What we wanted to do was summit Mount Snowdon, and what we did was summit Mount Snowdon. The second tallest Mountain in the UK and we were able to stand atop the peak, drenched in sweat and moisture, covered in dirt and unable to see further than a couple meters because of the thick, dense clouds. Despite all this, it felt amazing, a sense of achievement unrivalled by allot of the thing we’ve have done in our lives. It started off well enough, a simple walk along a rocky path. A path lined by wildlife and nature and beautiful vistas. Valleys and grassy hills and lagoons stretched as far as the eye could see, and behind us lay the beautifully quaint town of Llanberis. This relatively simple path stretched for around two thirds of the climb and then it started getting more difficult. You see up till then it seemed like a normal walk, and then it got steep, very steep. All of a sudden we had to watch our footing to make sure we did not roll back down the side of the mountain. The path then led us into the clouds, and it descended like a thick fog, it felt thick enough to grab a piece of the sky and take it home with me. And then after a while in the clouds, you realise you are drenched, not in sweat but in moisture, and not only does it get colder, but the closer you get to the summit the harder the wind blows. Personally we were freezing, our hands were completely numb and my glasses were covered in condensation meaning we could see even less than usual. But we still made it, together. In the moment we felt so accomplished, we had conquered not only nature but the challenge we had set ourselves and the boundaries we had set in our heads. But looking back at it, we realised we gained something truly important, an affirmed friendship through a physical and mental trial we both overcame, together.