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@ -186,15 +185,15 @@ get underground pronto.</p>
having already carted down all the camping gear in a previous trip
(see <b>Djuke, Jess</b>, <b>Kathryn</b> trip on 21 July), we still
had two tackle bags full of food, rope and other fun heavy stuff
each. Going down <i>Gaffa’d</i> and the rest of the pitch series,
Gardener’s World, Chalk &amp; Cheese reminded me of just how much
each. Going down <i>Gaffa'd</i> and the rest of the pitch series,
Gardener's World, Chalk &amp; Cheese reminded me of just how much
prussiking up there would be in a few days time and how pleased I was
not to be doing it on a daily basis. We lugged the gear into <i>Dead
Good Bat Chamber</i> and while <b>Jess</b> and <b>Nial</b> proceeded
to calibrate survey gear and set up camp, I went along to our
prospective hole, now known as “<i>That Stupid Hole</i>”
(courtesy of Kathryn who originally referred to it as “That silly
hole”).</p>
prospective hole, now known as &ldquo;<i>That Stupid Hole</i>&rdquo;
(courtesy of Kathryn who originally referred to it as &ldquo;That silly
hole&rdquo;).</p>
<p>A few
slings on naturals got us down the first 15 meters or so of a steeply
@ -207,15 +206,15 @@ head and remembered how enjoyable this was–keeping you warm and
filling your nose with lime. As we continued a further 20 meters
down, landing on a small ledge, a dark cavernous rift continued below
and we realised we had found yet another pitch series. Having only
hand-bolting kits we didn’t get much further before we were due to
hand-bolting kits we didn't get much further before we were due to
turn in for the night (it was approx. 7 pm)</p>
<p>Our first
night at <i>Butlins</i> <i>Holiday Camp </i>(aka “<i>Dead Good Bat
Chamber”) </i>was warm, surprisingly so, it was also much drier
night at <i>Butlins</i> <i>Holiday Camp </i>(aka &ldquo;<i>Dead Good Bat
Chamber&rdquo;) </i>was warm, surprisingly so, it was also much drier
than top camp (there was no snow, no rain – also no sunshine, but
hey that’s life). I rolled around for a bit in a thermals, a
(clean) furry, a fleece liner and Tony’s buffalo bag, but drifted
hey that's life). I rolled around for a bit in a thermals, a
(clean) furry, a fleece liner and Tony's buffalo bag, but drifted
in and out of sleep fairly well. We were rudely awoken at 5 am by the
nightshift who made themselves dinner and us breakfast and a hot
drink. They looked <i>very</i> ready for bed (note: for those doing
@ -231,18 +230,18 @@ series. Having had a drill, they had dropped it another series of
pitches, but had to eventually turn around being too cold surveying
(they re-rigged <i>Chalk &amp; Cheese Pitch</i> to get warm). As they
crawled into the tent, warm sleeping bags awaiting them and taunting
us, Kathryn we ‘kill’ that silly hole and so we set-off once
us, Kathryn we ‘kill' that silly hole and so we set-off once
again. They had been right. It did get increasingly wet and a few
more handbolts down we decided that the rest of the pitch should be
named <i>Goretex is a lie</i> – because it is— Eventually the
stream disappeared into a thin rift (QM-d at best, probably nothing)
while a mud choked hole on the left told us it was time to go back up
having indeed ‘killed’ this lead. I offered to de-rig. It seemed
having indeed ‘killed' this lead. I offered to de-rig. It seemed
like a good idea, until I realised the other group had taken one of
the tackle sacks, which left one tackle-sack to put 200 meters of 9mm
in to prussic out with. Splendid. I was knackered towards the end and
<b>Jess </b>really appreciated it when I gave the bag to her for the
top section J I can’t remember where we went then. I think it was
top section J I can't remember where we went then. I think it was
the <i>Wares</i>. We only had time to rig into it a little bit before
magically it was once again bed time.</p>
@ -253,38 +252,38 @@ sleeping bags. <b>Nial </b>and <b>I </b>apparently curled up next to
<b>Jess</b> who was left immobile until kicking Nial in the head (at
which point he moved). I think she was dreaming it all up really…
Our last cycle started, wet wetsocks, damp caving gear and a distinct
itchy feeling, especially on my chin which felt like I’d just been
itchy feeling, especially on my chin which felt like I'd just been
kissing a guy with stubble for the last 3 days (in reality it was a
helmet strap rubbing against my chin with added lime dust/dirt/mud
and moist air). Anyway, as you can probably tell, I was dreaming of a
warm shower at this point and something to untangle the rat’s nest
warm shower at this point and something to untangle the rat's nest
that was my hair.
</p>
<p>As the
nightshift had killed off the <i>Wares</i> QMc’s bar two vertical
nightshift had killed off the <i>Wares</i> QMc's bar two vertical
leads, <b>Nial </b>decided to introduce Jess and I to the wonderful
world that is the <i>Convenience</i> <i>Series</i>. He seems to love
it; I think it’s a bit gnarly and squeezy, I preferred the <i>Wares.</i>
But I digress…In Nial’s defence, he didn’t make us follow him
it; I think it's a bit gnarly and squeezy, I preferred the <i>Wares.</i>
But I digress…In Nial's defence, he didn't make us follow him
down the wet / tedious pit to check out the even wetter QMc in a 6
inch deep puddle (--- fill in name I’ve
inch deep puddle (--- fill in name I've
forgotten of this area---). While it sounded like Nial was
swimming/drowning in a Yorkshire stream way, Jess and I sat at the
top trying not to freeze discussing what we’d do with Nial should
top trying not to freeze discussing what we'd do with Nial should
we drown. It was innocent Black Adderesque humour really. Needless to
say, that lead crapped out too L Thus, on we went to <i>Channel Five</i>
where <b>Nial</b> and <b>I</b> (re-)bolted an incredibly dodgy, loose
pitch; one of those where you can’t tread without sending rocks
hurtling down. Depressingly, we didn’t even get time to survey as
pitch; one of those where you can't tread without sending rocks
hurtling down. Depressingly, we didn't even get time to survey as
it was about time to head out if we wanted to walk down the hill that
same night.
</p>
<p>Maybe it
was because I’d been underground for several days, maybe it was the
was because I'd been underground for several days, maybe it was the
200 m of 9mm I dragged up the previous day, or maybe it was because I
managed to get the donkey’s dick of the drill bag caught in my foot
managed to get the donkey's dick of the drill bag caught in my foot
jammer on the very first pitch back up to the surface (<i>Chalk &amp;
Cheese)</i> –hence, left swinging around trying to tug it loose,
like one of those annoying zips on a cheap sleeping bag—but in any
@ -292,12 +291,12 @@ case I have never been that slow prussiking out. Nial kindly offered
/ pleaded to take the drill bag, but NO way was I going to give in,
never. Selfish? Foolish? Stubborn? All of the above, yes probably,
but my fight with the drill bag had become a personal battle of
strength and will. I won. But didn’t get out until 8 pm or so. But
strength and will. I won. But didn't get out until 8 pm or so. But
at least it was SUNNY J J J on the surface. We had a relaxing dinner
on the rocks. Went to bed. Heard the nightshift coming back around 3
or 4 am and walked back down the next day. All round, a superb first
camping trip. (Climbing Trisselwand with Jess the next day didn’t
happen – we drank instead. It didn’t happen the next day either,
camping trip. (Climbing Trisselwand with Jess the next day didn't
happen – we drank instead. It didn't happen the next day either,
it rained, but more on that later).</p>
<p>
<i>Note to self: </i>you write way too much when you
@ -311,18 +310,18 @@ type&hellip;</p>
<p>It was
raining at 4.45am, which meant that Trisselwand was going to be wet
and Jess and I wouldn’t be going up. Rubbish. Having already sat
and Jess and I wouldn't be going up. Rubbish. Having already sat
still on Wednesday, I decided I wanted to go and do something active.
Weather was very overcast and looked like rain, but hey, what’s a
Weather was very overcast and looked like rain, but hey, what's a
girl to do?!
</p>
<p>I settled
on a Klettersteig on a side of the Dachstein Expo doesn’t often
on a Klettersteig on a side of the Dachstein Expo doesn't often
visit and I can thoroughly recommend it. Coming in at the same grade
as the Loser Via Ferrata (not yet in guide book as it’s too new –
but I’ve checked the Loser grade in the new version in the
as the Loser Via Ferrata (not yet in guide book as it's too new –
but I've checked the Loser grade in the new version in the
bookshop), it is about a 40 minute drive (towards Bad Goisern and
then Gosau) if you don’t get stuck behind a string of caravans. It
then Gosau) if you don't get stuck behind a string of caravans. It
has the advantage that apart from the via ferrata, all the height
gain is via a cable car (<i>Gosaukammbahn</i>) where a return costs
&euro;12 – the last car goes down at 17.20 in the summer. It also has
@ -342,20 +341,20 @@ which is at times less steep than the muddy / slippery path of doom
on the way upto Top Camp. Note however, that this is a fairly
prolonged via ferrata which would take longer in the wet. It was
incredibly cloudy / overcast when I did it, but I was still in shorts
and a T-shirt for most of the way. Bring plenty of water if it’s
sunny. As with all via ferrata’s, avoid if risk of thunder (or be
and a T-shirt for most of the way. Bring plenty of water if it's
sunny. As with all via ferrata's, avoid if risk of thunder (or be
walking down by then).</p>
<p>Anyway,
there was I, starting out just above the cable station at the
designated Hutte from which the path to the klettersteig goes and a
random Polish bloke comes up to me and says, &quot;You must be an
experienced mountaineer, you walk fast&quot;. Well, no actually, it
looks like it’ll be pissing it down any minute and the cloud is
coming in and I’m sorta hoping there’s not going to be a
looks like it'll be pissing it down any minute and the cloud is
coming in and I'm sorta hoping there's not going to be a
thunderstorm. His backpack and helmet shiny, with an axe to boot, I
eyed the Polish man somewhat warily. People on the hills with shiny
gear are either very good and well off that they can get new stuff,
or they’ve just started doing it. On the other hand I was also by
or they've just started doing it. On the other hand I was also by
myself (not something I generally do) and he seemed to have done some
routes in the Dolomites. Anyway, a climb up to the start of the Via
Ferrata with my newfound friend put my harness on --- shit --- helmet
@ -371,14 +370,14 @@ There are plenty of wider, path-like sections en-route to sit and
have lunch and admire the superb view (which I got only
occasionally). As we moved up and my well-geared up friend fed me
energy drinks and chocolate (I think my one piece of flapjack and
slice of bread with Nutella didn’t look like ‘proper’ mountain
slice of bread with Nutella didn't look like ‘proper' mountain
food). There is a nice balance of exposure with sections which are
more scrambly and places where you can have a choc bar and take in
the view.
</p>
<p><b>Route
finding</b> is easy BUT – about &frac34; of the way along a big green
arrow points left (it says &quot;Links&quot;) FOLLOW it – don’t be
arrow points left (it says &quot;Links&quot;) FOLLOW it – don't be
tempted by the shoddy wire that appears to go straight up on your
right – the latter is an old section of Via Ferrata that has been
dismantled after the locals apparently complained about it ruining
@ -386,37 +385,37 @@ their view from the valley. The main route contours round over some
awkward tree roots—which have become exposed and now hang above the
limestone where the soil has become completely eroded—and
ultimately comes to a col. Moving left the final and steepest stage
of the via ferrata, the “Grober Donnerkogel”, now awaits. It
of the via ferrata, the &ldquo;Grober Donnerkogel&rdquo;, now awaits. It
looks very imposing, but is in no way technically challenging.</p>
<p>To my
sheer amazement, as I climbed the last steep section high on the Chai
tea that my Polish friend insisted I drink. By this point I’d
tea that my Polish friend insisted I drink. By this point I'd
decided this chap was fully competent, if over-geared for the trip in
question and while he chattered away happily in broken English about
how his brother should have been on his expedition with him, but he’d
how his brother should have been on his expedition with him, but he'd
not communicated this with his wife etc etc, I noted to my surprise
that the sky was clearing. As I reached the top, two old codgers who
had laughed at me on the way down when I’d gone back for my helmet,
had laughed at me on the way down when I'd gone back for my helmet,
were sitting at the massive cross. They waved and my Polish friend
took out the biggest camera lens I’d ever seen and started snapping
took out the biggest camera lens I'd ever seen and started snapping
as we were &quot;blessed by God&quot; as all three of them put it at
different times, to have sun at the top. I don’t believe in God,
different times, to have sun at the top. I don't believe in God,
but the sun was fantastic and the atmosphere up there with the four
of us great.
</p>
<p>At some
point I started talking about Gosser, which led the two old codgers
(each just off the phone to their respective wives – mentioning
something about a Dutch lady they’d met) to ask whether I drank
something about a Dutch lady they'd met) to ask whether I drank
schnapps. &quot;Yes,&quot; I replied, &quot;but I try not to drink too much
before a long climb&quot;. Would I like some they asked I wasn’t going
to say ‘no’ J And thus it was that I found myself on the top of
before a long climb&quot;. Would I like some they asked I wasn't going
to say ‘no' J And thus it was that I found myself on the top of
the Grober Donnerkogel drinking schnapps and chai tea in the
sunshine. By now it was about 15.15 hr or so. We’d taken it pretty
sunshine. By now it was about 15.15 hr or so. We'd taken it pretty
easy and the guidebook time are about right, though you could do the
route notable faster if you’re rushing.</p>
route notable faster if you're rushing.</p>
<p>
An hour’s walk down or so found my Polish friend and I
An hour's walk down or so found my Polish friend and I
at the Hutte drinking a coffee (which he kindly bought for me for my
services as a guide, lol) and at 16.15 we picked the cable car back
down. A great day, despite the clag and a trip I would recommend to