forty winks as we headed to the Lake District with the van throwing us all around like rag dolls. Maybe not quite as much kip as we might have hoped for then? After playing wild goose chase in Glasgow with a Sat Nav that had no sense of direction what so ever we finally reached Wasdale Head.
Reaching the bottom of Scafell Pike there was definitely a change in mood. After climbing Nevis only a few hours previous some members of the team had lost their appetite. In fact a few turned back straight away preferring to save their legs for Snowdon at the end. In hindsight that was a wise choice. Scafell didn’t seem to have the same beauty as Ben Nevis did and despite being a shorter route it won’t go down in my memory as a great climb. No sooner had we got about half way up, then the heavens opened up on us and drenched us to the bone with a heavy shower. And just when we thought our morale couldn’t dip any lower the gods upped the ante. We were rained on with hail stones that came down from the sky like bullets smashing into us. At this point we all turned to look at each other and question what the hell we were thinking. Only one thing for it. Lets get up there, get a glory picture and high tail it straight out of here! So we did.
Which only left one more peak to tackle before we could get to the pub. Already the groans were getting louder as we put back on our wet clothes and sodden kit. Going up Snowdon the team made really strong progress. It was a route that at times seemed to be never ending and in parts the path disappeared into random scrambling? Only to be confirmed that we were on track as we picked up the route the other side. Snowdon was a much more enjoyable mountain than Scafell and was full of beauty. Despite the rain and misty weather you could recognise just how spectacular the views must be if you pick the right day. Sadly we didn’t have the right day and as we approached the summit their wasn’t a great deal to see at all. But either way we had cracked it and the sense of acheivement was already pouring in. We could all retire after this, hang up our boots and rest easy knowing that at some point in our lives we DID complete the 3 Peak Challenge.
As we got to the pub you could sense the gratitude that all that was left was a feast, a pint and the ride home. We’d clocked in at 29 hours which wasn’t a bad time considering the conditions. Visibility had been poor in parts, the Sat Nav had thrown us off a few times and the van was limited to 60mph. Not to mention sitting in traffic on the M6 for hours on end on route to Snowdon.
But then you could sense that niggling feeling. I guess we have to come back next year now to make sure we crack it in under 24 hours? Oh what the heck, lets keep up the training and get another date in the diary 🙂