Online edit of logbookentry 2025-07-14b

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 A song wrote at top camp and on the walk down the hill the next day (to the tune of The Misty Mountains, of course):
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 <em> Far over the Totes Gebirge cold 
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 To A-Leads deep, and flapjack old,
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 To find our long forgotten bolts.
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 The beds were roaring on the hights
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 The tarp was glowing in the night
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 Tea-lights like torches, blazed with light
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 Far over the Totes Gebirge deep
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 Four cavers smoked out of their sleep