Riley resumed primary driving responsibilities, claiming he was enjoying the windy country roads in our manual transmission rental car. Several hours later, even Riley’s enthusiasm waned by the time we got to Snowdon. We tucked into our bunk beds at our hostel, then slipped out early the next morning to beat the rush at the mountain. Good thing we did, as it turned out. We got one of the very last parking spots at the trail head. The peak had multiple routes to choose from; we opted to hike up a scenic valley, replete with a series of lakes. We went down the opposite side of the mountain ridge. Snowdon was packed with groups, especially for charity, and was the busiest of the three mountains. Although the shortest of the three peaks, the path was a little longer than the trail up Scafell Pike, thus making it fairly approachable for all ages, and manageable for most fitness levels. It even offered a more advanced route if you were so inclined. (We thought our fitness levels were sufficient for the advanced route, but I nearly had an anxiety attack just thinking about the half-mile knife-ridge section we’d have to traverse. We stuck with a more straightforward trail.) We stopped at a local hotel/bar that a friendly fellow hiker on Scafell Pike had recommended for refreshments. Snowdon had been used as a training ground for the first team to summit Everest. Some had left climbing gear as souvenirs and signed the low wood-beamed ceiling. Coupled with good food, it made for a lovely lunch before we returned to the airport.