Wales Christmas 2025
Date: December 16, 2025
Region: Gwent, Glamorgan & Powys, Wales, UK
Overview
East of the English heartlands lies a small mountainous country, Wales, famed for its dragons, sheep, kind-hearted folk, and natural beauty - as well as punishing winter climbing. It also happens it is where Nieve, my girlfriend, hails from. Having spent last Christmas together in drab Athens, we looked forward to returning to Wales for an extended period of time. Along with spending time with family, it would also serve as an opportune for low-cost peakbagging across SE Wales.
The rolling hills of Wentwood.
Blaen Taf Fawr by Pont ar Daf at dawn
Centering our adventures around Newport, we would combine our usual along with new city escapes, those being Cardiff, and Bristol respectively, while also making a foray a bit North, to the Brecon Beacons National Park. Outside the goal of my first UK P-600, I was intrigued by a number of Marylins around the area and made sure to short-list a few given transportation considerations (public transport). I also made sure to be able to combine these ventures with time with Nieve and her family as well as ensuring no such activities would take place around Christmas. With our loose plans all set, and our bags packed we looked forward to taking our quiet mid-December flight to the island which was once our home.
Interactive Map
Day 1: Flight to Bristol
Lucky for all involved our departing flights for Bristol Airport (BRS) would depart around 20:00, meaning that I was able to finish a full days work before heading off. However, by the time I arrived home at 17:30, our flight was somewhat delayed, and yet we still had to obey our original baggage drop-off time. Alas we were rushed to the Athens International Airport (LGAV) with just 15 minutes to spare. A couple of quick goodbyes later, Nieve and myself went on to drop off our bags.
With our flight delayed we took our time in the airport and generally tried to have the most relaxing days-end possible, given the ungodly hour at which we would arrive at the house in Newport! After a long wait, and the usual poor-quality airport meal, we got onto our plane and lifted off into the winter darkness. Nieve made the best of our lack of a thirds seat-mate and fell asleep, while I made an effort to complete “Minus 148 Degrees” by Art Davidson, about the first winter ascent of Mount Denali (6,190m) in Alaska. Just around before 01:00 local-time, we landed in Bristol.
Alpine Gromet at Bristol Airport.
In the none existent traffic of the early morning we quickly made our way into Newport, grabbed some well deserved McDonalds, and went to the house, where we though we may be able to rest enough until our departure for Brecon in some 36 hours…
Day 2: Newport
The second day of our trip, a Wednesday, found us sleeping in, extremely tired from the travel day prior. Following pleasantries to our hosts (Nieve’s father and sisters), time ticked by and no real plan for the day developed. By mid-day we went to the town of Cwmbran a few miles away, and sorted a few errands at the large shopping center.
Due to Free parking at Cwmbran versus paid at Friars Walk (Newport Center), the Cwmbran shopping center is now the de-facto mall of preference for Newport residents.
We continued our foray to different local shops driving back through Newport as well as to the Spitalfields district for some final purchases. There we found two lovely Dodo bird lamps, which unfortunately we couldn’t buy, since it would be difficult to transport it to Athens. By 18:00 we were back home, enjoyed a lovely dinner and rested ahead of the early wake-up for our night away in the Brecon Beacons.
Day 3: Brecon Beacons
We didn’t rush to get up on this morning since unstable weather conditions would not permit any hiking during that day — as was originally planned. Instead we took a leisurely train from Newport for Cardiff at around 08:30, then we changed and enjoyed an hour of quaint valley scenery on the train to Merthyr Tydfil. Here we walked into the freezing drizzle of the day for the first time, walking to the Bus terminal, and catching the T4 for the Town of Brecon.
The 30 minute bus ride offered pleasant views into the Taff Valley and even to the reservoirs around the high peaks. However, conditions were clearly too poor for any hiking, so we passed by Storey Arms and continued down the Tarell Valley and into Brecon.
St. Mary’s Church in Brecon.
Pen Y Fan (886m) peaking above Brecon.
Brecon Town
Arriving in Brecon at around 11:00, we headed for a coffee before exploring the quaint town center under the freezing drizzle. The conditions were much colder than seaside Newport, although the lower humidity was beneficial. Since Nieve had not brought her waterproof ski-jacket, I bought her a new light waterproof to make the day a bit easier. For myself I picked up a couple of 5L dry-bags as well as the Ordinance Survey (OS) map for the area (OL12). The towns numerous charity stores offered us both a distraction and some respite as we walked around.
Nieve showing us the Usk Bridge in Brecon.
Having seen all we wanted and with time to spare until lunch we walked onto the Usk riverfront, and passing the old central bridge, we headed downriver. The arcing route soon leaves the riverfront, and hugging the old walls makes its way to the Y Gaer Museum & Library.
Y Gaer Museum & Library
After faffing about to find the museum entrance, we were welcomed into a lovely community center, and having dried a little bit we begun exploring inside. On the lower floor, the old Brecon courthouse could be toured, and we took some time to sit before moving on. Other exhibits here included an early 20th century classroom, complete with all necessary supplies, local crafts such as woodworking (e.g. traditional love-spoons) or crochet, and minor historic artifacts.
The old Brecon courthouse.
Gurkha Buddhist religious items.
The upper floor featured an exceptional art gallery, preoccupied with depictions of the local landscape. Most interestingly the majority of the works did not exhibit any pastoralism, instead they focused on geology and natural wonder with a rather sober approach to the matter.
Finally, a local history exhibit provided ample context on the development of the town from the pre-roman to the modern period. Among the topics touched were the Celtic pre-history, local flora and fauna, the Eisteddfod, and the ties of the town to the Gurkha people of Nepal who once trained and now live in the area. There was also a great exhibit of meteorite fragments on loan from the Cardiff Museum, a highlight for fans of geology like myself.
Steak Pie
With the sights now well sorted, we made our way back to the high street in search of some lunch. I had already checked the rather limited options for food in town and decided that the Brecon Tap, the local Pub, was the most viable. Besides the obvious array of tap beers and ciders, the pub offered excellent Steak Pie — a truly great British dish, and exactly my type of a pre-hike meal! Overall the Brecon Tap (4.6 ⭐, +1,000) is highly recommended for a hearty meal and pint!
To the Hostel!
With full stomachs and little left to do in Brecon we took some time to walk around again, loosely heading towards the bus stop which would take us back up (in the direction of Merthyr Tydfil). Between us, and that bus stop was also the local Morrisons, so we stopped to get some snacks, sodas, and extra dinner - the first of many Meal Deals! In any case, by 16:00 we were waiting for the bus.
On the South-bound T4 we caught fleeting glimpses of the mountains, as we approached them during dusk. Stop by stop the light dimmed and soon enough we were on the A-road and near our stop. Noticing that one more person was headed to our remote stop, I kept my wits about me, eventually chatting to the driver before we got off. “My GPS says its about 0.5 mile up the road”, I said curiously. “Nah mate, this is the stop; hostel is downhill from here” the driver replied, and motioned me out. What he said had not registered, and by the time it did the three of us — Nieve, the other passenger, and myself — we standing on the shoulder of the road, a fair bit away from our destination, which was uphill. Huffing, puffing but mainly swearing, we made the 20 minute walk from wherever we were to the hostel under the constant drizzle. Once checking-in we were informed that we were far from the only people this has happened to… Stagecoach, get a grip!
Walking along the A470 to the actual bus stop.
Some map-checks and preparations before bed.
That being said, the YHA Brecon Beacons (4.5⭐, +250) was lovely and we spent some time in the common areas, having an early dinner, watching a TV show, and getting ready for bed. By 19:00 we were in our large and cozy room, and by 21:00 we were both fast asleep.
Day 4: Pen Y Fan
On our fourth day, I planned to hike to Pen Y Fan (886m) directly from the YHA and then return for breakfast before chilling and then taking the T4 Bus back to Merthyr Tydfil and thereafter retracing our steps all the way back to Newport.
Pen Y Fan (886m)
Starting well before dawn I made the jaunt up through the Tarell Valley towards Storey Arms, and along with two new mates, ascended Pen Y Fan (886m) in horrible conditions but in good time. Read more about the trials and joys of pre-dawn hiking during the Welsh winter in the Trip Report below.
YHA Breakfast
Being back in time for the pre-paid breakfast at the hostel was a great surprise for me, and only possible through the contribution of Ben & Daniel who drove me back! Being the last to be served at around 8:45 — service is until 9:00 — we were given lovely extra large portions of Full English breakfast, including amazing bacon and hash browns. Our Full English was well complimented by the Continental additional options of yoghurt and cereal, as well as the selection of tea and coffee.
Nieve looking lovingly at her Full English breakfast.
The four high peaks mural in the YHA mess hall.
It was especially nice to enjoy this meal under the mural of the Brecon Beacon high peaks, after having summited. Finishing up with our breakfast we packed our things and checked out by 10:30.
Return to Newport
Our public transport return to Newport was itself a mini-adventure, beginning with us waiting at the open bus-stop in the rain for 20 minutes, then to be informed by the bus driver it was his first time picking anyone up from this stop in 3 years! We rode the T4 all the way back to Merthyr Tydfil where we rushed to the train from Cardiff. Changing trains again at Cardiff we soon remembered it was Friday as we could not find a seat. By early afternoon we were back in Newport.
The N Face of Craig Cerrig-gleisiad (629m) from the bus stop.
A small dam on the Taff somewhere near Abercynon.
Day 5: Bristol
On our fifth day — a Saturday — we planned to visit Bristol, which I had never been to before. Doing so via train from Newport, and tagging a few points of interest along with relaxing. Again we left Newport quite late, and taking the train to Bristol we got into town at around 13:00.
Clifton Observatory (102m)
We then took Bus Line 8 from right outside the station, all the way through central Bristol, headed towards Clifton Village which we soon reached. The vibrant neighborhood was rather pleasant on a Saturday with many of the restaurants and pubs full of people. We walked about 1km NNW via West Mall and Sion Lane, passing by the Clifton Suspension Bridge, and ascended Observatory Hill (102m) [P-34] via the SSW trail, which is seemingly the steepest.
The Clifton Suspension Bridge from Observatory Hill (102m).
Arriving at the observatory we took in the views of the suspension bridge and the Avon Gorge, as well as taking plenty of photos. It was quite chilly with temperatures around 2°C, so we quickly made our way inside and purchased entrance to the Giants Cave. The cave which sits 27m below the cliff-top was first mentioned in AD 305 as having a chapel, and modern archeological surveys have discovered remains of Roman pottery. In the early 19th century, the then owner of the site William West, an oil painter, dug a 61m tunnel from the observatory building to the cave at a cost of £1,300.
Nieve at the start of the tunnel. Helmet recommended!
The opening of Giants Cave on the cliff face.
With Nieve equipped with a helmet we made our way into the tunnel. West’s tunnel is extremely narrow, less than 1m wide throughout, and as low as 1.5m at points, therefore, there were more than once occasions where Nieve hit her head on the ceiling. The staircase is also extremely steep, making it somewhat dangerous. It took us no more than 5-7 minutes to get through those 61m and reach the cave, where we caught a view of the Avon Gorge and Suspension Bridge from within the rock-face; quite nice indeed! Although requiring ticketed entrance of £3 the cave featured very little information about the site, besides some printed A4s in the building and was decorated rather poorly for Christmas. While the view was spectacular the experience was somewhat underwhelming overall and could have been avoided.
Brandon Hill (76m)
After spending a little more time around Observatory Hill (102m) we walked with on ESE heading back into Clifton Village, then continued down Clifton Hill / Regent Street and then descended via Constitution Hill. The route offered a nice variety from the busy stores of the village, to the quaint houses of Regent Street, and the steep views of Brandon Hill (76m) [P-26] from Constitution Hill. Making our way to the base of Constitution Hill we crossed Jacob Wells Road and entered Brandon Hill Park. It took us no more than 30 minutes from one hill to the other.
Cabot Tower on Brandon Hill (76m) from Jacob Wells Road.
A bright but wintery Brandon Hill Park.
Being the hill and park nearest the center of Bristol, Brandon Hill (76m) has a vibrant history with its summit being home to a hermitage between 1314 and 1480. In 1533 the hill was recognized as a public space since it was used by washerwomen to dry clothes, making it one of the first public spaces in Britain. In 1897 the first stone of the Cabot Tower, built on the summit, was laid commemorating the 400-year anniversary of John Cabot’s journey to Newfoundland on the Matthew of Bristol. It has a height of 32m making the actual elevation at the summit 108m, and 6m taller than Observatory Hill (102m) — the highest natural point in Bristol.
Cabot Tower was first opened in 1898.
The pond below the summit is a breeding-ground for frogs.
We walked around the circular path and made it to the intersection below the tower, taking a left up to the viewing plateau, and then continuing through the beautiful pond at its base. With the sun out and very few clouds, the scenery was exceptionally pleasant, even though it was still cold. We made our way to the tower entrance and walked up the narrow and steep steps — reminiscent of the Giant Cave earlier in the day. Some care if needed when passing other people ascending or descending. We only went up to the lower balcony which is around 15m below the top. Still the views across Bristol were very much worth it!
Bristol Museum
Continuing our walk we left Brandon Hill park and made the short trip to the Bristol Museum via Charlotte Street. The Bristol Museum — which is completely free — features a wide selection of exhibits with a focus on Natural History and especially British and Bristolian Nature and Geology. Among the exhibits are plenty of dinosaur fossils, an incredible collection of taxidermy animals of Britain, and an equally complete global one, as well as an array of geological specimens and minerals.
Kenyte fragment from Mount Erebus (3,792m).
Skeleton of the giant Irish Elk (Megaloceros giganteus).
Among them is also a fragment of Kenyte collected by R.E. Priestley during either the Nimrod Expedition (1907-09) or the Terra Nova Expedition (1910-13) on Mount Erebus (3,792m) in Antarctica. This igneous rock type can be found only there and on Mount Kenya (5,199m) in Africa, and helped support the then fringe theory of Pangea until its popular acceptance in the 1960s. Furthermore, there were also some cultural exhibits, including a well appointed Egyptian wing, a Mesopotamian carved wall, and a Romani Caravan. We saw everything in just over 1 hour and certainly recommend visiting what is one of the UKs best free museums!
Raymond Priestley was a member of the six-man shore party of the Terra Nova which got trapped on Inexpressible Land for 7 months during Austral Winter, only equipped with 8 weeks of supplies. After surviving in a 12x9ft snow-cave, they self-rescued by walking 5 weeks back to Cape Evans to then learn about the death of Scott and the polar party.
Walking for Cider
With the museum soon slated to close for the day we left in search for something to conclude our day with. Feeling somewhat tired and undecided for dinner, we took some time to walk through the city. From the museum we headed S to the river-front following Park Street down to Broad Quay, then continued along the busy, and colorful quay as the sunset lit the sky above. We made our way across at Princess Wharf, — by MV Balmoral — and then walked along Merchant Quay to Phoenix Wharf, a stretch of Bristol with a distinctively Dutch vibe to it. Passing by the The Ostritch (4.3 ⭐, +1,500) we were dismayed to not have stopped for a drink, so when passing by the Redcliffe Caves, we turned back into the town center in search of a pint of cider.
The MV Balmoral from Prince Street Bridge.
Crossing the Redcliffe Bascule Bridge.
Luckily for us a few minutes brought us back near Queen Square, and following the spooky Welsh Back, we made it to the arrangement of pubs crowding the river near Kings Street. Among them were some river-boat pubs, and after passing by a few — noticing the beware seagulls signs — we opted to sit at The Apple (4.5 ⭐, +1,500). We both got a half pint of cider each, and I went for their house strong brew the “Old Bristolian” with 8.40% ADV! While the boat itself was quite cozy, it being crowded forced us to enjoy our drinks out on the quay tables instead.
The Redcliffe Caves were excavated between the 17th and 19th century out of Triassic Red Sandstone for use in glassmaking and pottery. Evidence does not support claims of their use for the slave trade, instead they were used for storage of imported goods and later to house prisoners of the Napoleonic Wars.
After finishing our drink we walked around over Bristol Bridge and then followed Victoria Street to Castle Gate for about 20 minutes, reaching the train station at 17:30 and just 15 short minutes before the next train to Newport.
Day 6: Cwmbran
On the sixth day of our trip, we planned for a semi rest-day given that we had three busy days of daily travel leading up to it. After a relaxed morning at home, Nieve and I joined her sisters for the short drive to the towns of Cwmbran and Pontypool, where we would meet their mom. As for myself, I would take advantage of our visit to hitch a ride to the nearby Mynnyd Twyn-glas (472m) [P-253] which I aimed to summit before rejoining the group for dinner.
Mynnyd Twyn-glas (472m)
After some preparation discussions, Gwyn readied Rosie the dog and grabbed his car keys. While expecting a ‘town walk’ on account of Nieve’s description of my route, he was surprised to learn we would be heading up the nearby peak. Nonetheless he was happy to join and we made quick work of this perfect rest-day route in foggy conditions.
Day 7: Cardiff
On the seventh day (22 December 2025) we planned to visit the city of Cardiff, which both of us enjoy. Our main objective for the day would be to finish up the Christmas shopping for everyone who is both in Wales — Nieve’s family — and in Greece — my family. Expecting good weather for the day we took the bus into Newport center and by 11:30 were walking down the sun-lit streets of the city to the train-station. By 12:00 we were in Cardiff.
Christmas Shopping
Although a Monday, Christmas was well on the way and Cardiff was exceptionally busy. That being said, the unusual sunshine kept us motivated to finish our errands as fast as possible. After arriving we walked down Saint Mary Street into the High Street and then as we ticked off stores, took a right down Queen Street. Continuing our shopping, we made our way into the Queens Arcade to make our final purchases. With all our trinkets in tow, and hoping our friends and family would like them, we left the busy shopping district and by 14:00 made our way into Bute Park.
Bute Park
Nieve was admittedly a bit tired and so we took a slow pace on our walk through the park. The reduced crowds and the peace of Bute Park were very welcome after a couple hours of rushing around, and we walked upriver, heading towards our favorite pub near Sophia Gardens. Bute Park was decorated and organized for Christmas events and so we rushed past the installations reaching the small cafe at Stuttgart Gardens.
A Eurasian Moorhen among the reeds at Bute Park.
The river Taff flowing by the Stuttgart Gardens.
As the darkness of the afternoon began to arrive, we relaxed on the riverside, taking some time to do some birdwatching. Having already seen a Eurasian Moorhen and a Mallard at the start of our walk, we were pleasantly surprised to run into a pair of curious water-fowl from the Millennium Bridge. After a few minutes of investigation we concluded that they were a pair (male & female) of Common Mergansers! Rather happy with our spots for the day, we walked the 5 minutes from the bridge to Brewhouse & Kitchen Pub (4.2 ⭐, 1,400+), where we enjoyed a pint.
The Cardiff Castle Clock Tower at dusk.
Walking through the Christmas Market.
By 17:00 we were back at the train-station after a walk through the Christmas markets, and we were soon on our way home again — and I was looking forward to more hiking.
Day 8: Abergavenny
On our eighth day, a Tuesday, Nieve helped me plan a mid-day strike mission to the town of Abergavenny, where I would once again be joined by Gwyn, and would attempt the renowned Sugar Loaf (596m) [P-411]. In contrast to Mynnyd Twyn-glas (472m) a couple of days earlier, there would be no rush for us since Nieve and her mom were looking forward to spending some time in the town.
Leaving Newport around 11:00, we drove the lovely A-roads leading into the Usk Valley, which offered very traditional British vistas under the December cloud cover. Successfully battling the mid-day traffic in the center of Abergavenny we reached the start of the lanes for the trailhead at around 12:00.
Sugar Loaf (596m)
Although overcast, conditions remained stable throughout the day enabling us to enjoy a low visibility hike on the beautiful ridge and summit of the Sugar Loaf (596m). Rosie the dog truly enjoyed the outing and was very curious about all the different animals we met on the route. Read more about our short but sweet hike up the Sugar Loaf (596m) in the Trip Report below.
Newport
After our hike we were driven back to central Newport where we sought to finish our Christmas shopping — after all the following day would be Christmas Eve! As the sun retiered over the port city of Newport, so did we, and were back home not long after 17:00.
Newport high-street at dusk.
Day 9: Wentwood
Christmas Eve 2025 marked what would be our last free travel day with little to no holiday obligations. In that vain, I looked to complete one of my most prized objectives in the region, the small and unknown peak of Wentwood (309m) [P-243], just between Newport and Chepstow. With it situated so close to the city, it also meant I would be able to solo and eco-point the ascent; which I find to be my favorite type of ascent. As 6:30am rolled around, it was go-time!
Waiting for the bus in Newport.
All alone in Parc-Seymour at around 07:00.
Wentwood (309m)
Starting such a day in the dark and frigid streets of Newport was a true exercise in love of the game. The minutes ticked endlessly by as I waited for the bus, after nearly 20 minutes it finally arrived, I no more than £2 and sat down. After some 20 minutes, we reached Parc-Seymour. I would enter the incredible Ancient Woodland of Gwent Wood in gloomy overcast conditions only to be welcomed by the sun and major views on the return from the summit. Learn about this incredibly picturesque forest route on the Trip Report below.
Day 10: Merry Christmas
🎄 Merry Christmas! I spent mine enjoying time with Nieves’ extended family in Newport. After exchanging presents, we dug into a scrumptious dinner of a variety roast, including Lamb(!), and enjoyed a relaxing and restful day at home.
A Welsh dragon school-zone sign!
Looking towards Twmbarlwm (419m), right, and Mynydd Machen (362m), left.
Day 11: Boxing Day
Our trip’s penultimate day, Boxing Day, would also be a relaxed one at home as Nieve started to show signs of a growing cold. I felt alright but due to social responsibilities, as well as my overall want for some rest, it meant that any hiking was out of the question. After chilling at home for most of the day, we drove nearby to St. Julians for a family hang-out. As the sun set on our drive, we saw a Welsh Air Ambulance Airbus helicopter land in Beechwood Park (insane!) and then the beautiful round summit of Mynydd Machen (362m) against the orange sky. Later in the evening we enjoyed a great Indian dinner at the Kalkata (4.9⭐, 196) before heading back home to get our packing done and make sure we got a good rest before flying out on the next day.
Welsh Air Ambulance helicopter in Beechwood Park.
Mynydd Machen (362m) during sunset from Newport.
Day 12: Back to Athens
The next morning, we left Newport before 12:00, and in the standstill traffic heading towards Bristol, we barely made it to the airport in time to check-in our luggage. Seemingly we had come full circle, although this time we had a mere 5, instead of 15 minutes until baggage check-in closed. Still we made it. By 14:00 we were waiting at the gate, and not long after we were in the air. Nieve progressively began feeling worse as the flu took a hold of her, but at least she managed to sleep on the plane. We touched down in Athens at 20:00, and after waiting for our passport checks, and dealing with the false promises of my Dad, we caught a cab to take us home. Nearly 2 weeks in Wales came to a close, and soon the same could be said for 2025!
Logistics
We stayed in Wales for a total of 11 nights, spending 10 of those Nieves’ family home in Newport. All our journeys were thus, centered around the city of Newport. We made ample use of public transport, mainly trains and buses, to visit Brecon, Bristol, and Cardiff. We also made two trips using a car, to Cwmbran and Abergavenny. Additionally, I travelled to Wentwood (309m) entirely by bus on the inbound journey, with no last-mile issues. In a couple of cases we did use a car as a last mile solution when leaving or returning, mainly to the train station, and usually due to the cost — £5 for 2 people over a 10 minute route. Besides the family house, we also spent 1 night at a hostel, the YHA in the Brecon Beacons. Since the house cannot be rated — although the food was amazing — we will only discuss the hostel.
YHA Brecon Beacons
Situated within the Tarell Valley at an elevation of 300m the YHA Brecon Beacons offers an exceptional proposition for hikers looking to tackle the high peaks. Set on the premises of a historic farm and among tress and running water, the hostel can be reached using the T4 bus route to/from Brecon. It also offers all the trappings of a good hostel, such a cozy common area, a large mess hall and equally impressive kitchens, as well as a great outdoor sitting area. Visitors can also opt for any level of catering from none, to both breakfast and dinner, or could optionally enjoy a pint on the premises since the hostel holds a liquor license!
We booked a large four bed ensuite room — since the doubles were booked — which was more akin to a university dorm in look and feel. That being said, it was clean and warm, with a large comfortable bed. Since we had a four bed room we benefited with having two pillows each. The room has the bare necessities, but no towels, and while Nieve was initially worried about staying in a “hostel” — for some of us this is more like a 5* hotel — she quickly came to love this one. Our only gripe was that since we were far from reception there was no Wi-Fi and mobile signal is generally poor. Of note is also the ‘hall’ space outside the room which was great for changing out of my soaking gear after the Pen Y Fan (886m) hike. Although we highly recommend staying here, variable pricing can make it very poor value during popular periods, we paid around £50 for our room, plus £9.99 each for a Full English, which we consider to be good to great value.
List of Relevant Peaks
This is a list of peaks related to this Trip Report in some way. Usually they will be either mentioned explicitly or in a photo. In some cases they may have just been visible in the vicinity but were not worthy of in-context mention. When a peak is denoted with a check then it means I that I have made a successful ascent of that peak.