Back in North Wales

I love bank holiday weekends and plan mine months ahead. Just can't stay home, but have to seize those rare opportunities of more than two days off to be active outdoors.
So it came that instead of spending three days camping in Exmoor with my boyfriend and a few other people I drove all the way up to North Wales for some Quality Mountain Days.
Left work in Newport at 2pm but an incredible amount of slow drivers and a bit of Friday rush hour kept me an hour longer than intended. A coffee break halfway there helped cooling my temper and I started enjoying the beautiful sunshine and rolling green hills around.
Hills rose just after Wrexham and I got a fantastic view onto Moel Siabod between Betwys and Capel Curig. Stunning! Approaching 7pm I finally entered Ogwen Valley with mighty Tryfan looming on the left, Pen-yr-ole Wen on the right and Glyder Fach ahead. Breathtaking!
It's really funny, but I can walk along the most beautiful coasts, through nature reserves or AONBs, but when I see proper British hills, my heart rejoices, a broad grin creeps onto my face and I just feel like coming home after a very long time. This is where I belong. Period.
I parked at the YHA Idwal, checked in and chatted with the lovely woman at reception who even remembered me from last year! Pitched my tent outside and spent the rest of the night brooding over the map and weather forecast which was not promising at all.