From a46b9661ddf5c0b50c65dbbdae2369aad8849257 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Philip Sargent Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2025 14:07:46 +0100 Subject: [PATCH] Online edit of logbookentry 2025-07-11a --- years/2025/logbook.html | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/years/2025/logbook.html b/years/2025/logbook.html index efb595fa0..34fcd08e1 100755 --- a/years/2025/logbook.html +++ b/years/2025/logbook.html @@ -437,7 +437,7 @@ Joel reappeared, removed the last of the Petzl Pulses and derigged the rope. We
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Our third day up the mountain in Baltic conditions saw most people go to KH, leaving Hamish and myself the unenviable task of killing off more leads in the Valley of Death vicinity (west of Tunnocks). With our plan being to rendezvous with Shinwell for a lift down from the Loseralm at 5ish (this was changed several times through the day), we planned for a relatively short mission – namely exploring a lead a short distance into 204g, a Steinbruckenhöhle entrance a little way off the Balcony path. This proved to be more difficult than we had thought.

We soon discovered that both of our navigational facilities were leaving much to be required on this particular day – as Hamish gleefully reminded me about 15 times, “there’s no such thing as a shortcut to 204g”. After two hours of bunde bashing, climbing up and down limestone escarpments and generally suffering, we had not managed to get any closer than 100 metres to 204g despite attacking it from several directions. After a final valiant effort which was met with yet another sheer cliff of rock and bunde, we decided to cut our losses and try something else. The weather was predictably miserable – the wind had dropped a bit, but we were frequently assailed by heavy downpours of rain, sleet and hail and the temperature can’t have risen much above 4 degrees. After a sizeable cloud decided to snuggle onto the plateau, presumably for warmth, visibility dropped to around 20 metres and remained there until late afternoon. After extensive sampling, I can confirm that being repeatedly slapped in the face and balls by large truncheons of recalcitrant bunde does little to endear one to the joys of prospecting!