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@ -295,9 +295,9 @@ Walked back to Bad Aussee. Had coffee having missed last bus.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-11c">2024-07-11</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>waite</u>,wook,charlotte,lara,</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>waite</u>,lara,charlotte,wook</div>
<div class="triptitle">homecoming - more naughty rope</div>
We rigged the entrance to Homecoming and rigged ropes down to the up pitch. ropes after this were left insitu. wookey dissapeared behind us to play with his new toy (Sap6) he measured some pitches as far as the 4 bolt traverse at the bottom of radagast. We found the pile of rope at the bottom of the uprope to Propane Nightmares.
We rigged the entrance to Homecoming and rigged ropes down to the up pitch. ropes after this were left insitu. Wookey disappeared behind us to play with his new toy (Sap6) he measured some pitches as far as the 4 bolt traverse at the bottom of radagast. We found the pile of rope at the bottom of the uprope to Propane Nightmares.
<p>
These ropes had been left in a diabolical, abhorrent and disgusting state. They were left vaguely piled around the passage with knots still tied and with tangled ends and random extra knots, twists and fucked bits. Lara spat on the knots to try and untie one of them. We spent an hour untangling, untying, unfucking and coiling ropes. The clean ones were left daisychained whilst the fucked ones were coiled. The longest 4 fucked ropes were dragged out without tackle sacks! grrrrrrrrrrrrr
@ -317,10 +317,56 @@ charlotte was the bull and this was the red rag!
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-11e">2024-07-11</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>,James Waite, Lara Bartleet, Charlotte Payne</div>
<div class="triptitle">Homecoming (359) - Rigging in</div>
<p>[Main write-up above - This is Wook's writeup of his somewhat separate trip]</p>
<p>Long walk over from Stone Bridge with all our gear, cairning and reflectoring on the way.</p>
<p>Dropped gear and went to look at Garlic cave (first visit for me) and grab some gear</p>.
<p>James rigged in, whilst the rest of us sat in the sunshine and got
changed slowly. So slowly in fact that he reappeared after about an
hour for the second bag of rope that no-one had delivered. Oops - we
are bad assistants.</p>
<p>The others headed down and I stayed at the back doing a rigging
resurvey, to get good rope lengths and an accurate rigging guide, as
the one we had was a bit vague. Spent a long time measuring both bolt
drops and rope lengths and knot types (and then later on the surface
measured how much rope various knot flavours use) in order to get
accurate lengths. This is quite tricky to do solo on longer pitches,
but my new SAP6 seemed to work, so that was good.</p>
<p>I had forgotten my main light batteries somehow so was on my Fenix
backup, and after a while I realised as I had no spare battery for the
Fenix and thus no light whatsoever if I had light or battery failure,
and was in a cave I'd never been in before with no real idea of where
to go, and I'd not seen anyone else for about 2hours, maybe I should
stop faffing about and catch up with the others. This is exactly the
sort of thing we tell people not to do in Austria :-)</p>
<p>Got a bit confused at an apparent dead-end before finding the
up-pitch rope, and soon enough was dropping a big pitch where I found
the others coming up, with a pressie in the form of a bagless dirty
rope to extract from the cave. Spent 40mins(!) undoing a knot in one
of the left ropes.</p>
<p>This cave seems notably devoid of floor after the first few
pitches. Out after a very civilised 4hrs, with a tedious slog back
to the Stone Bridge.</p>
<div class="timeug">T/U: 4 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-11d">2024-07-11</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Anthony</u>,Ruairidh,Sieds,</div>
<div class="triptitle">Balkon - Rigging</div>
Set off with the intention of rigging as far as Hangmans if time permitted. I felt a bit ropey, and this sensation did not subside once we started caving. Ruairidh attempted to fettle the entrance rig a bit, and we extended the existing handline on the approach to Natural Highs. At the pitch by Natural Highs I was still feeling nauseous, so elected to turn round. This was a good move as I was even slower than usual on the way out, finding myself sitting gazing into space for minutes on end at various points. Ruairidh and Sieds got as far as rigging the traverse to the head of Honeycomb before heading out.
<p>Set off with the intention of rigging as far as Hangmans if time permitted. I felt a bit ropey, and this sensation did not subside once we started caving. Ruairidh attempted to fettle the entrance rig a bit, and we extended the existing handline on the approach to Natural Highs. At the pitch by Natural Highs I was still feeling nauseous, so elected to turn round. This was a good move as I was even slower than usual on the way out, finding myself sitting gazing into space for minutes on end at various points. Ruairidh and Sieds got as far as rigging the traverse to the head of Honeycomb before heading out.
<p>
TU is a guess - two hours less for me
<div class="timeug">T/U: 6.0 hours</div>
@ -340,10 +386,10 @@ we walked to garlic from top and fettled the tarps and kit. then thunder, light
<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-12b">2024-07-12</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Becka</u>,RM,Marie,</div>
<div class="triptitle">Balkonhoehle - Rigging Honeycomb</div>
Zero stoke for this trip and a crack of 11am start saw us heading down with the 2 bags of rope to rig
<p>Zero stoke for this trip and a crack of 11am start saw us heading down with the 2 bags of rope to rig
Mongol Rally plus associated hardware and some kit to keep us warm, safe and happy. The 2024 rig of
the entrance pitch felt unfamiliar - below the first ledge, the next rebelay had me stood under a
drip on the right wall on a lower ledge with a tensioned traverse line that Anthony had rigged
drip on the right wall on a lower ledge with a tensioned traverse line that Anthony had rigged
yesterday, heading over to the Y-hang for the main, long hang. I removed the rebelay, ignored the
resultant mild rub (sorted later, no fear dear reader) and headed down.
@ -385,25 +431,29 @@ walk back to an empty Top Camp.
<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-12c">2024-07-12</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>waite</u>,lara,charlotte,</div>
<div class="triptitle">homecoming - silly james gets grumpy</div>
i left my pantin on the surface and then got my feet wet going into the A lead at heifer.
I left my pantin on the surface and then got my feet wet going into the A lead at heifer.
cue some grumpy rigging by myself and an early turnaround partway down strained by gravity.
on exit we had a a large traffic jam on wallace with people going down to second coming.
on exit we had a large traffic jam on wallace with people going down to second coming.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 7.0 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-13a">2024-07-13</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>pb</u>,Isaac,Jono,</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip Balister</u>,Jono,Isaac</div>
<div class="triptitle">Garlic - Dropped gear at garlic and setup meshtastic</div>
I set out to drop my gear at Garlic and setup some fixed nodes to test the meshtastic radios. We
dropped the first radio at the Col, up the slope to the left as use enter the plateau. It was
carefully hidden in a bunde. AT this point I set out for Garlic Cave while Jono and Isaac headed to
Stone Bridge. <p>As we walked along, Jono and I chatted back and forth confirming the radios worked
Stone Bridge.
<p>As we walked along, Jono and I chatted back and forth confirming the radios worked
on the plateau and had the range to be useful. Finally, I arrived at Garlic Cave and dropped a fixed
node above the cave and descended to look over the solar system. Meanwhile Jono setup a surface node
at Stone Bridge. From inside each location, we were able to chat back and forth. No more need to
leave the comfort of a sleeping bag to plan the day! <p>The Garlic solar system seems OK, pressing
leave the comfort of a sleeping bag to plan the day!
<p>The Garlic solar system seems OK, pressing
the green button enable the voltmeter and it showed about 14.5 volts.The USB A chargers are odd, the
1A ones seem to charge my phone, the 2.5A ones didn't. My cigarette adapter USB A charger worked OK,
but it felt a bit fiddly in the socket. At this point I headed for the Col, hoping to find the radio
@ -411,6 +461,7 @@ we thought James lost, since we saw it reporting a position on the Col-Garlic pa
James emerged from Homecoming and started chatting. We learned the radio was at homecoming and was
reporting its location wrong. A mystery for another day. I was at the Car park by around 2130 and
Jono and Isaac mode it back a little while later.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 0.0 hours</div>
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@ -419,7 +470,7 @@ Jono and Isaac mode it back a little while later.
<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-13b">2024-07-13</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Jacob C</u>,Wassil,Marie,</div>
<div class="triptitle">homecoming - Homechundering</div>
Wassil and I wandered over to top camp to meet Marie in the early hours of the Saturday morning. The weather was unassuming and I felt brimming with eagerness to get underground having spent one day too many days festering at base camp.
Wassil and I wandered over to top camp to meet Marie in the early hours of the Saturday morning. The weather was unassuming and I felt brimming with eagerness to get underground having spent too many days festering at base camp.
<p>
Having allocated half an hour at top camp we naturally faffed for an hour and a half before beginning the hopefully-not-too-painful walk to homecoming, bags heavily laden with rope, metalwork and caving gear galore.
<p>
@ -459,11 +510,11 @@ Jacob
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-14a">2024-07-14</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>ps</u>,Marie,Wookey,Jacob,</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Phil Sargent</u>,Jacob,Wookey,Marie</div>
<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Heute ist Domstag</div>
Delayed Onset Muscle Stiffness my walk up to StoneBridge a couple of days ago.
<p>
A bit of a disturbance last night as Marie was a bit ill after coming out of a cave and could not make the walk back to camp and had to bivvy on the plateau with Jacob. Wookey took her a sleeping bag.
<p>Delayed Onset Muscle Stiffness my walk up to StoneBridge a couple of days ago.
<p>A bit of a disturbance last night as Marie was a bit ill after coming out of a cave and could not make the walk back to camp and had to bivvy on the plateau with Jacob. Wookey took her (and Jacob) sleeping bags.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 0.0 hours</div>
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@ -472,20 +523,21 @@ A bit of a disturbance last night as Marie was a bit ill after coming out of a c
<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-14b">2024-07-14</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Jono</u>,balister,</div>
<div class="triptitle">basecamp - A stroll from afar</div>
Today, I got to sit on my seat, relaxing outside, munching on chips, and sipping a Gösser, while Balister hiked up the Tressensteinwarte to see if we could get a signal on our new Meshtastic systems.
<p>Today, I got to sit on my seat, relaxing outside, munching on chips, and sipping a Gösser, while Balister hiked up the Tressensteinwarte to see if we could get a signal on our new Meshtastic systems.
This is the first step to enabling me to run the expo from the Tatty Hut 24/7. This is truly "Ultimate Power."
<p>This is the first step to enabling me to run the expo from the Tatty Hut 24/7. This is truly "Ultimate Power."
Let's see if he gets a parking ticket as he sprints back down the hill...
<div class="timeug">T/U: 0.0 hours</div>
<p>Let's see if he gets a parking ticket as he sprints back down the hill...
<div class="timeug">T/U: 0.0 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-14c">2024-07-14</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>PS</u>,Isaac,RM,Marie,JL,Sieds,PB,JC,</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Phil Sargent</u>,JL,Marie,RM,Isaac,JC,PB,Sieds,</div>
<div class="triptitle">Basecamp - Who came down, and went up</div>
Jacob, Marie came down (Phil B got them?) and Marie went to bed in the attic.
<p>Jacob, Marie came down (Phil B got them?) and Marie went to bed in the attic.
<p>In the evening Phil B and Jono went up to play with radios and to find Isaac (who apparently had been taking more than 5 hours to get to Garlic with Sieds), Anthony & Ruairidh went up to stay at top camp. All in PB's car.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 0.0 hours</div>
@ -496,38 +548,118 @@ Jacob, Marie came down (Phil B got them?) and Marie went to bed in the attic.
<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-15a">2024-07-15</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Lara</u>,James W,Charlotte,Issac,</div>
<div class="triptitle">homecoming - Failed pushing but excellent sidequests</div>
We set off from Garlic Camp to homecoming vaguely early in the morning which was a very welcome change, 20 minutes downhill walking which was lovely as long as you didn't think about the walk back up. Isaac had joined our motley crew the night before and was <em>very</em> excited for a big trip (read: scared to be beasted by Charlotte and James).
<p>
While we were faffing at the entrance we ran into Wassil. The plan had been to use some of the rope we'd taken out of the cave from last year's leads and Wassil and co. had washed and brought back out the hill. Wassil told Charlotte they needed all the rope for second coming which put a bit of a dampener on the trip as we were pretty sure we didn't have enough to reach the watershed pushing front. Ah well, might as well get as far as we could.
<p> Nothing very eventful happened in the entrance series; I shat myself mildly less on the traverse at the bottom of Grommit that the two previous times (progress!) and rewarded myself with a piss in the streamway. It was to be the first of many.
<p>
We sadly continued on past the nice pile of rope and up the dodgy muddy rope that led to watershed. The best event in this section was that James refound my breaking-crab which I was extremely happy -and vaguely sentimental- about. James rebolted a scary corner traverse which made it 10% less scary. It went sandy crawl, sandy crawl, muddy crawl, muddy puddles interspersed with a few pitches till the top of Strained by Gravity.
<p> Here Isaac, Charlotte and I waited for James to rig what we haden't got to two days before. James made some strange grunts and groans which we elected to ignore. In the meantime Charlotte read another chapter of our bedtime story (Into Thin Air) and Isaac told us about the trials and tribulations of his job. We eventually got the all clear and descended to find James annoyed as the pitch lengths and rope lengths aligned unsatisfactorily and he'd had to turn back for several missed deviations. His mood was not improved by having missed a chapter of story-time.
<p> After another piss for bravery we continued to the many many metres of traverses. I was pleasantly surprised by how not scary it was, the mud was slippy but they weren't very exposed and sliding over on my knees eventually became fun.
<p>We set off from Garlic Camp to homecoming vaguely early in the morning which was a very welcome change, 20 minutes downhill walking which was lovely as long as you didn't think about the walk back up. Isaac had joined our motley crew the night before and was <em>very</em> excited for a big trip (read: scared to be beasted by Charlotte and James).
Many slidy sandy bits through flow-stone canyon led to the top of The Sound of Water which Isaac offered to re-bolt and rig. James and I took a group piss then cuddled to keep warm and made up verses to Hard Caver:
<p> <em> We rigged in Homecoming for many a day
<p> pirates stole our rope and for that they will pay
<p> we slid down traverses, got covered in sand
<p> then ran out of rope so the pushing got canned </em>
<p>While we were faffing at the entrance we ran into Wassil. The plan had been to use some of the rope we'd taken out of the cave from last year's leads and Wassil and co. had washed and brought back out the hill. Wassil told Charlotte they needed all the rope for second coming which put a bit of a dampener on the trip as we were pretty sure we didn't have enough to reach the watershed pushing front. Ah well, might as well get as far as we could.
<p>Nothing very eventful happened in the entrance series; I shat myself mildly less on the traverse at the bottom of Grommit that the two previous times (progress!) and rewarded myself with a piss in the streamway. It was to be the first of many.
<p>We sadly continued on past the nice pile of rope and up the dodgy muddy rope that led to watershed. The best event in this section was that James refound my breaking-crab which I was extremely happy -and vaguely sentimental- about. James rebolted a scary corner traverse which made it 10% less scary. It went sandy crawl, sandy crawl, muddy crawl, muddy puddles interspersed with a few pitches till the top of Strained by Gravity.
<p>Here Isaac, Charlotte and I waited for James to rig what we haden't got to two days before. James made some strange grunts and groans which we elected to ignore. In the meantime Charlotte read another chapter of our bedtime story (Into Thin Air) and Isaac told us about the trials and tribulations of his job. We eventually got the all clear and descended to find James annoyed as the pitch lengths and rope lengths aligned unsatisfactorily and he'd had to turn back for several missed deviations. His mood was not improved by having missed a chapter of story-time.
<p>After another piss for bravery we continued to the many many metres of traverses. I was pleasantly surprised by how not scary it was, the mud was slippy but they weren't very exposed and sliding over on my knees eventually became fun.
<p>Many slidy sandy bits through flow-stone canyon led to the top of The Sound of Water which Isaac offered to re-bolt and rig. James and I took a group piss then cuddled to keep warm and made up verses to Hard Caver:
<p> <em> We rigged in Homecoming for many a day<br/>
pirates stole our rope and for that they will pay<br/>
we slid down traverses, got covered in sand<br/>
then ran out of rope so the pushing got canned </em></p>
<p> At this point we decided to turn around. Isaac produced the first iconic quote of the day, not three metres into prussicing: 'I want to kill myself'. I took another piss (at this point questioning how much water i must have drunk) and we let him get a head start out the traverses. We spent a faffy time surverying a side lead (a traverse leading off flowstone canyon). James got sketched out after 4 or so points and we headed off.
<p>At this point we decided to turn around. Isaac produced the first iconic quote of the day, not three metres into prussicing: 'I want to kill myself'. I took another piss (at this point questioning how much water i must have drunk) and we let him get a head start out the traverses. We spent a faffy time surverying a side lead (a traverse leading off flowstone canyon). James got sketched out after 4 or so points and we headed off.
<p> I realised i still had my jacket and hat on half way up Strained by Gravity and nearly expired of heat. At the top we met up with Isaac, collected the brew kit and headed on to the top of Sump Bypass where we ate some moderately sandy noodles with a spanner. I took a piss to celebrate. Isaac really seemed like he needed them and produced iconic quote no. 2: 'I feel like fried chicken before it's fried; covered in mud then breaded in sand'.
<p>I realised i still had my jacket and hat on half way up Strained by Gravity and nearly expired of heat. At the top we met up with Isaac, collected the brew kit and headed on to the top of Sump Bypass where we ate some moderately sandy noodles with a spanner. I took a piss to celebrate. Isaac really seemed like he needed them and produced iconic quote no. 2: 'I feel like fried chicken before it's fried; covered in mud then breaded in sand'.
<p> Isaac and Charlotte headed out whilst James and I took a detour to survey Heifer. We had to drain a bit of a static sump and tried not to contemplate falling in. the actual aven through the wet bit was extremely cool and James excitedly took disto points while I stood on a rock and tried to keep up on book. It seemed like it went up 40 metres! We christened it Cow-Lick (as it was drippy) and as a few hours had now past we headed out. I had one final piss, by this point even James was concerned.
<p>Isaac and Charlotte headed out whilst James and I took a detour to survey Heifer. We had to drain a bit of a static sump and tried not to contemplate falling in. the actual aven through the wet bit was extremely cool and James excitedly took disto points while I stood on a rock and tried to keep up on book. It seemed like it went up 40 metres! We christened it Cow-Lick (as it was drippy) and as a few hours had now past we headed out. I had one final piss, by this point even James was concerned.
<p>The entrance series dragged on a bit, especially as James had to isolate a shagged section on Grommit and the Wallace rope was still 2013 (agh). By Radagast I was dreaming of Gosser, Chips and my book so the final pitch to the surface was very welcome.
the entrance series dragged on a bit, especially as James had to isolate a shagged section on Grommit and the Wallace rope was still 2013 (agh). By Radagast I was dreaming of Gosser, Chips and my book so the final pitch to the surface was very welcome.
<p> Outside Homecoming we met Charlotte and Issac who made one final iconic quote: 'being out of the cave feels better than loosing my virginity'. We headed back very tiredly to the sweet damp embrace of Garlic Camp. Great trip.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 12.5 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-15d">2024-07-15</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Wassil, Sieds</div>
<div class="triptitle">Homecoming (1626/359)- 2nd Coming rigging</div>
<p>Wassil was excited to finally make some progress on 2nd coming, so
we walked over to Homecoming from top camp with a nice new rope to
have a serious rigging attempt.</p>
<p>Met Charlotte's group at the entrance and had an awkward
conversation about rope as they were short, but we wanted to use what
we'd carried over to rig down so couldn't really spare any.</p>
<p>In fact on packing we realised that we could spare about 40m, but
the others had gone. Sent quick-change Sieds down to try and catch
them up but he was too late, so that didn't help in the end.</p>
<p>When I got to 2nd Coming I was _very_ impressed with the draft,
which is massive despite a very tall rift. Wassil and Sieds went off
to start rerigging down the pitches and I was left to tart up the
dodgy traverses, using my nice new Miwaukee M12 drill. I'd not
actually put a through-bolt in since China in 2014 so a quick refresh
was done to be sure I didn't screw it up. I now spent about 7 hours on
my own except for 2 visits from Sieds looking for more bolts and/or
nuts. The existing rigging was pretty shoddy with a few bits of cut
rope on traverse segments, but not much rhyme or reason about which
bits were rigged and which weren't. It was true that much of it didn't
exactly _need_ a rope, but as a trade route it really wasn't very safe
without one.</p>
<p>I started where the previous trip had left off after a couple of
bolts, soon noticing that there was a perfectly good floor about 6m
down so went to see why not just go that way. It was a bit narrow in
places and after about 80m you end up pushed back up to the traverse
level by rockfall, so maybe staying at the traverse level made sense,
although it seemed marginal. Initially I replaced the old 2012 rope
with some in-date stuff, but rapidly ran out of new rope and had to
put the old stuff back on the next section. Someone to discuss rigging
with would have been nice, as it was very hard to decide which bits
should have a rope and which didn't need one, but as it was just me I
did my best to make it not-shit. Did some gardening too.</p>
<p>Hours with no floor is a pain. I had to unchain a ~60m rope without
anywhere to put the loops except one wedged rock. Turns out it can be
done, by draping the rope carefully over your legs braced across the
rift and taking a lot of care not to get things tangled, but that was
another 40 mins gone.</p>
<p>Eventually the others returned, having run out of nuts, even the
ones scavenged from my rigging. I had put 11.5 bolts in (with a 4ah
battery) and it still wsn't quite dead, so that was good. Wassil told
me to put rope on the couple of sections I'd decided were easy enough
to remain unroped, so apparently I should have just done the whole lot
anyway.</p>
<p>I put one more hole in on the way out, near the top of Wallace,
just above the deviation, in order to get rid of the ridiculous offset
rebelay and epic return deviation, but that finally did finish off the
battery so I had to leave it as a job to be finished another time. 12
holes final score. Got out about midnight, and we still had that
bloody walk back to the Stone Bridge as Garlic was full of Charlotte's
team. It's 150m of height gain over the 2nd kilometre, plus another
35m of extra up-and-downing (according to my GPS), which is why it
feels like bloody hard work, especially carying all your gear at
2am. At least our improved reflectoring and cairning (and less cloud)
meant we didn't get lost this time.</p>
<p>A good trip, although it was a pity I didn't get to see more of the
route in the end, as I was now decamping to Balcony to help get that
rigged.</p>
<div class="timeug">T/U: 11.5 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-15b">2024-07-15</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>philips</u>,</div>
<div class="triptitle">Surface - Looking for entrances from the Oberwasseralm path</div>
I cycled up to the far end of Altaussee lake and walked up the path towards Hochklapfsattel (towards Wildensee) to have a good look at the side of the Loser massif below the Stoger Weg. [I am still looking for the entrance making the Howling Draft in the Futility Series in 115, which is 60m from the surface.]
<p>I cycled up to the far end of Altaussee lake and walked up the path towards Hochklapfsattel (towards Wildensee) to have a good look at the side of the Loser massif below the Stoger Weg. [I am still looking for the entrance making the Howling Draft in the Futility Series in 115, which is 60m from the surface.]
<p>
The cycle path along the south side of the lake is now stopped after half way, and bicycles have to trog up the hill and go along the track, which is
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@ -585,12 +717,13 @@ Anyway I parked the bike at the "No Cycling" notice at the bottom of the track u
<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-16a">2024-07-16</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,Waite,</div>
<div class="triptitle">basecamp - My pants</div>
Due to circumstances I would love to describe as 'out of my control', but alas cannot, I ended up wearing the same pair of underwear for a walk up to the plateau, for a night at garlic, down homecoming the next day, another night in garlic, and a walk back down to base camp. Unsurprisingly to some (and by "some" I here mean "everyone but student cavers") they ended up carrying a rather pungent odour into the following day. In the absence of someone inventing a way to send scents through the medium of text, I'll leave you with James Waite's thoughts on the smell as 'ohh that's rather like a strong camembert'.
<p>Due to circumstances I would love to describe as 'out of my control', but alas cannot, I ended up wearing the same pair of underwear for a walk up to the plateau, for a night at garlic, down homecoming the next day, another night in garlic, and a walk back down to base camp. Unsurprisingly to some (and by "some" I here mean "everyone but student cavers") they ended up carrying a rather pungent odour into the following day. In the absence of someone inventing a way to send scents through the medium of text, I'll leave you with James Waite's thoughts on the smell as 'ohh that's rather like a strong camembert'.
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Lessons learnt: 1) Bring spare underwear for a multi-day trip. 2) Find time to change underwear on said multi-day trip.
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Actions carried forward: Null.
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Isaac
<div class="timeug">T/U: 12.0 hours</div>
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