After waiting 15 mintues for a couple of people who failed to show up, we made our way up the Pyg track as far as the Bwlch y Moch. "Bwlch" is the Welsh language version of the Scots "bealach", or mountain pass.
At this point one member of our group decided to part company and meet us at the summit. He'd traversed Crib Goch twice before in his younger days, and wasn't in the mood for doing it again.
Ten of us left the Pyg track and continued on our way up to the knife-edge ridge of Crib Goch.
The terrain soon becomes very rocky, but just before we got to the rocks, we took a refreshment break and admired the scenery.
From there, the fun began!
The scrambling was very easy at first, on grippy rocks.
There's one section where it becomes much steeper. There was a bit of a bottleneck here, with people climbing down as well as up. I found an alternative route at the left, and some of the others followed me.
At the top of this section, the rocky peak marking the start of Crib Goch came into view.
When I reached the top of this rocky peak, I could see the Crib Goch ridge extending out in front of me. It was the first time that I'd looked out at a mountain ridge and DIDN'T think:
"This looks much easier than I'd expected".
Instead, I thought:
Scrambling is akin to rock climbing. "Three points of contact" is the rule. When I'm scrambling, I love looking for the best way up, for the most secure places to position my hands and feet. On a knife-edge ridge like Crib Goch, "three points of contact" is not always possible – unless you're almost bent over! You just have to go for it.
This kind of thing makes me feel out of control.
I think I was the only member of our group who didn't really enjoy the Crib Goch section of the day. I loved the scrambling on either side of it! But on the knife-edge ridge, I felt out of my comfort zone.
I wasn't at panic level, but every now and then, I could feel my heart rate start to rise. At those times, I would move over to a slightly wider bit and relax for 20 or 30 seconds. As I did so, I was able to enjoy the spectacular views down below.
I'm used to being in high places, so I knew I could cope with this. But I could see how someone with a fear of heights could have a major panic attack here.
And someone did. Not a member of our group, but a woman who was crossing the ridge with a man, maybe her partner. We saw them up ahead of us, perched on some rocks, and at first I thought they were just having a rest. As we approached them we realised that the woman was "cragfast" (too terrified to move) and the man was phoning for help.
My friend pointed to a slightly wider grassy ledge nearby, and suggested that we could try and help the woman get to it, so she might feel safer. At first she was too scared to move, but with one of us on either side of her, she slowly stepped down onto the ledge. She was visibly shaking and barely able to speak.
As we got to the end of the ridge, we passed a Mountain Rescue team member making his way to her.
Almost two hours later, we watched from the summit of Garnedd Ugain as a helicopter winched someone up from the ridge. Whether it was the "cragfast" woman we'd passed on Crib Goch or someone else, we couldn't say.
Crossing the ridge took about 25 minutes, though some people do it much faster. I was relieved to see the rocky pinnacles at the end, where the ridge broadens out considerably. This is the kind of ground I enjoy scrambling on.
After negotiating these pinnacles, the path flattens out, and there's an ascent of about 200m to the summit of Garnedd Ugain (1065m). As you approach Garnedd Ugain there are more rocks to scramble on.
The views were magnificent.
From the summit of Garnedd Ugain, there's a 50m descent to Bwlch Glas, and then a climb of 85m up to the summit of Snowdon.
At Bwlch Glas, things suddenly got very busy again, as the Pyg track, the Miners' track and some of the other popular paths to Snowdon's summit converge here.
There were all kinds of people – couples, families with children and dogs. I saw a group of girls who looked as if they'd just stepped out of a hairdressing salon, wearing Ugg boots and lots of makeup. The Snowdon Mountain Railway train was chugging up the track.
I loved the atmosphere.
I got summit fever, and started walking quickly ahead. I darted up to the enormous summit cairn, and took a selfie.
I looked at the crowds coming up behind me – and the train chugging its way up to the summit!
There were more glorious views.
In general I don't like the idea of cafés at mountain summits! But Snowdon is special.
Our friend Paul, who'd decided to stay on the Pyg track without doing Crib Goch, was waiting for us in the café. We had coffees, hot chocolates and beers, before heading back, this time via the Watkin path which leads straight back to Bryn Gwynant.
We got back to the hostel at about 7pm. Everyone agreed that it had been a brilliant day.
All photos author's own.