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With the usual high pressure descending on the UK for a few days in May, I knew it was time for my annual ride up on the mountain tops local to me. So starting from home, a friend and me rode from sea level and slowly made our way out of the farm land and into the Snowdonia hills.
Some early morning cloud was hovering near the summits but with no wind it was perfect to push ourselves over the 3,400 foot level.
The going was dry as we followed an old Roman Road and onto the summits. The views were awesome all around us. Some walkers looked on in amazement that we were up there on bikes and a few had to come over and ask about the fat tyres. The descent was a little off piste through the tussock grass but the Salsa handled it fine.
It was interesting to look at one of the many plane wrecks in the area too, a Bristol Blenheim from 1940 which sadly crashed in low cloud with the loss of 4 young lives.
After riding through the mines and fixing my broken chain we joined one of the tracks from earlier in the day for the last leg of our great day out. All in all a very tough 23 miles.
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