In reply to mike_uk82: This one is more a stupid chain of events than stupid thing. 18 years old and bright eyed and bushy tailed, me and a mate headed up to Cloggy one afternoon. My mate is now a very well known climber, which makes the story more amusing. Crag was a bit damp, but we saw a team high on White Slab, so we thought why not give it a go? We hadn't checked any weather forecasts, but it seemed to be OK so we set off. Halfway up the route is starts raining, and by the top pitches it's p*****g down. Luckily my mates a nifty climber, so he gets on the sharp end for the soaking top pitches. It then gets worse. We get to the top and it's dark by now, and the mist has come down. We've left our packs, trainers etc at the bottom and don't know where the descent path is as it's our first visit to Cloggy(guidebook is also at the bottom of the crag!). So in our rock boots and t-shirts, we head off in a south westerly direction hoping to walk around the crag and down, instead of down the central gully which was by now a river. We got fully lost and when we came out of the mist we saw the lake in the valley to the south of the Llanberis pass. Managed to pick up a footpath which took us back towards the railway track and halfway house on Snowdon, then the mist came down thick again, and we couldn't find our way back to Cloggy and our rucsac (which had money waterproofs etc) and trainers. We eventually headed back down to Llanberis, and walked back to the Cromlech boulders where we were camping, in our rock boots, as by now it was way after midnight and still pissing down, and nobody wanted to pick up 2 soggy weirdos with harnesses,rack, ropes and rock boots walking along the road in the rain late at night.
Next day it was still pissing down, and when we got up we hitched back to Llanberis and walked up to Cloggy (in rockboots!) to retrieve our rucsacs. My rockboots at the time were the blue Boreal Ballets, and my feet were blue for weeks afterwards from the dye. Many lessons learnt from that day!