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<div class="timeug">T/U: 8.5 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-02b">2025-07-02</div>
<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-02a">2025-07-02</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Ella</u>, Alice</div>
<div class="triptitle">Balkonhohle - A Tackle with Bags</div>
After about 6 of us deciding to go up to the plateau on a probably needed rest day, a wobbly struggle up to top camp ensued. The aim for today was for Me and Alice to take down as much communal camping gear to the top of Mongal Rally as we could fit, while Joel, Jonty, Duck and Becka went to their newly found cave, Reflectorists.
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Following closely in the footsteps of Lara Hannah and Chris from the previous day, we made sure to get a tad lost on the way to Honeycomb pitch from the bottom of the entrance series. Alice's memory led us most of the way, apart from one sneeky left turn which missed, leading to a lot of fun snooping around incorrect passages and dumping bags in inconvenient places. After a very exited sighting of the promised three dead bats (which looked more like boney spiders), we were finally sure to be enroute.
The bags where left at the end of the tight crawl before Mongal Rally, and a good riddance to the extra weight and seamless ascent followed.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 6.0 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-02c">2025-07-02</div>
<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-02b">2025-07-02</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Jonty</u>, Becka, Buck, Joel</div>
<div class="triptitle">Reflectorist - Revisiting Reflectorist</div>
<p>Having the previous day decided he was definitely taking a rest day today, Jonty ascended the hill to explore Reflectorist with Buck, Joel and Becka. This was following a long day the previous day of Basecamp -> Homecoming -> Top Camp -> Basecamp, and a mildly sprained ankle. Jonty was then again personally victimised by the plateau, despite having consistently bowed to the plateau monster on passing. Sometimes the will of the plateau monster is indecipherable by lower minds. Fortunately, Doctor Alice Kirby was on hand to apply magic cream to the scrapes - a nice change for her as Jonty did not try to kick or spit on her (being neither a llama nor in danger of castration).
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<div class="timeug">T/U: 4.0 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-03a">2025-07-03</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-13a">2025-07-13</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Becka</u>, Joel</div>
<div class="triptitle">2025-js-04 - Gruffalo: Descent of Turbine Hall</div>
<div class="triptitle">Gruffalo 2025-js-04 - Descent of Turbine Hall</div>
With over 100m rope plus rigging gear between the 2 of us we staggered off via the Fishface path. En route we checked out two nearby holes that Joel and Hamish had previously found.
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Lucky Crowbar was at 33T 411074 5282956. Joel free-climbed down 5m to a snow plug with no way off horizontally. No Draught.
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2025-js-06 at 33T 411092 5282971 had a weak draught out. Joel descended 5m on Petzl Pulses to a boulder blockage over a p15. The boulders would need a crowbar or capping to pass.
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We then reached Gruffalo where I was *most* impressed by the absolutely arctic draught blasting out of it. Joel and Hamish had already had a trip to the top of the second pitch but Joel wanted to do some rerigging so I basked in the sun until that was done and I could start the survey. I'd failed to bring any nail varnish so Joel obligingly partly drilled holes to mark stations. He rigged our first 2 ropes and I went out to fetch the third and thaw out my hands. He rigged the second pitch beyond two unpleasant thrutches over wedged boulders then threw rocks at a massive icicle until it was felled to make the pitch a bit safer. He continued down, next to a huge ice floe. We finished our rope and hangers and the survey at the start of a catchy rift, 1m high x 0.5m wide with an absolute gale howling out. I headed out but, oh no, it was now raining. We waited until it stopped then I insisted on a different route back, following the easy, obvious, steadily ascending bunde-free cleft NNE for ~250m until it intersected the usual path SE up to the Tunnocks col (again, easy, bunde-free and steadily ascending) then back to Top Camp on the usual Balkon path
We then reached Gruffalo where I was *most* impressed by the absolutely arctic draught blasting out of it. Joel and Hamish had already had a trip to the top of the second pitch but Joel wanted to do some rerigging so I basked in the sun until that was done and I could start the survey. I'd failed to bring any nail varnish so Joel obligingly partly drilled holes to mark stations. He rigged our first 2 ropes and I went out to fetch the third and thaw out my hands. He rigged the second pitch beyond two unpleasant thrutches over wedged boulders then threw rocks at a massive icicle until it was felled to make the pitch a bit safer. He continued down, next to a huge ice floe. We finished our rope and hangers and the survey at the start of a catchy rift, 1m high x 0.5m wide with an absolute gale howling out. I headed out but, oh no, it was now raining. We waited until it stopped then I insisted on a different route back, following the easy, obvious, steadily ascending bunde-free cleft NNE for ~250m until it intersected the usual path SE up to the Tunnocks col (again, easy, bunde-free and steadily ascending) then back to Top Camp on the usual Balkon path.
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Rigging topo for first 3 pitches in Gruffalo
(as far as the rift below Turbine Hall)
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<div class="timeug">T/U: 5.0 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-14b">2025-07-14</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Lara</u>, Joel, Big Tom</div>
<div class="triptitle">Gruffalo - The Day of The Salamanders</div>
I led a merry dance across the Plateau with two newly arrived faces: Big Tom and Little Tom. You’d really think that by this point I’d know the route like the back of my hand, but somehow, mysteriously, I still take strange meanders. We arrived at Top Camp to an exclamation from big Tom and a gaping hole in the tarp – what could have possibly happened here? The answer can probably be found in another logbook entry, but involved tea lights, mild foolishness and some very genuine peril.
I led a merry dance across the Plateau with two newly arrived faces: Big Tom and Little Tom. You’d really think that by this point I’d know the route like the back of my hand, but somehow, mysteriously, I still take strange meanders. We arrived at Top Camp to an exclamation from big Tom and a gaping hole in the tarp – what could have possibly happened here? The answer can probably be found in another logbook entry, but involved tea lights, mild foolishness and some very genuine peril.
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After meeting a tired, smoked out Joel we had noodles and packed. The team was now: Joel, me, Big Tom and Frank and the objective of the day was pushing Gruffalo. Gruffalo had been the word on everyone’s tongue the night before: a new cave with a stonking draft and a pitch at the bottom from which rocks had been chucked a very long way.
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