The treacherous climb up Pen y Fan

Today I began my perilous journey across the Brecon Beacons! This time on foot.

Didn't quite look this clear today, I took this pic last time I was in the Beacons.

At 2,907 ft above sea level, Pen y Fan is the highest peak in South Wales. Only second in the entirety of Wales to Snowdon.(Which I shall hopefully climb too before I leave in July!) Today the forcast called for rain all day, so as we went to the Brecon Beacons, we (Dale, and his neighbor Alan) could see the clouds building and the impending downpour of doom approaching. Thankfully however, we did not get rained on until we were alomst back to the car as we prepared to leave.

Most of what we saw on the way up... yep.

After exiting the vehicle, The three amigos began their trek up the mountain.
Dale joked about the dangerous things in the woods that avoid Welshmen and eat Americans. I thought it was all a joke, until (begin fake story) I noticed red eyes peering at us from the tall grass. It lunged out from the grass and I knew right away this must be one of those 'Pen y fanwolves which only appear when fog is on the mountain' he was soon joined by several packs. Only their eyes were visible through the dense fog. Dale and myself fought off the werewolf attack as best as we could to allow time for Alan to quickly run to the car to make for a quick getaway. Unfortunately, he was stopped before he was even ten feet from us. Now the only option was to turn and head straight for the mist and fog covered path. (True fact alert) The Romans are the recorded builders of the path shown below. If this is the case, the road I traversed today is indeed quite old!

Normally, you would see part of the mountain
where the sheer white at the end of the road begins.

Anyway, back to my story. As we ran blindly up the incredibly steep hills it became obvious we were surrounded on every side by creatures of unspeakable horror! (sheep)
And becuase of these deadly creatures coloring, (fluffy white fur) they blended in with the fog. So you never knew when another could cross the path.
So we had to build a mound of rocks to keep all evil creatures of the mist away! (I actually did take a rock from the bottom to the top of one of the peaks... as is tradition) Yaay! The End. (of incredibly cheesy and fake story)

Then as we decended the mountain, the fog began to clear. And I had some absolutely amazing views of the valleys and mountains surrounding me. It's hard to show the majesty of the scenery in a photo, but hopefully you'll get an idea from the few I've posted here and the ones on FB.

Much better on the way down!!

Anyhoo, it was a great day... And I hope you all enjoyed seeing some of it too!

                           I'll leave you with one little update I filmed while on the mountain.