diff --git a/years/2024/logbook.html b/years/2024/logbook.html index 5d75f0b4c..1dacf8720 100644 --- a/years/2024/logbook.html +++ b/years/2024/logbook.html @@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ maintain half a dozen parser functions. Sorry about all the crap that surrounds the image tags which has been imported along with the content when UK Caving blogs have been parsed. -Exported on 2024-08-06 19:08 using either the control panel webpage or when editing a logbook entry online +Exported on 2024-08-08 21:08 using either the control panel webpage or when editing a logbook entry online See troggle/code/views/other.py and core.models/logbooks.py writelogbook(year, filename) -->
@@ -483,7 +483,7 @@ Let's see if he gets a parking ticket as he sprints back down the hill...The data logger had been extracted from Traungold where it had been all winter. Minimum temp -4.9 C which then went up to 0.1 C and was very stable for months when it was presumably buried in snow. +The data logger had been extracted from Traungold where it had been all winter. Minimum temp -4.9 C which then went up to 0.1 C and was very stable for months when it was presumably buried in snow.
Created new folder as expofiles/datalogger/ where I have put the data, exported data (xls, txt) a .db3 file which was lurking and the 88MB Windows control software. There is also Apple s/w.
You can extract the PDF file without software by just plugging the device into a USB port, where it appears as a disc drive containing just the pdf. @@ -654,74 +654,6 @@ Tess arrived, and cooked the evening slop + rice (with Lara) for the canyoning [
A canyonning trip was suggested, and as I'd done it a couple of -times before and thus knew where it was, and what to look out for, it -was easy to blag my way on. We had this idea a bit later in the day -than was ideal, because Strubklamm is miles away (most of the way back -to Salzburg), but it also meant that I was able to collect Tess from -the station before buggering off like a very naughty husband. I had -brought my new wetsuit and was eager to find out if it made Strubklamm -into a much less cold-and-miserable experience than previous -attempts. I was also able to borrow a (kayaking) helmet and neoprene -booties from Julia, which, combined with some sandals and spare caving -gloves, was enough kit to canyon (as this one doesn't actually need a -harness if you can manage an 8m jump).
- -We were going to take my van and Charlotte's car but Tess wanted -the Van, and it's a long way to take two cars, so when PhilB appeared -we pounced on him and made him drive all 5 of us there (Charlote in -the boot). This was very kind as it's about 1hr40 mins each way, and -he doesn't even get to do the canyon. Having a driver avoids all the -shuttle-faff too, which is great, especialy as it turned out the -huttle-road was closed for works, so there was quite a long -drive-around which would have made us even later.
- -This was Isaac and Charlotte's 1st ever canyonning trip, and -Marie's 2nd (after the disastrously cold 'Haute Borne' in the -Ardeche), but we were a crack team of potholers with two harnesses -between us so what could possibly go wrong?
- -In fact the descent was very smooth with everyone having fun, at -least to start with. The water was quite a pleasant temperature, -although every inlet was much colder so we got a chilly bit every so -often as they came in. However it is longer than I remember and there -is a _lot_ of swimming, with a long section in the middle starting -with a canyon, and then a couple more long swims. Clearly the local -canyonning school uses it a lot so there were lots of in-situ ropes -for getting to good takeoffs and dealing with any slippery bits, or -just abseiling if you didn't like the bigger jumps. (Marie skipped the -biggest one).
- -Much jumping fun was had, with Charlotte of course taking to the -game with gusto, although neither of us was any good at keeping the -water out of our noses on impact, and I managed to bite my tongue on -one jump, which was dim. Everyone avoided broken ankles or being -impaled on trees, just some coughing and spluttering.
- -I hardly recognised any of the 2nd half as obviously my brain had -shut down with the chilly misery on the previous two attempts after -the 1st long swim. This time it was all rather lovely - it is a _very_ -pretty canyon. Marie found herself a bit short of stoke after the 1st -half, partly due to the baggy 2mm wetsuit and partly not having -evtirely recovered from the great chunder trip. 1.4km of canyonning -(with ~400m of swimming) over 3 hours feels like quite a long -way, and it was a relief to swim round a corner and finally see a -slackline being rigged and a footbridge with a beach which marks the -escape.
- -Phil was even there to rescue us, so that all worked out -nicely. Good trip, and it's a lot nicer with 5 than 10 but still takes -a solid 3 hours. We got back about 7pm.
- -On the trip back from Garlic, Isaac and I visited the shaft with actual vertical gear and some Petzl Pulses. While Isaac nipped down to Homecoming to find a drill bit, I scouted the rigging. The rock at the top was a bit funky due to frost etc. After a bit of beating, I identified places to set some pulses. Isaac returned with the drill and I quickly drilled a few holes and placed the pulses.
@@ -793,25 +725,12 @@ Isaac went to drop the drill and rope back at Garlic while I did a quick survey
-The tag for p2018-DM-04 is in the foreground, the tackle sack is near the beginning of the rift and the actual shaft is under the darker area after the tackle sack and before the Bunde. +The tag for p2018-dm-04 is in the foreground, the tackle sack is near the beginning of the rift and the actual shaft is under the darker area after the tackle sack and before the Bunde.
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- -We rigged the bottom of Hangmans and 125m of rope on Mongol Rally, putting in 3 bolts to improve things slightly.
- -@@ -966,7 +885,7 @@ We got out of the cave at midnight and Sieds walked to Garlic camp and I walked
@@ -984,7 +903,7 @@ After having de-rigged we had no thru-bolts to rig anything so we pushed a coupl
On the way back to camp we replaced the old (2012) rope from the Northern Powerhouse up-pitch and also surveyed a short side passage. I ran away to camp to make a start on dinner while the surveying was done. An inventory was taken and an early night was had.
-A very early morning and a relatively faff-less start was achieved. Mongol Rally was quickly started by Becka. I tried to make my life easier by abseiling out of the window on an Italian hitch with my jammers on the up rope. The plan failed when the carabiner failed to open, resulting in me having to untie the rope from the natural it was secured to in order to feed it through my carabinier to then try again. James was not impressed and made sure to hold onto the rope. Once this first obstacle was passed I was off, being chased by James and trying to keep up with Becka, which didn't happen. My pantin and croll weren't being helpful, making my life very unpleasant. Much suffering was gone through trying to exit, much to everyone else's entertainment. The exhaustion caught up at the bottom of the entrance series. Much flapjack was consumed, giving me a second wind. I exited to Becka telling me that we were behind schedule and cracking the whip. +A very early morning and a relatively faff-less start was achieved. Mongol Rally was quickly started by Becka. I tried to make my life easier by abseiling out of the window on an Italian hitch with my jammers on the up rope. The plan failed when the carabiner failed to open, resulting in me having to untie the rope from the natural it was secured to in order to feed it through my carabinier to then try again. James was not impressed and made sure to hold onto the rope. Once this first obstacle was passed I was off, being chased by James and trying to keep up with Becka, which didn't happen. My pantin and croll weren't being helpful, making my life very unpleasant. Much suffering was gone through trying to exit, much to everyone else's entertainment. The exhaustion caught up at the bottom of the entrance series. Much flapjack was consumed, giving me a second wind. I exited to Becka going telling me that we were behind schedule and cracking the whip.
I have Arrived