The trek up to St Michael's Mount
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If the tide's in, you'll want to take a ferry to save your clothes from getting wet and yourself from looking foolish by being the only ones swimming over. To get to the ferry, simply follow the stone path toward the big rock formation and you'll come out right here.
The tide schedules are easy to find, so we knew that by the time we were finished, we'd be able to walk back on the really cool stone causeway. We could see path start to appear from the top of the castle. By the time we'd finishing poking around the island for a few hours, the tide was completely out, following that ebb and flow thing that seems to run life. You reach the castle via old steep historic cobbled steps that are often worn and crumbling. Did I mention steep? No wheelchairs or crutches need apply, no whining allowed: this is history dammit, and if it takes a year off your heart and knees, so be it. 
The tide schedules are easy to find, so we knew that by the time we were finished, we'd be able to walk back on the really cool stone causeway. We could see path start to appear from the top of the castle. By the time we'd finishing poking around the island for a few hours, the tide was completely out, following that ebb and flow thing that seems to run life.
This is how high up the castle is. By the time we reach the top, the tide has mostly gone out and we can start to see the causeway.
You reach the castle via old steep historic cobbled steps that are often worn and crumbling. Did I mention steep? No wheelchairs or crutches need apply. No whining allowed. This is history dammit, and if it takes a year off your heart and knees, so be it. ​

​We join the countless before us to make the pilgrimage to the top—our cause less for religious purposes, more hellbent on pleasure seeking.
The story goes that eons ago there was a nasty giant that wreaked havoc on the unsuspecting souls
in the area, and that a boy named Jack did away with this giant by trapping him in this well. I for one
am having a hard time believing this because it sounds so suspiciously like another JackGiant tale.
Bob trudging up medieval pathways with backpack filled with water, raincoats, a thermos of tea,
and fresh scones. Just the essentials, don't you know.
I'm assuming this is a shortcut we pilgrims are not allowed to use.
Still not the top.
Still this far away.
More trudging up steep historic cobbled steps.
The landing just below the front door. Last chance to shoot at any marauding band of outlaws before wiping
your feet and presenting your bottle of wine. 
Almost there.
Stone handrail, as per OSHA.
This is how high up the castle is. By the time we reach the top, the tide has mostly gone out and we can start to see the causeway.
Finally, the front door. Whew.