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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-01-01b">2024-07-29</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Sam Tittensor</u>,Ellie D,Becka,Chris H,Jono,</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Sam Tittensor</u>,Jono,Chris H,Becka,Ellie D,</div>
<div class="triptitle">Balkonhoehle - Happy Campers (eventually!)</div>
After 2 very hot trips ferrying kit up the plateau, a late start, and a great deal of faff, motivation to get underground was low.
The prospect of a 3 night camp as my first expo caving trip was quite daunting, and seeing Nat's team emerge from a similar trip didn't do much to allay those fears!
This resulted in a (very necessary!) talking-to from the drill sergeant (Becka), before we bucked our ideas up, and kit was assembled for inspection on the rocks at top camp and packed into bags.
The prospect of a 3 night camp as my first expo caving trip was quite daunting, and at the top of the entrance pitch we waited as Nat's team emerged one by one, filthy and exhausted from a similar trip, which didn't do much to allay my fears!
We eventually headed underground around 21:00 on the 29th July, steadily making our way to camp whilst trying to commit the route to memory, making it to bed around 02:00, not thrilled by the impending alarm.
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Upon waking, the inevitable morning faff ensued, accompanied by the perpetual roar of the gas stove. Bags packed & plans made, we left camp just before 11:00 on the 30th.
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We split into 2 teams, with Chris & Jono going to bolt a pitch near camp, and Ellie, Becka & myself heading for Tartarus, where the previous team had stashed the second drill, along with the promise of draughting leads.
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Making good time through Northern Powerhouse & Medusa's Maze, we arrived at an unnamed 4 way junction, where Becka said "There's some QMBs around here, maybe we should take a look in case we don't fancy the Tartarus leads"
It turned out we were in the wrong place, so after a bit of a mooch about, we continued down the passage, passing through the bottom of a big chamber and down a short handline to a very different passage type, interconnected parallel ramps with a Swiss Cheesy nature.
It turned out we were in the wrong place, so after a bit of a mooch about, we continued down the passage, passing through the bottom of a big chamber and down a short handline to a very different passage type, interconnected parallel ramps with a Swiss-Cheesy nature.
This was the location of the leads Becka had mentioned, and she & Ellie soon disappeared up a rift to the North to investigate a QMB.
Whilst stood at this junction, I noticed some definite air movement, which was quickly attributed to an upwards ramp with a distinctive 'frog spawn' texture to the floor.
We followed the ramp, reaching a slippery step over an intersecting rift, with a climb down marked as a QMB on the left, and the ramp still continuing in front of us with a QMA marked at the end.
The far side of a second, more precarious stepover brought the exciting sight of untrodden mud, at the foot of a large boulder choke with the draught still beckoning.
We followed the ramp, reaching a slippery step over an intersecting rift, with a climb down marked as a QMA on the left, and the ramp still continuing in front of us with a QMA marked at the top.
The far side of a second, more precarious step-over brought the exciting sight of untrodden mud, at the foot of a large boulder choke with the draught still beckoning.
A careful shimmy to the edge and & bridge across put me in uncharted territory, and after ducking under an arch I was in much bigger passage, 2 huge blocks looming over me blocking the way on, with an enticing black void above.
This presented an obvious barrier to further exploration, but after the echo coming back from a couple of shouts it was immediately clear we needed to investigate further.
I wriggled around under the choke for a while, finding a chimney narrow enough to bridge across, which I thrutched my way up, gaining the top of the first large block.
The further into the chamber I got, the bigger it seemed to grow (along with my excitement), whilst Becka & Ellie watched proceedings somewhat apprehensively from the floor below.
A second, much safer climb onto another jammed boulder entered the chamber properly, where I began to take in the scale of the place, trying (failing) to light it up, and bouncing echos off the walls.
I returned to the deck completely buzzing, trying to communicate what I'd just seen, and insisting we must return with a drill & rope asap!
This meant somewhat reluctantly slogging off to Tartarus.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 68.0 hours</div>
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