NUI Maynooth and My Time in Ireland: Isle of Anglesey, Wales Remaining Days: Mt. Snowdon, Beaumaris Castle, and Caernarfon Castle

Not letting rain isolate me to my hostel room, I continued to venture out day after day. Two days of cycling around the isle, and a big couple of days of making my way from Holyhead to Beaumaris and Caernarfon then finally to Llanberis to climb Mt.Snowdon.
In a day consisting of six buses I managed to visist Beaumaris and Caernarfon Castle. Beaumaris Castle is considered one of the finest examples of a castle ever, built at a time when castle making was at its peak. Though never finished it remained a fine place to explore. Moving to Caernarfon, the castle was built by Edward the I (as was Beaumaris) and makes up part of his Iron Ring of Castles. Built mainly to prevent future uprisings in Wales, the Castle was of huge proportions and accompanied with torrential rains was quite a foreboding site.
Moving on to the highlight of my trip: Mt.Snowdon. In order to climb this mountain, the highest in Wales and Britain, I ventured to the little mountain village of Llanberis...
Crawling out of my bunk and donning layer after layer of clothing, I took my first steps out of the hostel into the fresh mountain air. Following the Llanberis trail, I scrambled through the windswept landscape, the fields illuminated a bright gold by the rising sun. As the path weaved into the mountain pass, the landscape began its gradual transformation. Each step taking me higher and higher, the ground turned from rock to snow and the visibility turned from good to bad. Trekking through a two feet of snow and unable to see more than a couple of meters in front of me, I could only hope the summit was close. By the time I reached the summit, I was rewarded with a breathtaking view: a panorama of white. Feeling no less accomplished, (okay, maybe a little) I began my descent down the snowy pass. Eventually emerging from the clouds, my sight was regained and was afforded views of the valley and glacial lake. Troughting into town, I plopped myself into the nearest cafe and had myself a well deserved breakfast of eggs, bacon, fried toast, hashbrowns, and tea. (and cake...) Feeling accomplished I burnt up the rest of the day by nestling myself in the shadow of Dolbadarn Castle with my book, serenaded by the quite lapping of the mounatain streams and a silence afforded only in nature.