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@ -394,7 +394,7 @@ Tom joined Mike and Lydia, surveyed free attic frys and Urinal, found thgat Urin
<p>Luke was off-colour so George and I returned to the Hnagman and I rigged down the pitch then we surveyed it to a spacious ledge, from here the shaft continued (offset) but it looked damp and we were keener on the horizontal otions - a window visable part way down The Hangman's Pitch and, from the base, a climb up on the left and a traverse to the right to s vhossy climb.
<p>George went for the latter option, and got up via some shonky bolts, boulder balancing and clambering. The entered what we've called Hangman's daughter. I followed and we surveyed into what initially looked really unpromising: narrow, catchy, little passage.
<p>However, it took a draft. We surveyed a loop round (given that George had scooped it) then got to the only proper lead, a small pitchead topped with mostly nasty perched boulders. George heed kicked quite a few down leaving a small hole. We only had one hanger and I dithered about whether to use the massive flake as a backup but used it in the end. The ~15m pitch led to a small chamber. I climbed to the bottom where a ?c crappy hole led down and then -!!!-
<p>noticed a survey station! WHat the hell? I shouted to George who bombed down, forgetting to bring the Dostox so I had to go up the hideous rubby pitch to fetch it. After some searching, George found another station, 7, and we finished the survey. Then tried to work out where the survey had come from. Some shreds of an oversuit on a tiny tube 3m above the floor of the chamber gave it away. The draft through had coated it in catchy popcorn. We took our SRT kits and tried to crawl through, but George didn't want to commit to going headfirst (I told him I couldn't be able to fish him out). He couldn't get through feet first so we gave up and headed out, finishing off the survey of the traverse on the way. At the top section of the Hnagman's Pitch 1 realived the rope had got hooked over a hideously sharp flake of rock and crystal. I wailed at George and down [prossiked until I could un-weight the rope and he could free it. Argh.
<p>noticed a survey station! WHat the hell? I shouted to George who bombed down, forgetting to bring the Dostox so I had to go up the hideous rubby pitch to fetch it. After some searching, George found another station, 7, and we finished the survey. Then tried to work out where the survey had come from. Som2018-07-19e shreds of an oversuit on a tiny tube 3m above the floor of the chamber gave it away. The draft through had coated it in catchy popcorn. We took our SRT kits and tried to crawl through, but George didn't want to commit to going headfirst (I told him I couldn't be able to fish him out). He couldn't get through feet first so we gave up and headed out, finishing off the survey of the traverse on the way. At the top section of the Hnagman's Pitch 1 realived the rope had got hooked over a hideously sharp flake of rock and crystal. I wailed at George and down [prossiked until I could un-weight the rope and he could free it. Argh.
<div class="timeug">T/U 11 hours</div>
@ -736,7 +736,32 @@ as a less-than-successful short-cut.
<div class="trippeople"><u>Anthony</u>, Lydia, Phil W</div>
<div class="triptitle">Fischgesicht:Surveying near Ulysses</div>
<h2>**** TO BE TYPED IN ****</h2>
<p>An opportunity presented itself to visit the "other" new cave
and - despite feeling a bit broken - I opted to give it a go. This proved to
be a good decision.: Fischgesicht is one of the more pleasant caves
I hve been to in Austria.
The rig is mostly excellent: high bolts and tight traverse lines prevail.
I would have beemn inclined to stick in an extra bolt at
the heat of the Blitner Boulevard pitch to protect the step over the massive void,
but that is a merequibble.
<p>
Headed in to a running commentary from Lydia
about what everything was called that went in one ear and out the other.
Eventually made it to Ulysses and left Michael bolting his way across the void
under Luke's supervision.
Our job was to clear some fo the surveying backlog.
It would be unfair to identify the perpetrator of this unfortunate state of affairs
so he will henceforce be referred to as Bik Mutcher.
<p>
Having said that Fischgesicht is a nice cave,
the bit we eventually got to survey falls some way short of this standard..
There was a strong draght, but mostly emerging from the sort of boulder choke
you don't want your head to be anywhere near.
After connecting the survey in, we elected to head out to give ourselves the option of
walking down the hill. This meant we didn't get to survey to the alleged active
stalagtite seen in photos the previous day, which means that I
remain convinced that that it is actually an inflatable formation
procured from Blackpool Pleasure Beach,or some suitable Photoshop wizardry.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 8 hours</div>
<hr />
@ -744,24 +769,101 @@ as a less-than-successful short-cut.
<div class="trippeople"><u>Anthony</u>, Lydia, Chris</div>
<div class="triptitle">Tunnocks Camping Trip</div>
<h2>**** TO BE TYPED IN ****</h2>
<p><b>Day 1</b></p>
<p>
A leisurely start saw the intrepid team heading in with rather more gear than
had been anticipated. Dumped one of the new brew kits into the dry bit below
Procrastination, then picked up a pit at the top of Inferno which necessitated
some re-packing. Arrived at camp where Chris proceeded to set up the radio, placing
one end of the antenna in therwater hole and the other end in a
convenient mud bank at the downhill end of Kraken chamber.
Meanwhile, I completed the rig of Tentacle Traverse and Octopussy.
<p>
Reunited, we headed on towards Beckoning Silence.Teekering(?) up the parallel ramp from the
bottom of Octopussy was entertaining due to some over-enthusiastic derigging
that had left it ropeless - we had a spare length of rope that was installed.
Arriving at the climbup into Beckoning SIlence, we found the same rig as had been
put on two years ago when an equipment location error had rendered putting bolts in impossible.
On this occasion we had a drill, three batteries, plenty of hangers..
and no drill bits, so the problem remained unsolved.
<p>
At this point Chris returned to camp to set up the radio for our prearranged
call to top camp. Lydia rigged the remaining pitches to get us to the pushing front, which was
the wrong side of a tedious muddy tube, but looked very promising, draghting
strongly.
<p>
Arriving back at camp we discovered that Chris could hear top camp perfectly
on the radio -so the antennae were a success.
However the handset that had been working perfectly during the surface test was now incapable of
transmitting, so we achieved one-way communication.
<p><b>Day 2</b></p>
<p>
Fortified by a breakfast of noddles and custard with flapjack
crumbs (highly recommended) we headed back to Beckoning Silence.
This time we had distributed three drill bits between us, which proved
to be a good move since Chris's drill bit was later found in camp about 1.5m from
its storage spot having failed to make it into his pocket in any
meaningful sense.
<p>
Some extra bolts were put in on the top-climb and also on the last drop.
before the pushing front.
Then on into new territory, which proved to be substantially vertical.
Everyone got a turn with the drill whilst th eothers cowered from the howling draught in
a bothy bag.
<p>
Rigging proved tricky due to shit rock, but eventually we found ourselves
at the bottom of drops of 6, 17 and 12m sliding down a thrid drop with
nothing more in the way of rope, hangers or enthusiasm. Surveyed out and headed back to camp
arriving at ~23:00
<p>
Ultimately, a little unrewarding in terms of passage in the book,
but we had definitely run out of gear. The lead is good (very good in fact,
draughting and out on a limb) and is all set up for the next team
(bolts placed for the next descent).
Pitch is called "Radio Silence" in keeping with the "silence" theme and
our technological mishaps.
<P><b>Day 3 </b></p>
<p>Prussicked out.
The only inceident of note occurred in the camp
before setting off. In the interests of documenting camp life, Chris was
trying to compose a photograph comprising myself,nthe stooling stool,
(complete with bag), a Daren drum prominently labelled "Poo"
atop which was perched a bog roll with the visage of Donald Trump.
Im the process, Chris nearly performed a backward-somersault
into the ladies pissoire.
Fortunately his un-helmeted head was unharmed and the shot
was duly obtained [and is posted on the caving.uk blog - ed.]
<div class="timeug">T/U: 56 hours</div>
<hr />
<div class="tripdate" id="t2018-07-24x">2018-07-24</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Unknown</u></div>
<div class="triptitle">Prospecting and checking out the new bivi cave (Garlic Cave 2018-ad-02)</div>
<p>Rigging in Beckoning Silence/Radio Silence<br>
All rope lengths estimated<br>
<img src="logbook16.jpg" width=100%><br>
<hr />
<div class="tripdate" id="t2018-07-24b">2018-07-24 maybe</div>
<div class="tripdate" id="t2018-07-24b">2018-07-24</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip Withnall</u>, Typhon King</div>
<div class="triptitle">Prospecting and checking out the new bivi cave (Garlic Cave 2018-ad-02)</div>
<p>Typhon and I went fora walk
to find and assess the new bivi cave which Anthony found earlier this expo.
We walked via Fischgesicht (FGH) and Homecoming (HC) and spent some time cairning the
path from FGH to HC. It needs reflectors to be added to the cairns soon.
<p>
It takes ~30 minutes to walk to FGH and then another ~30 to get to HC.
From HC, walk northeast past the rope and through a break in the bunde.
Follow this around to the left and
<p>Sketch survey of GC (grade 2, total bullshit):<br>
<img src="logbook17.jpg" width=100%><br>
<h2>Being TYPED IN ****</h2>
<p>[Editorial addition from GPS positions in survey data]
2018-ad-02 is
<pre>
47.698686 lat., 13.807960 long.
@ -772,10 +874,7 @@ All rope lengths estimated<br>
013 deg. 48.478 min. E
</pre>
<h2>**** TO BE TYPED IN ****</h2>
<p>Sketch survey of GC (grade 2, total bullshit):<br>
<img src="logbook17.jpg" width=100%><br>
<b>CRUSHED GARLIC CAVE</b>
<img src="logbook18.jpg" width=100%><br>