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<h1>Expedition 1976</h1>
<h4>It's not clear whether there ever was a logbook. If there was, Jack
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<h1>Expedition 1977</h1>
<h4>Sadly, the original of the 1977 logbook seems to be missing</h4>
<p>
There is evidence that the club had it in 1988, when in Austria, but
I suspect that this may be a red herring and references to "1977/8 in
the 1977 logbook" are really references to "B8" from 1976.
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<h1>Expedition 1977</h1>
<h4>Sadly, the original of the 1977 logbook seems to be missing</h4>
<p>
There is evidence that the club had it in 1988, when in Austria, but
I suspect that this may be a red herring and references to "1977/8 in
the 1977 logbook" are really references to "B8" from 1976.
<a id="id1977-76" href="../1978/log.htm#id1978-76-1">Eislufth&ouml;hle next trip</a>
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<h1>Expedition 1978</h1>
1978 Expedition info:
<p>Team Youth -<blockquote> John Bowers, Nicky Davies, Ben van Millingen, Mike Shearme</blockquote></p>
<p>Team Ropes -<blockquote> First Wave : Doug Florence, Simon Farrow, Andy Waddington<br/>
Second Wave : Julian Griffiths, Nick Thorne</blockquote></p>
<p>Team Geriatric -<blockquote> Vic Brown, Rod, Jont &amp; Carole Leach, Dave Fox, Keith who ?</blockquote></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="report.htm">Expo report, Cambridge Underground 1979</a></li>
<li><a href="bcracc.htm">BCRA Caves &amp; Caving Report</a></li>
<li>Eislufth&ouml;hle - <a href="descnt.htm">from Descent 40</a></li>
<li>Nick Thorne's write-up in <a href="782034.htm">Belfry Bulletin 366</a></li>
<li>1977/78 report from <a href="npc79.htm">NPC Journal</a></li>
<li><a href="sponsr.htm">Sponsors</a></li>
</ul></li>
<li><a href="../../pubs.htm#pubs1978">Index</a> to all publications</li>
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<h1>Expedition 1978</h1>
1978 Expedition info:
<p>Team Youth -<blockquote> John Bowers, Nicky Davies, Ben van Millingen, Mike Shearme</blockquote></p>
<p>Team Ropes -<blockquote> First Wave : Doug Florence, Simon Farrow, Andy Waddington<br/>
Second Wave : Julian Griffiths, Nick Thorne</blockquote></p>
<p>Team Geriatric -<blockquote> Vic Brown, Rod, Jont &amp; Carole Leach, Dave Fox, Keith who ?</blockquote></p>
<ul>
<li><a href="report.htm">Expo report, Cambridge Underground 1979</a></li>
<li><a href="bcracc.htm">BCRA Caves &amp; Caving Report</a></li>
<li>Eislufth&ouml;hle - <a href="descnt.htm">from Descent 40</a></li>
<li>Nick Thorne's write-up in <a href="782034.htm">Belfry Bulletin 366</a></li>
<li>1977/78 report from <a href="npc79.htm">NPC Journal</a></li>
<li><a href="sponsr.htm">Sponsors</a></li>
</ul></li>
<li><a href="../../pubs.htm#pubs1978">Index</a> to all publications</li>
</ul>
<hr />
<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-07-29A">1978-07-29</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nicky, Simon, Andy, Doug, <u>Mike</u></div>
<div class="triptitle">plateau - prospecting</div>
<p>Got up at 7.30 (not Simon). We reached the caf&eacute; at about 12 and
then discovered how heavy the gear was and how hot the weather was. The snow
was out in force, but Simon, Andy and Doug found that 106 was possible. So
the rest of us split into two groups and started .</p>
<p>Nicky went down a shaft that appeared to go off to one side, however this
only proved to be a tight and sharp (blood everywhere) way under the snow
plug. About 50' deep.</p>
<p><a id="id1978-98-1">98</a></div> : A small shaft in a large clint (oops,
grike). Very sharp rocks at the top, after which the shaft bells out toward
a lightly boulder covered floor about 27m (85 feet to sensible people) from
surface, but as yet the ladder doesn't reach the floor.
<p><a href="#id1978-98-2">Next trip</a></p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-07-29B">1978-07-29</div>
<div class="trippeople">Ben and John</div>
<div class="triptitle">plateau - prospecting ice stalagmite</div>
<!-- same day -->
<p>Well we went down this hole somewhere near 106 but after c
30' it got tight so returned to brilliant sunshine. We continued sweating
around the plateau looking down things - the only one of interest was a huge
entrance c 200 yds from 106 which ended after 50-60' free climb in a small
snowfield with a beautiful 7' 6&quot; ice stalagmite. On the way back to the
van I attempted the left hand variant of the superdirect route across the
plateau, but as I was laybacking up this flake, the whole thing fell off with
me on it - do they have helicopter hearses ? John.</p>
<hr />
<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-07-29C">1978-07-29</div>
<div class="trippeople">Simon, <u>Andy</u></div>
<div class="triptitle">106 - Team Bluewater (minus Nick)</div>
<div id="id1978-76-1">id1978-76-1</div>
<p>Mega panic because of huge volumes of snow, noted 96 choked with snow and
lots of patches of snow between the snakes on the plateau. Navigation
eventually got us to 106 where a draught was still evident in 106 and 106A
but not in 106B. Simon went down and put bolts in - last year's anchors
were well preserved - but had to smash off ice-formations to get into 106A.
The Bluewater was fed in and belayed and Andy went down to the top of the
snow plug, which had a tiny gap round it.
<p>Tried a new hole which led down c6m to a small chamber with a side aven whose walls were
coated with a thick ( 6cm ) layer of hexagonal ice-crystals which were very loose, so the
explorer exitted to the top of the snow and started to DIG out the original route past the
plug. Hacking away with the hammer soon enlarged the 15cm slot to 1m and got down to 5m deep
where it got bigger and loose snow could be kicked down. Here ice formations smashed off for
safety and Andy could see down to the 'snow platform' which was just a step in the steep n
&eacute;v&eacute;. However, he did not descend to it because of a nasty rub above. Andy
exitted and Simon descended to put a bolt in at the snow plug level, which took slightly
longer than expected. The pitch is obviously going to be a right bastard to rig on SRT, even
more than ladders - probably 3 more bolts needed.
Andy.</p>
<p><a href="../1977/andylg.htm#id1977-76-7">Previous trip</a>/
<a href="#id1978-76-2">Next trip</a></p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-07-30A">1978-07-30</div>
<div class="trippeople">Mike, John, Ben, Nicky</div>
<div class="triptitle">98 - pitch</div>
<div id="id1978-98-2">id1978-98-2 30th July</a></div>
We all walked up to the plateau in the heat
again, taking the rest of the tackle, and Simon, who was working off his
hangover. Once on the plateau, we took the remaining ladders and another
rope up to 98. After rigging the pitch as yesterday, Mike was the first to
descend 70' of ladder and reach the bottom of the fine entrance shaft. After
a brief exploration, I followed, lifelined down by Ben. Mike and myself
first explored the most obvious of the two passages, a small rift section
sloping downwards about 30 feet, but becoming too narrow and uncomfortable
to pursue (sharp rock). After failing to find a way on, we returned to the
bottom of the pitch to take a look at the short section of passage on the
opposite side of the shaft. This opens out into another large shaft, and
after chucking several rocks down, we called to John to come down to take a
look at the new shaft, which we estimate to be another superb shaft of about
70'. We returned to the surface to fetch more equipment and bolts for
rigging the next pitch. Owing to the ominous presence of thunder, lightning
and hailstones, we sheltered with the present Team Bluewater members before
giving up for the day and strolling back from the plateau in the rain.
Nicky.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-98-1">Previous trip</a>/
<a href="#id1978-98-3">Next trip</a></p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-07-30B">1978-07-30</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andy</div>
<div class="triptitle">Eislufth&ouml;hle - Eislufth&ouml;hle</div>
<div id="id1978-76-2">id1978-76-2</div>
</p>After delays for carbide,
and thunder, and laziness, finally set off to put another bolt in. Lots
more snow landscaping before the bolt was finally started above last year's
snow platform - sitting on more snow. The bolt was nearly in when shouts from
above indicated lightning - and immediate evacuation. Between Simon's bolt
yesterday and the new bolt (c 20') the rope has a nasty snow rub which makes
prusiking horrible, and at least one ice/rock rub; the rigging needed here is
difficult to conceive - perhaps a 10m ladder would help (DEFEATIST!). The
next pitch will be very free, perhaps 20m ? then a walk off. This is proving
to be the world's most frustrating pothole ! Very impressive electric storm
on surface.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-76-1">Previous trip</a>/
<a href="#id1978-76-3">Next trip</a></p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-07-31A">1978-07-31</div>
<div class="trippeople">Ben, John, Mike</div>
<div class="triptitle">98 - 98</div>
<p><div id="id1978-98-3">id1978-98-3</div>
<p>Ben and Mike went down first shaft and Mike
started down the next to put a bolt in. Through the thrutchy bit brings you
to the top of the next pitch, supposedly 60-80'. Mike was lined down a few
feet to a ledge where he put a bolt in. John has meanwhile rerigged the
entrance pitch and abseiled down and tossed a coin with Ben as to who should
go down the next pitch first. Ben won and then John went to rig the second
pitch. On the way through the thrutchy bit he dropped Mike's carbide down,
making a superb noise sounding like a very deep shaft. Ben went down only to
find that the bottom was the bottom of the pot.
<p> A small aven comes in next
to the shaft, leaving only muddy earth at the bottom. It does not so much
choke but the rift to either side narrows and the floor is flat. The second
pitch was only about 35' from the ledge. Quite a nice shaft, but coming to
nothing. John went up, then Mike came down. Then we derigged and went out.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-98-2">Previous trip</a>/
<a href="../../1623/98.htm">Guidebook description</a></p>
<hr />
<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-07-31B">1978-07-31</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andy and Doug</div>
<div class="triptitle">the obvious H&ouml;hle</div>
<p><div id="id1978-76-3">id1978-76-3</div>
<p>Two descents made today. On the first, Andy finished off putting in the
bolt of the thunderstorm-interrupted trip of yesterday, whilst I sat on the
ice at the bottom of the first pitch in darkness having dropped my helmet at
Andy earlier. We returned to the surface to thaw out and I ate a tin of
sardines. Then after a brief policy discussion we redescended.
<p>Andy zipped
down to Yesterday's Terminus whilst I went down after him, adding another
ladder to the one on the snow plug and then stopping halfway down Plugged
Shaft to put a bolt in while Andy rumbled snow and ice down from Yesterday's
Terminus. After about 3/4 of the hole, my stinky went out, so I descended in
darkness to Yesterday's Terminus. At this point Andy's light went out as
well, so we tried to relight, Andy pouring his waste carbide down his wellie
and myself pouring it into my Hard Man's Handbag. We then decided it must be
fairly late and exitted. Plugged Shaft has some very beautiful but
potentially extremely dangerous. (Sorry, my brain stopped) Ice formations.
Doug. My God, is that ice dangerous enough or what ? Andy.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-76-2">Previous trip</a>/
<a href="#id1978-76-4">Next trip</a></p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-01A">1978-08-01</div>
<div class="trippeople">Simon, Doug</div>
<div class="triptitle">Guess which hole</div>
<p><div id="id1978-76-4">id1978-76-4</div>
<p>Simon abbed to YT. Doug put in a rebelay bolt while
Simon perused the situation at YT. The previously immovable ice boulders
were easily kicked down the pitch leaving only one reasonably jammed large
iceberg left. A bolt was placed well out in the passage giving a fine free
hang to the large chamber at the top of Saved Shaft. The Bluewater now
stretches all the way from the surface to the bottom of Plugged Shaft.
Dropped the Interalp at the bottom and left rapidly, my Gibbs breaking on
exit. Simon.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-76-3">Previous trip</a>/
<a href="#id1978-76-5">Next trip</a></p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-01B">1978-08-01</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nicky, Ben, John</div>
<div class="triptitle">plateau - The plateau,</div>
<p>We managed to run up to the col, and then collapsed under the weight of
sweat. The gallon water container was filled and we set off prospecting
again. And it was hot. We tried wearing just shorts, but the sunburn hurt
too much - a great incentive for going down holes. We went 40-60' down
several promising passages but all choked/were snow plugged. And it was
still hot. We wandered round in circles getting more demented in the heat.
Nicky wearing her shorts on her head, me sitting down a hole with just head
projecting and Ben screaming about boulders falling out of the sky. It was
hot. John.</p>
<hr />
<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-02A">1978-08-02</div>
<div class="trippeople">Doug, Andy, John</div>
<div class="triptitle">Altaussee - Bad Aussee</div>
<!-- everyone -->
<p>Generally low cloud and ominous weather ruined Ben, John and my own's
prospect of a nice peacefully energetic rest day by making everyone jack. We
proceeded to Bad Aussee where we caused chaos and many puzzled looks in one
car park and then parked in another. We took Bad Aussee, buying some bread
and really smelly garlic sausage. I lingered hopefully outside the museum
but nobody else followed which was a pity since we later discovered that it
had a speleological exhibition on. Back to Altaussee for a noon pub crawl
round the lake while me and Nicky went for a swim with a naked log. Back to
camp for sardines and mackeral and biscuits then, as per usual. Distributed
whiskey to Krauts next door. Doug.<br>
Plummers can't spell. Andy<br>
I washed my socks. John.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-03A">1978-08-03</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andy and Simon</div>
<div class="triptitle">Eislufth&ouml;hle - Eislufth&ouml;hle</div>
<p><div id="id1978-76-5">id id1978-76-5</div></p>
<p>S changed his prusiking system radically, converting to a frog system. A
abbed first and we had a short discussion at the &quot;loose&quot; ice
boulder. A rather too short rope and a ladder were rigged on Saved Shaft and
we descended. After some confusion, we got the bolt kit down and rigged a
traverse line across the top of Keg series. Eventually S descended last
year's penultimate pitch, a fine free hang. It was decided that further
descent would cause a rub about halfway up the pitch, a bolt will have to be
placed tomorrow. Today was quite successful. S.</p>
<p>PS. Tomorrow should see Team Bluewater breaking new ground.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-76-4">Previous trip</a>/
<a href="#id1978-76-6">Next trip</a></p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-03B">1978-08-03</div>
<div class="trippeople">John, Ben, Nicky and Mike</div>
<div class="triptitle">plateau - new area</div>
<p><div id="id1978-107-1">id1978-107-1</div></p>
<p>We decided to move on to a new area on the right of the plateau (going
up). Before moving we all had a shave (not Nicky) down a cave with a
flat-out crawl over razor blades wearing shorts and shirts. After which a
superb knife-blade pitch occurred (for keep-fit enthusiasts) ten pull-ups
required for exit. After moving to our new area, several caves were looked
at until Nicky found a superb drafting entrance (handline required to pull
against the gale). To date we are still attempting to remove some very nasty
boulders, keystones, from the head of the first pitch. Mike.</p>
<p>Some plummers can spell even less than others. Andy.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-107-2">Next trip</a></p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-04A">1978-08-04</div>
<div class="trippeople">Doug and Andy</div>
<div class="triptitle">Eislufth&ouml;hle - Eislufth&ouml;hle</div>
<p><div id="id1978-76-6">id1978-76-6</div></p>
<p>Low motivation led to a slow start, Doug abseiled first and adjusted the
amount of slack in the rebelays, kicked the iceberg and continued. Andy
followed with lots of rope in a tockle bog. Rigged a new (club rope first)
rope on Saved Shaft before removing the old (shitty) rope to act as a
traverse line for above Keg series. The Interalp was removed from same and
put in the tockle bog.</p>
<p>Moving forward (urgh !) we reached the takeoff for pitch 6 (gnuk, thrutch
!). Andy put in a bolt about 1m below the big ledge which gives a very good
changeover for the stand-off pitch below. This pitch gives the impression of
dropping into the side of a vadose canyon - confirmed by finding an inlet
10m up on the left (ie. upstream).</p>
<p>Down the narrow passage into boulder land, Andy found a climb up on the
right which led to a short roomy passage to yet another shaft - no draught
[found by Nick, 1977]. Directly onward to the big chamber, less drip this
time, we found an OK freeclimb down c 5m under a colossal boulder. Straight
on, the rift proved to be very high but not too wide. Andy dropped down to
an impossibly narrow streamway, while Doug found a useful traverse level
leading about 50m to a small chamber into which we could not safely descend,
but observed a hole into which boulders were lobbed, 25m ? The rift
continues beyond, and we can't tell where the (much increased) draught comes
from, retreated.</p>
<p>Back at the 'final' pitch, Andy set off and observed more question marks
halfway up the pitch. Doug had immense problems with his system, and the
exit, right to the surface, was accompanied by continuous swearing and
cursing, Doug surfacing 15 mins or so behind Andy.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 5.5 hours</div>
5&frac12; hours.
<br/>Andy.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-04B">1978-08-04</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nicky, Mike, John</div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - same hole as yesterday</div>
<p><div id="id1978-107-2">id1978-107-2</div>
<p>This is getting silly. We went back to the same hole as yesterday and
started manoeuvering boulders. Stones fell for 2 secs plus before hitting
and bouncing, while the draught is massive. The cloud dropped once, covering
the plateau in fog, then you could see the mist swirling in the wind coming
from our hole. This encouraged us to get engrossed in some technical digging
using bolts in boulders and tied off knife blades as pulley points. Probably
the biggest waste of time so far. Just one more boulder to move now. The
main bolt is in place for the pitch, so we should see the bottom of the big
hole tomorrow. John.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-107-1">Discovery</a>/
<a href="#id1978-107-3">Next trip</a></p>
<hr />
<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-05A">1978-08-05</div>
<div class="trippeople">Simon</div>
<div class="triptitle">106 - brown stains</div>
<p><div id="id1978-76-7">id1978-76-7</div></p>
<!-- 106 -->
<p>Yes, a really &quot;brown stains on the furry wonder suit&quot; day
today. Simon and I zipped down uneventfully to the pitch with the big ledge
where Simon pulled up the rope and gardened the ledges. On to the climb down
where we rigged a handline, and then through the traverse to the boulder
floor before the chamber with THE PITCH. We chucked a few rocks down and
then started putting a bolt in, eventually finding some good rock to put it
in. Using this bolt as a belay, Simon climbed down into the chamber and then
came back out again very very fast as he noticed what he thought was a nice
solid wall above him was in fact a delicately poised bouder (THE BOULDER).</p>
<p>I calmed Simon down, then had a look myself, trying underneath where we
were standing for a safeish looking pitch head. None was forthcoming. I came
back and Simon went down again, then Simon came back and I went down again.
The pitch has a very impressive echo and will be a naughty word to rig.
Refettled carbides at bottom of climb down and went out, Simon causing more
brown stains by rumouring that the ice boulder had moved.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-76-6">Previous trip</a>/
<a href="#id1978-76-8">Next trip</a></p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-05B">1978-08-05</div>
<div class="trippeople">Ben, Mike</div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - boulders were smaller</div>
<p><div id="id1978-107-3">id1978-107-3</div></p>
<p>Admittedly our boulders were smaller, but they'd still kill you. We had
this large rock jammed in the hole we wanted to go down, so we used the
system rigged up yesterday and pulled and pulled but it didn't move much.
Then Mike had a good idea and eliminated the friction on the pulling rope.
With a quick pull we had it suspended above the hole, held only by a peg
pulling in the direction most likely to pull it out. Then it was chocked up
and the pulleys rearranged so as to pull it out. The rock was put on the
ledge by the pitch where it trembled a bit, but was held by the rope so we
felt we could go down the pitch. Unfortunately, we found a spreader, a long
enough rope and rigged the pitch. Ben was selected to go down. Going through
the hole, which is a bit small, it opens out into a superb enormous shaft,
about 20' in diameter, 55' deep. At the bottom, lots of different passages
lead off, one which is pretty big and horizontal. There's also a good rift
which still carries the draught. Its pretty fucking marvellous down there.
Mike came down after Ben had come back up. Ben.</p>
<p><a href="#id1978-107-2">Previous dig</a>/
<a href="#id1978-107-4">Next trip</a></p>
<hr />
<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-06A">1978-08-06</div>
<div class="trippeople">Ben, Mike, John, Nicky</div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - sardines</div>
<p><div id="id1978-107-4">id1978-107-4</div></p>
<p>After a couple of hours effort and sardines, all dangerous boulders were
removed from the entrance and the shaft abbed down by all four of us. After
gasping or something similar at the SIZE of it and the strong draught, we
split into two exploring parties (there is a lot to explore). Anyway, after
John had descended down 100 foot shaft in a rift section, and made enough
noise to attract attention to this fact, we all followed, finding one good
natural belay besides John's peg. At the foot of this impressive enlarged
canyon, we found another fine pitch (65') which offers several possible
forward routes. A short traverse to the left leads to another large soaring
shaft - which will be intensively explored tomorrow. Only a few loose
boulders were discovered, generally by their rapid descent towards those at
the foot of the pitch - but none of us were much worried, still being too
impressed with the size of the place. Generally the rock seems to be pretty
good and clean and we haven't encountered closely any kind of dubious
boulders. Nicky.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-06B">1978-08-06</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andy and Simon</div>
<div class="triptitle">Fed, Festered and Farted. Team Bluewater</div>
[Guessing Team Bluewater is Andy and Simon]
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-07A">1978-08-07</div>
<div class="trippeople">Doug and Simon</div>
<div class="triptitle">76 - Terminus</div>
<p><div id="id1978-76-8">id1978-76-8</a></div></p>
<p>Collected a crowbar from 107 and S transported it down
to Yesterday's Terminus, where to great surprise we discovered that the ice
boulder had disappeared and presumably broken up on the floor of the pitch.
Continued on down to the large boulder where Doug put in a bolt, backed up
by the handline. S abbed into a huge pitch meandering forwards and widening.
<p>
Protection needed on a flake near the top and at a constriction about 30' ?
down. At c 75', worry about the rubs became great, pitch widens out, may
well need rebelay. At least 30' to bottom of pitch, then a further pitch
down after that. It might be possible to have a decent rig from a buttress
further forward, but a floor was visible that. (??) Simon.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-07B">1978-08-07</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nicky, John, Mike, Ben</div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - 5</div>
<p><div id="id1978-107-5">id1978-107-5</div></p>
<p>After we had collected all the tackle from the dump, we went back to the
cave (via 106) where we met Ben who was trying to jack by blocking the
entrance pitch with loose boulders. Having removed the rock, we abbed down
to the bottom of the 65 and we started looking along the passage after the
traverse mentioned yesterday. We freeclimbed into the shaft and found a very
strongly draughting (inwards) canyon. This continued (partly choked) to a
pitch of 30 foot down to a false floor followed by another 20 foot to
another false floor followed by yet another yet undescended larger pitch.
There is another pitch on the first false floor down a continuation of the
canyon but this is 100 ft, ie. we don't want to do it. Several bolts are
needed on these pitches only one of which is placed so far, so this will
occupy most of the next trip. PS. while attempting to put a bolt in, Ben
requested and received a hit on the head with the peg hammer.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-07C">1978-08-07</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick and Julian</div>
<div class="triptitle">110 - Messieurs Supercool and Supersmooth</div>
<p>Team Fiesta arrived in the previous evening, comprising Nick and Julian,
so a new saga starts here :</p>
<p>Helicopter up to the plateau and abseiled down. Found 110, see sketch.
Six teeth dropped off my anchor ! Huh ! substandard subb ... mumble.... Time
2 hrs. Oh, yes, I forgot, we had to do some digging to get in. Then :</p>
<p>Found 111, 30m to narrow rift which got too tight/choked, shaft split 20m
down to shaft half full of snow.</p>
[] I suspect that there is a sentence about 112 missing here ]
<p>Both last two shafts are close to 98.</p>
<p>Back at car by 7.15, helicopter never turned up. Nick.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-08A">1978-08-08</div>
<div class="trippeople">Mike, andy, simon, nicky, ben, doug, john</div>
<div class="triptitle">lake - Fed/ Festered/ Farted</div>
<p>Mikeandysimonnickybendougjohn</div> Fed/ Festered/ Farted</div></p>
<p>Found Koppenbr&uuml;llerh&ouml;hle and investigated with matches.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-08B">1978-08-08</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick and Julian</div>
<div class="triptitle">106 - Overnight, Supercool and Supersmooth</div>
<p><div id="id1978-76-9">id1978-76-9 8-9th August</div> :
<p>Overnight trip by Supercool and Supersmooth
<p>Just found the entrance before dark, Phew ! Got underground by 8pm.
Blatted down to the Tap Room, then along traverse to pitch head amongst
boulders. Placed new bolt at head and descended about 15m to microledge and
placed a bolt rebelay. Next section was a &quot;best pitch o'the pot&quot;
so far. 35m to a large ledge with inlet. As the water fell away, we made a
bold step over to an opposite ledge. A couple of bolts later we descended
10m back to the streamway.
<p>Then we followed an obvious traverse line to the
next pitch. Plenty of black spaces about, so we rigged a traverse line from
bolt above a rocking boulder (really swinging, man). Pitch head ('nother
blot) was smallish but things got bigger further down. And bigger. And
bigger ..... A superb (Even better pitch o'the pot) free hanging 55m job.
Juniper Gulf eat shit !
<p> This landed on blodders (good uns) and was followed
by a quick 5m to the floor. Downhill the stream flowed into a lowish
(wetsuitable) passage. Uphill quickly leads to balcony overlooking immense
chamber (15m x 15m x 80m high). Stream could be heard around corner, but
hadn't got enough rope to descend 12m pitch from balcony to reach it.</p>
<p>Exit was slower than expected due to :<br>
1) Rope on 5m pitch vanishing upwards and coming back down through the
boulders..... Aaaaaarrrrrgh ! JG came back down to give me the rope having
prusiked the pitch once already. (A quick half litre for that man).<br>
2) Falling asleep while prusiking !</p>
<p>Made the entrance again after 10.5 hour trip. Even Unox ham in a cold
drizzle tastes superb after this ! Total depth so far c 280m (Club record
depth) Nick</p>
<div class="timeug">10.5 hour</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-09A">1978-08-09</div>
<div class="trippeople">Ben, John, Doug, Andy, Nicky, Nick, Vic, Julian, Dave, Carole, Jont, Rod</div>
<div class="triptitle">lake - F/F/F</div>
<p> (daytime !?) [Between two overnight trips.]
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-09B">1978-08-09</div>
<div class="trippeople">Ben and John</div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - overnight down 107</div>
<p><div id="id1978-107-6">id1978-107-6 9th-10th</div>
<p>As the sun set below the clouds, we disappeared down the first pitch. A
quick grot around the rift of the 7th decided us that we could not easily
eliminate the ladders to the false boulder, so we looked around the bottom
of the 65' pitch. An awkward, loose climb leads to a short traverse across
this hole. You lob boulders down and 4 seconds plus there's a dull boom. 300
ft ?</p>
<p>Beyond the hole is a 15' pitch rigged off the mankiest bolt in Austria
and a tied off peg and a natural thread. Then the big one. Bolting at 2
O'Clock in the morning in the wet icy draught is slow work. The water level
in the nearby pool rose quickly and what was a trickle turned into a
freezing stream. 180' of ladder and rope was fed down and I followed. There
are lots of ledges, easy ladder climb, but it was getting colder and wetter.
The whole cave was reverberating to the sound of massed choirs chanting
&quot;Brown Girls&quot;. Time to go home. Total depth descended c 400'.</p>
<p align="right">John.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-09C">1978-08-09</div>
<div class="trippeople">Doug and Andy</div>
<div class="triptitle">106 - overnight in 106</div>
<p><div id="id1978-76-10">id1978-76-10 9th-10th August</div>
<p>It had already got dark by the time we went underground, and various
amounts of rerigging delayed us somewhat. Eventually we got to the big pitch
which Andy descended first - it was COLOSSAL ! At the bottom, a couple of
ace natural belays got us down the next 10m pitch to the floor of Mega
boulders.
<p>At first it appeared to be a big choke, but descending down dip
and then climbing up vast piles of boulders, a roomy gallery - almost an
exhibition hall of all the varieties of unstable boulder bridges - was
found.
<p>The explorer started a descent of the far side of the boulders under
a boulder estimated at 5000 tons, but waited for support from DHF.
Eventually found the obvious free climb down, but found it overhanging - so
went off for the bolting gear and rigged a short pitch down into the new
chamber. From here a traverse and awkward climb down leads to a stream which
goes off to the left (not pushed very far).
<p>An additional tributary comes
from a rift about 20' up and flows the same way. Between the two is an OFD
type passage ending in a drop into a rift and a possible (but not without a
lifeline) continuation beyond.
<p>We rigged a natural belay for the start of
the rift (in a side rift to the left) and placed a bolt rebelay, but did not
descend further due to lack of time. Set off upward and soon got somewhat
warmer (despite the heavy water at the bottom of the 180') on the way up.
Eventually surfaced at a late hour (8.30 am !) after a 12 hour plus trip.
Andy. Deeper than OFD now !</p>
<div class="timeug">T/U 12 hour</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-10A">1978-08-10</div>
<div class="trippeople">Mike, Nicky</div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - 107</div>
<p><div class="tripdate" ><a id="id1978-107-7">10th August</a></div></p>
<p>Having struggled into our several layers of wet clothing and watched the
plateau disappear in the layers of mist, we started off down the cave. Having
got thoroughly resoaked by the bottom of the 65' pitch, we carried on to the
head of the &quot;big&quot; pitch, pausing to drop stones down John's
&quot;Big 'ole&quot;.
<p>Mike then proceeded without hesitation or thought to
the bottom of the first section of the pitch - whilst I sat cheerfully at the
top contemplating the rock wall opposite. After half an hour, the merry
strains of &quot;Brown Girls&quot; stopped floating up the pitch and bolting
sounds carried on intermittently. After another half an hour of my own
personal attempts at singing (quietly) and warming up exercises, two whistle
blasts were heard.
<p>After yet another half hour, Mike reappeared at the top of
the pitch. Damp, cold and wetness ensured that our early (but not hasty)
retreat from the cave was the wisest decision, so we left with only one bolt
as progress. Nicky.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-12A">1978-08-12</div>
<div class="trippeople">*Karl, Doug, Andy</div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - 107</div>
<p><div id="id1978-41-1">id1978-41-1 12th August</a></div></p>
<p>Karl [Gaisberger] arrived at 10am and we drove up to the plateau caf&eacute;. Walked to
1623/41a (Stellerwegh&ouml;hle) which is very well concealed in Bunde. The
phreatic-looking horizontal entrance led on into a hading rift and then to a
huge snowpile below another entrance. Below the snow, the rift is very
extensive, and at about 45 degrees, but further on it gets a bit more
vertical. The big pitch at the end is beyond a very nasty traverse through a
window, so we couldn't see much, having brought no rope. On the way through
and back, Karl kept looking under boulders and at one stage showed us a pile
of bat bones, so we thought he was looking for bat remains, but when he
found what he was looking for it proved to be a small creature - little
worms c &frac12; cm long which he collected with forceps. Eventually, we had
four, and left.</p>
<p>On the way back, we passed various entrances, and did a short trip in
Elchh&ouml;hle (1623/31) which is a large phreatic tube in horizontally
bedded rock, with lots of boulders. Karl again kept looking for bugs, despite
having left his collecting gear at the entrance. Then he found a small beetle
under a rock at which he seemed most upset not to have his gear, so Doug
rushed off to get it. When he returned, the beetle had escaped, so Karl was
dismantling the cave to find it. Large rocks crunched and eventually the
terrified beetle was collected - Karl was very pleased as it is only the
second specimen of that species found in Austria. We exitted and had lunch at
the Loser H&uuml;tte before returning to camp and drowning the beetle in
Vodka. Andy.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-12B">1978-08-12</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick, Julian, Simon</div>
<div class="triptitle">Eislufthohle - Eislufthohle</div>
<div id="id1978-76-11">id1978-76-11 12th-13th August.</div></p>
<p>'nother overnighter. Couple of hours to get down to previous terminus.
Then : descended 30' to bolt rebelay and 40' to floor. Traversed forward in
large meandering vadose canyon (100' high, traverse level 30-40' off floor).
After jammed boulders, descended the yetchiest, muddiest 15m (sorry change of
units) pitch in the entire known universe. Traverse, traverse, traverse and
we rigged another pitch but didn't descend. Further pitch seen below, all in
same canyon. Total depth to this point estimated at 350-360m. The cave mud
mentioned above was examined by Karl and he confirmed that it was not the
sort of mud expected from a sump backing up. I therefore declare, forthwith
and hereby, that Eislufth&ouml;hle is very significant, horizontally
significant and likely to go a lot deeper. I forgot to mention in the above
description that we made one thrutchy freeclimb down at one point, but I'm
not sure exactly where.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-13">1978-08-13</div>
<div class="trippeople">Simon and Julian</div>
<div class="triptitle">off-road - not intentionally</div>
<p><a name="driveroty">Brain</a> aberrations during the above trip write-up were
caused by the distraction of our second trip of the night :</p>
<p>Explored the river by the side of the road below the toll road. Tackle :
one Ford Fiesta. Descended 30' pitch into streamway, with a couple of
mid-air turns too. time c 5 seconds, tackle written off.</p>
<p>The above trip led to a series of extraneous trips to Bad Aussee and
Salzburg hospitals where Simon and Julian were swindling the insurance with
their minor injuries (broken neck, broken sternum). It put an end to pushing
106 for the year, and we were naturally reluctant to indulge in any more
overnight trips.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-14A">1978-08-14</div>
<div class="trippeople">John and Ben</div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - 107</div>
<p><div d="id1978-107-8">id1978-107-8 14th August</a></div></p>
<p>At last, decent weather allowed a reasonably early start taking Vic, Rod
and Dave for them to add some depth down the shaft with the boulder floor.
John and Ben meanwhile rerigged the rift pitch with the 100m rope. Pretty
awkward abseil, even worse ladder climb back up. Got to Mike's
&quot;desperate loose ledge&quot;, pushed a bolt in the wall and laddered the
rest of the shaft. Fed the rest of the 100m rope down and John started off
down. At -70' he found an enormous mess in the rope and after trying for a
long while to undo it, came back up pulling the rope behind him. We undid the
knots on the ledge after half an hour, and then both descended 110' pitch.
Not bad shaft with big boulder at bottom. Stream continues under rift.
Descended 20' in scramble and bolted another 20' pitch. Continued along above
stream to pitch c 30-50'. Depth so far this way 570'. Ben. Time 7 hrs.</p>
<div class="timeug">T/U 7 hour</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-14B">1978-08-14</div>
<div class="trippeople">Vic, Rod, Dave</div>
<div class="triptitle">cave - Team Geriatric</div>
<p>Team Geriatric crawled up the hillside half a mile
behind the fast moving dust cloud that showed where team youth was burning
up the miles. At the cave entrance, when they eventually got there, the
pensioners were heard to be talking about family responsibilities,
arthritis and other ploys for not going underground (one of them even had to
be lent a descender, having conveniently forgotten his own).
<p> Marshalled
between members of the Youth Team, the ancients were carefully fed down the
entrance of the cave. A curious transformation came over them, a glazed
expression in their old eyes as though recalling distant memories of when
they too had discovered new glories. Down the first pitch, then the second,
and the third, then along the traverse ; so far so good, their aged limbs
had stood up well to the strain. Now at the head of the next pitch they were
sat down and told of hitherto undescended holes ahead of them. Then Team
Youth vanished into the darkness to push into discoveries elsewhere.</p>
<p>Left alone at last, the crones shook off their disguise of weariness.
Swiftly they fixed a rope down the thirty foot pitch to a large floor of
unstable boulders. One of them carried on to the bottom of the boulder choke
while another was fixing a bolt at the top of the rift. Soon Rod was going
down the rift till he ran out of rope at about 70'. He called for another
rope, tied it onto the end of the previous one and carried on down to the
end of that one too. He ascended to a safe spot (The Sentry Box) and called
the others down. Dave, the last man down, took another 200' of rope with him
to the bottom of the second rope. Here he placed another bolt, belayed the
rope, and vanished off into a vast, dark hole. At one stage he was abseiling
down between the wall and a huge pinnacle, 30' high. The rope just reached
the floor. Here a stream appeared. He followed it down a descending rift
until, after about 50' of descent, he came to a small pitch with possibly
another one beyond that.</p>
<p>Dave prusiked back to where Rod and Vic had been waiting in the Sentry
Box sharing both ends of a bar of Kendal Mint Cake at the same time since it
was too hard to break. From here the operation of getting out was a smooth
well-rehearsed exercise that they had done many times before. It took only
just over the hour to get out onto the plateau where they were in time to
enjoy the last few hours of sunshine.</p>
<p>And Team Youth ? They came eventually, weary, dirty and dishevelled as
usual. They had missed the sunshine. It was dark by the time they got
down. Team Geriatric had wined and dined and already gone to the pub.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-14C">1978-08-14</div>
<div class="trippeople">Mike, Andy and <u>Doug</u></div>
<div class="triptitle">106 - Piccying and surveying trip</div>
<div id="id1978-76-12">id1978-76-12</div></p>
<p>Mike, Andy and I went down 106, surveyed down to the bottom of the 100'
pitch. Mucho Chillo. Down to the bottom of the Taproom, Andy spent hours
trying to get his member out of his sitsling for a piss. A few piccies on
the way out. Fairly late out to the surface, dark by the time we reached the
van.</p>
<p>Mike was not the catastrophe I expected. Doug.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-15A">1978-08-15</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nicky and <u>Mike</u></div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - pushing</div>
<p>Nicky and I went down a bit late (12.30) due to hanggliding. We rigged
the 30' John and Ben had found using 3 bolts (all manky). About 100' of
freeclimbing ensued down to the Geriatric's previous far point. Due to lack
of time, we then had to leave. Mike.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-16A">1978-08-16</div>
<div class="trippeople">Doug, Andy</div>
<div class="triptitle">Eislufth&ouml;hle - derigging the bottom</div>
<div id="id1978-76-13">id1978-76-13</div>,
<p>We initially thought that getting up was the worst bit - at 4.30 am, but
we were to learn otherwise later. Underground by 7.40 am, a literal alpine
start. The familiar abseil descent took just over one hour to Hall of the
Greene King, and then we slowed down, carrying gear from the overhanging
boulder pitch to rig the freeclimb that was alleged to follow.
<p>Abseiling the
next pitch left large clods of mud on the descendeur and below, traversing
started immediately, but ended at an inlet on the left. Andy tried for a
long way at stream level, but eventually jacked and climbed up to a ledge
where Doug had a stinky gonk. Soon arrived at the really shitty pitch which
made a horrible mess on a rack. Not far to go now chaps - a final
undescended pitch was reached and Andy went down to a ledge with almost no
rope left.
<p>Lobbed rocks down the pitch - sounded like 10-15m to a muddy
ledge, but further out seemed a lot deeper; 30-50m ? Doug repeated the
exercise and then we set off out, derigging.</p>
<p>Carrying vast piles of muddy rope over the traversing section takes quite
a while and derigging each pitch was a serious delay. Doug's ascenders were
slipping (nasty Petzls !) but we were soon back up the rift and got the
rope, including the spare 75m length, into tackle bags and up to Hall of the
Greene King. From here it was just an incredible slog out. Prusiking with a
large tackle bag is really strenuous and Doug tackle-hauled his gear up the
big pitch.</p>
<p>Andy reached the Taproom well ahead of Doug and waited halfway up the
next pitch, which, if we don't find a name for it soon will cause write-ups
to be far too long, until Doug appeared below. As time was getting late,
Doug dropped his gear and the pace increased, and so we reached the entrance
by about 6.25 pm - Much relief. We were acutely aware of the effort of
raising a Mega-bag 300m against its will : ie. knackered. Doug brought the
remaining bag down to the car park.</p>
<p> Andy.</p>
10&frac34; hours
<p><div class="timeug">T/U 10.75 hours</div>.
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-16B">1978-08-16</div>
<div class="trippeople">Rod, Jont, Dave, Vic</div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - bottoming trip</div>
<div id="id1978-107-9">id1978-107-9</div>.
<p>Well, we got off to our usual crack of dawn start (9 am) and wandered up.
Dave and Jont went off to do a surface survey to 82, then surveyed down to
the head of &quot;our&quot; pitch. The Meisterplan failed and they had an
hour's wait here due to gross slowness in prusiking with heavy tackle
bags....however, I run ahead...</p>
<p>Rod and I went down to the previous end. I surveyed the bottom passage
while Rod put a bolt in, then I abseiled down. Not a pleasant abseil as I
had to stop, hang on the rope 100' down, tie the other rope on, pass the
knot and carry on, hoping that the second rope reached the bottom. Due to
our incredible efficiency in calculating the tackle needed, it did. Ice cold
water all down the pitch did not help either - nor the failure of both
electric and stinkie.</p>
<p>Chap. II &quot;The End&quot;. Well, there is a big wide rift that ends in
a fairly conclusive choke sans draught. The water disappears down a rapidly
lowering tight passage of the more sordid Yorkshire variety, which I followed
to the limit of my patience (it got even smaller). Much relieved, I exitted,
collecting a chilly Rod on the way out, who did a hero's job with 60m of wet
12mm Marlow up the 95m pitch.</p>
<p>And all in 7 hours. Geriatrics rule OK ? Vic.</p>
<p><div class="timeug">T/U 7 hours</div>.
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-19A">1978-08-19</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andy, Ben, John, Mike, <u>Nicky</u></div>
<div class="triptitle">107 - derigging trip</div>
<div d="id1978-107-10">id1978-107-10</div>.
<p>Leaving Andy and Mike to come down on a piccying trip in their own sweet
time, the deriggers of the party descended intrepidly down the cave to the
bottom of the big shaft. Leaving Ben to disappear and pollute yet another
recess with his yards of bog paper and other matter, John and myself
continued resolutely down the narrow rift to derig the bottom ladders. This
was just about completed, and we were beginning to remark on the sheer
efficiency of the operation when a small doubt began tp filter through
John's cold-benumbed brain. Where was the hammer ?
<p>The pitch was hastily
rerigged, hammer was retrieved, and derigging continued. Andy and Mike made
an appearance on the ledge at the top of the 110' pitch and tackle hauling
up the shaft was done, passing tackle on to Andy and Mike, to ferry up the
rift.
<p>Most of the tackle was up the rift by the time that the whole cave was
resounding with John's frustrated Yells and Screams, as he swore at carbide
and tackle, stuck halfway up the rift with no lights. Tackle hauling
continued apace, with Andy ferrying several times up the ninety foot,
oblivious of the horrendous and daunting wear in the middle of the rope,
noticed later by Ben.
<p>John, Andy and myself sneaked up out of the pot before
Ben and Mike had even realised that they had been left to deal with the
remaining tackle at the bottom of the entrance pitch. While we enjoyed the
warm sunshine, Ben sweated and swore, emerging some hours later as the sun
was sinking. Nicky.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="t1978-08-19B">1978-08-19</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick Thorne, Dave, Jont, Vic, Rod, Doug</div>
<div class="triptitle">Eislufth&ouml;hle - derigging trip</div>
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<p>An alpine start by Dave and self meant we got underground before the sun
got a bit too warm. Went down to top of big pitch where we split up; Dave
waiting at the pitch head and with me descending to derig the next couple of
pitches. Started out, derigging, bolt-greasing etc. as we went, and met Jont
just below the Taproom.
<p>Started to stagger out now and met Vic and Rod on
the last pitch of last year (we ought to have a name for it, and if we
haven't already, then we'd better get thinking). Meanwhile, Doug had been in
to the Taproom and exitted with a tockle bog (Full too !) A slow exit up
Plugged Shaft with antics from Jont, his ascenders and his carbide lamp, and
with the Bluewater being as awkward as ever. Had to abandon the crowbar.</p>
<p>Out after a trip of 7&frac12; hours (for me) and its really nice doing all
those pitches whilst being wide awake !</p>
<p><div class="timeug">T/U 7.5 hours</div>.
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<h1>Expedition 1979</h1>
<p>The first part of the log is traditionally taken up by the journey out.<br/>
If this is of no interest, here is a link <a href="#id1979-76-1">to the caving</a>!</p>
<ul>
<li><a href="report.htm">Expo report, Cambridge Underground 1980</a></li>
<li><a href="bcracc.htm">BCRA Caves &amp; Caving Report</a></li>
<li>Eislufth&ouml;hle - <a href="descnt.htm">from Descent 44</a></li>
<li>Nick Thorne's write-up in <a href="792026.htm">Belfry Bulletin 378</a></li>
<li>Odkrycie i eksploracja Eislufth&ouml;hle - <a href="811412.htm">original
english article</a> (published in Polish in 1980)</li>
</ul></li>
<li><a href="../../pubs.htm#pubs1979">Index</a> to all publications</li>
</ul>
<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-07-27A">Friday 27th July</div></p>
<blockquote>&quot;I drove and I drove<br>
Oh how I drove, etc.&quot;</blockquote>
<p>Down to Somerset to collect food and A N Other item. Met Accountant on
the way to the pub - confirmed Hovercraft tickets - ate food, drank wine,
had last (almost) pint for several weeks - lapsed into fitfully sweaty
sleep. Yours sincerely <div class="trippeople">Tony M.</div></p>

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<h1>Expedition 1979</h1>
<p>The first part of the log is traditionally taken up by the journey out.<br/>
If this is of no interest, here is a link <a href="#id1979-76-1">to the caving</a>!</p>
<p>THIS ALL NEEDS TO BE MANUALLY REFORMATTED INTO MODERN FORM.
<ul>
<li><a href="report.htm">Expo report, Cambridge Underground 1980</a></li>
<li><a href="bcracc.htm">BCRA Caves &amp; Caving Report</a></li>
<li>Eislufth&ouml;hle - <a href="descnt.htm">from Descent 44</a></li>
<li>Nick Thorne's write-up in <a href="792026.htm">Belfry Bulletin 378</a></li>
<li>Odkrycie i eksploracja Eislufth&ouml;hle - <a href="811412.htm">original
english article</a> (published in Polish in 1980)</li>
</ul></li>
<li><a href="../../pubs.htm#pubs1979">Index</a> to all publications</li>
</ul>
<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-07-27A">Friday 27th July</div></p>
<blockquote>&quot;I drove and I drove<br>
Oh how I drove, etc.&quot;</blockquote>
<p>Down to Somerset to collect food and A N Other item. Met Accountant on
the way to the pub - confirmed Hovercraft tickets - ate food, drank wine,
had last (almost) pint for several weeks - lapsed into fitfully sweaty
sleep. Yours sincerely <div class="trippeople">Tony M.</div></p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-07-28A">Saturday 28th July</div></p>
<p>6.00 am sees <div class="trippeople">Andy</div> setting off on the great trek south (incorporating
second breakdown of Austin Maxi). Hit Chez Ben before 10 &amp; then towards
Tony's where we got lost because his map was crappy. Repacked cars - unfair
amounts heaped into the Crab while Julian kept his roof-rack hidden. After
driving round a roundabout 37 times, Nick eventually found the way to the
Hoverport where we arrived after a brief interlude for beer. From the
Hoverport we went to ... the ferry ... The super-smooth Griffiths hovercraft
booking scheme got us on an enormous hovercraft with a funnel ?! The drive
from Calais was smooth until midnight and then ...</p>
<p>Sunday 29th July</p>
<p>Stopped for a brew near Aachen, all five of us, then since the
&quot;Crab&quot; needed more petrol we arranged to meet Nick and Julian down
somewhere near Mannheim. But nasty noises started coming from the L.H.S.
rear wheel and when these developed into heavy clunks and bangs we pulled
into a parking place to inspect. Not really understanding what was wrong we
drove the car up and down the parking area, peering under the rear to see
what was happening. Unfortunately there then appeared a cloud of smoke from
the dashboard and the bonnet. This was discovered to be the whole of the
electrics shorting and burning the insulation from the dynamo via the
regulator and ignition switch to the solenoid. Flames were put out and the
battery disconnected. Luckily we managed to borrow a bit of wire and
insulating tape and botched it up. This enabled the car to start but did
nothing for the rear axle bearing. Left the motorway and arrived in
Rheinb&ouml;llen. Being a Sunday, all the garages were shut. Went to a
caf&eacute; and drank lots of beer, ate a meal and saw the two most
delicious pair of blonde twins. Such pert little buttocks and nicely
developed bumps under sexy white teeshirts, and only about 13 or 14. Managed
not to get chucked out of the caf&eacute; for ogling by their father and he
found out Fritz's telephone number for us. Slept off the beer next to a
stream and decided to move on slowly to Bingen.</p>
<p>Here we asked for a Ford garage at the cop shop, drank some more beer and
then set up camp by the Rhein in an orchard. Watched the most superb
thunderstorm and drifted off to bed, knackered. Also rang Fritz for the
first time.</p>
<p>However, Nick and Julian managed to get safely to Altaussee. They
discovered Karl Gaisberger is in Yugoslavia till August 12th.</p>
<p>Ben.</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-07-30A">Monday 30th July</div></p>
<p>Nick and Julian plus a German dictionary negotiated free access to the
plateau. Walked over to 106 and laid a guide line back to the col. Went to
Fischers early, spent a while leering at the new waitress and then got
pissed.</p>
<p>TEAM TRIALS (+ TRIBULATIONS) left Bingen, hobbled to Mainz to see a man
about a rear ... wheel axle bearing. Confused lady in bank with Midland
cheque card; drank some beer standing at the bar ! Collected super efficient
car, drove towards Altaussee until the battery packed up at Bad Ischl. Tried
to telephone the boys at camp - but the jolly rotten fellows failed to find
the note. Had some beer, fell asleep in the car. [SEE TUESDAY FOR CONTINUING
SAGA] ---&gt;</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-07-31A">Tuesday 31st July</div></p>
<p>Woke up in the car (several times) - woke Ben up, who was on the ground
outside ?! Daylight (04:40) so we set off to drive to Altaussee. All going
well ... up to Potschen ... down again ... into Luppitsch but miss the short
cut turning, stall and the Crab is out - no push start this time ! So - walk
to Altaussee &amp; welly Nick &amp; Julian out of bed at ten to six. Well,
we had brekkers and rescued the car and made a mess in the campsite, then
someone mentioned caving and all the parties changed.</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-07-31B"><!-- same day --></div><div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-1">Eislufth&ouml;hle</a> 1623/106</div> <div class="trippeople">Nick &amp; Tony</div></p>
<p>I got the short straw and ended up in the caving team. (Andy asked me to
mention that he carried the Bluewater up to the cave.) I'm writing this in
Bar Fischer, looking across at this bird wearing tight white jeans ...
phew&nbsp;! God, I must concentrate. Got underground, rigged the snow slope with a
ladder, and belayed the B/W at the top of Plugged Shaft, using last year's
bolts. Then unfortunately, the rest of the shaft had totally altered from
last year. Despite less snow than ever seen before, it was arranged very
differently. The snow platform had disappeared. At least the first two
rebelays of last year are buried in about 4' of snow. More rebolting will be
needed, and we had no driver or anchors, hence lack of complete penetration
(LCP).</p>
<p>Walked off the plateau after a <div class="timeug">1 hour</div> trip. Whilst walking off, Tony
noticed the huge phreatic entrance passed on the walk in. Small passage led
off from back of above, possible draught, but semi-blocked by boulder -
should yield to a hammer and needs looking at.</p>
<p>Nick</p>
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After carrying B/W up for above abortion, <div class="trippeople">Andy</div> walked uphill to the right
of the col and found a large rift cave/phreatic tube affair which gave an
exciting 50m through trip. Altitude about 1750+m, 200m NE of col ?</p>
<p>[ sketch section ]</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-01A">Wednesday 1st August</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-2">Eislufth&ouml;hle</a></div>
<div class="trippeople">Andy, Tony and Ben</div></p>
<p>Underground by 11.15 Andy descended to a small hole in the ice where 1978
rebelay was wholly buried, descended to 1977 &quot;Snow Platform&quot; which wasn't,
and then back up to place a bolt. This was a pretty nasty job but eventually
was done and next rebelay was the obvious next stage - a brief Mars bar gonk
to inform Ben and Tony and off - next rebelay easy and good freehang but
then... Why does Plugged Shaft insist on comprehensively redesigning itself
every year ? Vast amounts of extra snow, and contact made with the opposite
wall of the shaft. Soon the next rebelay was needed but god knows where
Doug's bolt is hidden - ice everywhere ! At about -30m from the last bolt,
large, freehanging crumbling ice-stals adorn the far wall. These will have
to be shifted somehow as they look lethal - similar formations on the near
wall fall at a touch. A started looking for a good place to put another bolt
but all the right places were covered in ice or looked manky rock or both.
Other possibilities would cause rubbing further down so the explorer slowly
ascended looking for more places to rebelay but found nothing but snow and
ice - some of it descending rapidly. Vocal contact with T &amp; B suggested that
they exit while A bolted - then lighting failure, an inability to find a
good bolt placement, a powerful desire for a crap, a severe pain in the sit
harness, low flying ice from Tony's boot and great demoralisation determined
A to follow out - More Mars bars - Much Discussion - No Progress - Tony
heads for col, Andy for a grike and Ben to have a look at the underground
scenery.</p>
<p>&quot;Underground scenery&quot; - I'll see nicer scenery when they put me
just 6 feet under in a wooden box ! Went down, took ages passing the first
rebelay, got to the second which was a bit taut since Andy had left his
tockle bog on the bottom of the rope so I came back out, First impressions
pretty bad.</p>
<p>Summary so far: Progress minimal, motivation negligible. A</p>
<p>even Less Coital Penetration</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-02A">Thursday 2nd August</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-3">Eislufth&ouml;hle</a></div> <div class="trippeople">Nick Julian</div></p>
<p>Having camped the previous evening at the col we were underground by 7.00
am. Got about 15m below the last rebelay in Plugged Shaft and placed an airy
bolt on the left hand wall - no ledges in sight.</p>
<p>15-20m below this we found one of last year's bolts and so rigged the
final section of Plugged Shaft. Thrashed on down, rigging as we went until
we reached the top of the 55m pitch. As we wanted to put a bolt in at the
bottom, Julian decided that this was a job for someone with a wetsuit, so
Nick descended to do the necessary. He rigged the final section of the pitch
from the bolt but then couldn't find the natural belay for the Balcony Pitch
so he left it. Prusiked out in just under <div class="timeug">2 hours</div> arriving at the surface
around about 2.00 pm.</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-03A">Friday 3rd August</div></p>
<p><div class="trippeople">Nick and Julian</div> walked into the advance camp with some more supplies
after a morning's festering. Had a scenic walk back via Kratzer valley.
Several holes giving forth howling very cold draughts were noted. Most had
been already numbered or else they quickly became too tight / choked. One
particularly inviting one was marked 9 &#143; (circle with a dot in it) or
something like that. The valley rejoined the conventional walk back on the
near side of the 'huts'. Met Tone on the walk back, just fresh out of 106
(see below) and back to the caf&eacute; at the top of the toll road for a beer...
and a thunderstorm. Drove down to the campsite to find ... Andy C. waiting
for us.</p>
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<div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-4">Meanwhile underground ...</a></div>
<div class="trippeople">Ben, Tony, Andy</div></p>
<p>After a wet sleepless night (the thunderstorm, I mean) three of us got
underground about 8 am. Rerigged Follow-through Shaft. Tony went out when
he'd got to the top of the 15/35m. Ben and Andy continued down. Rigged
Balcony with a piece of Marlow. Ladder on Overhanging Boulder Pitch. After
this we followed a small stream to the left, traversing above it on very dry
muddy ledges. Reached a 15m pitch. Andy put a bolt in which resulted in a
superb free hang, just clearing the wall all the way down. At the bottom the
place enlarged to a flat floor with a stream cut into it. Upstream it soon
became too thrutchy. Downstream we traversed above the stream to reach
another pitch. This was Mars Bar paper tested, and thought to be directly
above the Gents. Went back and tried to rig the 20m pitch. However, the rope
only reached the second bolt so we came back out. Andrew lost his carbide
and all his lights went out so I left him. <div class="timeug">Time 10&frac12; hrs.</div></p>
<p>Ben.</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-04A">Saturday 4th August</div></p>
<p>Festered all day</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-05A">Sunday 5th August</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-5">Eislufth&ouml;hle</a></div> <div class="trippeople">Nick Julian</div></p>
<p>Took the attractive route down to the Fiesta Run rigging the 10m pitch
into the Gents off a bolt. Put another bolt at the head of the last pitch
reached last year and descended a 3m pitch to an obvious traverse level. A
15m traverse led to the head of a broken 15m pitch. A free climb down
brought us to the base of an aven with a vadose canyon leading off at the
far side. After 30m of traversing. another bolting job was called for. A 5m
drop landed on a large ledge. Yet another bolt was placed and we descended
15m to the floor. A very small vadose canyon (2m high, 0.5m wide) was
followed for approximately 30m till it broke out in the side of a large
aven, about 15m off the floor. The stream, which had been left at the last
pitch reached last year, could be heard entering down the aven. Most of the
draught went with the stream. <div class="timeug">Time taken 9 hrs.</div> Depth reached approx 400m.</p>
<p>To prevent too many club members blowing neurons in attempting to
describe which pitch they have descended, it has been decided by the cretins
that be to number the pitches.</p>
<dl>
<dt>Plugged Shaft<dd>1
<dt>Saved Shaft<dd>2
<dt>Follow-through Shaft<dd>3
<dt>P15 &amp; P35<dd>4
<dt>P10<dd>5
<dt>P55 &amp; P5<dd>6
<dt>Balcony Pitch<dd>7
<dt>P7<dd>8
<dt>P15<dd>9
<dt>P10 (Gents' pitch)<dd>10
<dt>Fiesta Run<dd>11
<dt>P35 &amp; P30<dd>12
<dt>P25 &amp; P20<dd>13
<dt>P25<dd>14
<dt>P20<dd>15
<dt>P5<dd>16
</dl>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-05B">Sunday 5th August</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle">Prospecting on the Plateau</div> - <div class="trippeople">Tony + Andy C</div></p>
<p>Ben drove us up the Toll Road before going off to collect Simon + Simon.
From there we strode manfully up to the col camp before dumping some gear at
the large cave entrance visible on the return from 106 about halfway back to
the col. Collected some bits of Tony's gear from 106 and on the return
stumbled across a deep sounding shaft just off the marked route about 100
yds from 106. We returned to the large entrance and Tony set to at a rock
blocking the previously located passage beyond. After a couple of minutes we
broke through and Tony thrutched through in his shorts, T-shirt and carrying
his emergency electric light - found chamois skeleton in stooping height
phreatic tube which ended in a small cosy chamber after 50 feet. Andy then
attacked another entrance further along the cliff face, which was draughting
intermittently; dug through some loose rubble to enter a phreatic passage
similar to the previous one - but about 3m wide, flat floored and minus the
chamois remains. After about 40 feet a boulder fall split the passage. The
left hand dropped 3 feet to a boulder-choked depression then led up through
a boulder pile in the [looks like 'rough']. which Andy ascended as far as he
dared - about 15 feet - some ice in the roof. The R H lead at the boulder
fall led to the same boulder pile into the roof, which choked similarly.
Emerged with chilly hands after around ten minutes poking around. Tony
wisely decided not to enter, either because the entrance was awkward or more
probably because it was bloody cold and he wasn't wearing a wetsuit.</p>
<p>We then packed up the gear and trundled off to the promising looking
shaft found earlier on near 106. Sun by now blazing down. Andy spent the
first 10 minutes bolting the entrance while Tony fiddled around with his
chest harness and other bits of ironmongery. Rigged the pitch with a 50m
length of Interalp - Tony descended in T-shite and shorts, kicked away some
snow about 20 feet down, decided it was a wetsuit job and prusiked out,
lacerating knees en route !</p>
<p>Andy then descended to a ledge about 45-50' down, then returned to the
surface. Tony, having donned the necessary protective gear abseiled down
beyond the ledge through a narrower slit down to the bottom, which had no
exit. Prussicked back to above the ledge where a short traverse to the right
led to a 25 ft pitch with a possible continuation along the rift. Returned
to surface for reappraisal. Andy then descended to the bottom (of what was
about a 75 ft shaft) came back up to look at the side passage and returned,
considering it not worth pursuing. We thrutched around amongst surface holes
for a while before encountering Nick and Julian on their return from 410m of
106.</p>
<p>What an entertaining and pleasant day.</p>
<p>Tony.</p>
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<div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-6">Eislufth&ouml;hle</a> 1623/106</div> <div class="trippeople">Ben + Andy</div></p>
<p>Due to Julian's late arrival to tell us that there was no tackle at 106,
we aborted the evening walk up and chopped the 110m rope in two. 5 am start
saw us underground by 8.30 (ugh !). Fairly quick even with 3 tackle bags
down to HotGK, then slower as the traversing progressed. Traversing seemed
easier than last year to Fiesta Run (very horrible). Then N &amp; J's 3m pitch -
obvious that new bolt needed - Ben feeling cool after a few minutes so him
to bolt. Andy set off to look for more protectors, bolts etc. on yesterday's
route. Down the 5/10 to a large chamber, free climb down to ante-chamber,
interesting hole up in left wall. Descending traverse to another pitch -
still no tackle in sight so down 5m - aha ! a can and a tackle bag - quick
nip down the next 15m for a brief look - uninspiring and then out - very
much more strenuous and horrific ascender slip of the top 5m pitch back to
Ben - bolt finished - just waiting for hanger. Replaced Marlow by 45m
Interalp - rebelay and Ben abseils into the unknown. One small rub, then
thrutchy - then - FREE ! 30m in an expanding shaft to a ledge, a few more
metres to a second ledge with a cross rift descending for a further 30m ?
Rift getting wider to left under a rock bridge and remarkable pinnacle of
limestone, Obvious rebelay needed - less obvious best place to put it: far
wall to the left best - and most difficult ! Ben ascends, Andy descends for
a look ferrying tackle bag / bolting gear down. A couple of stones lobbed
suggest a landing in a pool with rift continuing to left - possibly a
further drop. A belayed gear and then Tempus Fugit forced exit. Long slog
out with lots of ascender slippage including a certain amount of free fall
by Andy despite very frequent toothbrush stops. Up to HotGK OK and not too
long to get out - <div class="timeug">total 11 hr trip</div> to -385m. Rather dim walk back to col -
and quite dark back to caf&eacute; - finally hit Bar Fischer at 10pm in time for
four beers.</p>
<p>Andy</p>
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<p><div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-7">Eislufth&ouml;hle</a></div> <div class="trippeople">Two Simons</div> <div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-07A">7 August</div></p>
<p>What was to be a showabout trip for SK rapidly turned into a minor
derigging operation from the very bottom after a few beers.</p>
<p>Up by 6:30 underground 10 O'Clock after not much breakfast. Down to
Fiesta Run. Tried to find J&amp;N's pitches but failed, instead following
A&amp;B's pitch to the ledge - very impressive. (Forgetting to mention
rerigging the Gents' pitch with new IA).</p>
<p>Slow exit with near fatal [no bullshit] ascender slippage on pitch before
the Gents.</p>
<p>Experienced total ascender failure of CMI on way out. Had to continue on
botched up Petzl system. Eventually exitted at 9.45 followed by SK one hour
later.</p>
<p>Began to shiver and feel nauseous (not nauseating). Managed to crawl back
to col and was promptly violently sick after drinking some water. Staggered
into tent and fell into a fitful sleep.</p>
<p>Not a very useful trip but slow exit can be justifiably blamed on
apallingly slippy ropes and pathological ascenders.</p>
<p>S F---&gt;</p>
<div class="timeug"><!-- SF 11&frac34; hrs; SK 12&frac34; hrs --></div>
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<p><div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-99-1">H&ouml;hle 99</a></div> <div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-07B">August 7th</div> <div class="triptitle">Tony and Andy</div></p>
<p>Having been informed of the existence of 99 - about 100 yards away from
106 and draughting strongly, reached the plateau at about midday and
promptly disappeared - both of us - into the clints for a grande burundi -
followed at intervals by other offerings throughout the afternoon.</p>
<p>After a superficial examination, rigged the first 25' or so with a
ladder, or two, Andy descended and examined the draughting lead through an
icy orifice, followed by Tony who bolted the pitch head and froze up his
[???] ! Andy [???]ed the pitch with 50m of IA then descended down a snow
slope for about 40', whence the shaft turned slightly - a convenient rebelay
at a later date. Continued to the bottom - on first glance choked with
boulders and not producing any draught. The draught roared out of a vertical
fissure just above the apparent bottom of the pitch - impossible to get
through unless you [ four illegible words ]. Emerged into the bright light
of day after about &#190; hour. Tony then descended, between clint walking
activities, checked the impossibility of penetrating the draughting slot
(through which could be seen a 10&deg; slope down from right to left, ice
covered) and went down to examine the choke below; dropped a pebble which
suggested depth below so removed loose small boulders until only one large
block was left perched above what appears to be about 20 ft down to a ledge
and a further 20-30 ft beyond. This boulder will be moved, when 106 is empty
just in case a connection is possible, in order to pursue this dry old route
which may be considered to be draughting.</p>
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<p>Plodded down to last pitch of last year. Julian then went off and
derigged the dry route whilst I bolted the rebelay for the twelfth.
Descended 30m in damp rift to an 'under over' (go over; the under's wet).
Almost immediately occurs a 50m pitch, split once. At the bottom is a 5m
free climb as the shaft levels out. Next is a pitch of about 20-25m. The
belays are both natural, but the backup is a little near the lip of the
pitch (be warned). From the bottom a large platform is the takeoff to a
pitch of about 20m. These pitches are a little damp, especially after rain.
Total depth ~500m at least. <div class="timeug">Time ~ 8 hrs.</div></p>
<p>Nick</p>
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<div class="trippeople">Andy and Tony</div> <div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-08B">8th August</div></p>
<p>Departed from the surface at about 11.00, starting to rain, with the
intention of continuing the survey to grade V (sic) standard, below the bolt
in Follow-through shaft, which we reached after about 2 hours, including
farting around on rebelays, farting around trying to use the compass - clino
- measuring tape, and sundry stinky gonks.</p>
<p>Eventually commenced surveying - measured the drop from the bolt to the
false floor at the bottom of Follow-through -10.8 metres, and surveyed the
small chamber at the bottom. Clino then packed up, as did enthusiasm and a
swift exit was made, J and N pursuing us on the way.</p>
<p><div class="timeug">Time ~ 5 hours</div> - Andy</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-09A">Thursday 9th August</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle">Altaussee G&ouml;sserH&ouml;hle</div> <div class="trippeople">Ben Andy (till 6.00 pm) Simon K Simon F Nick Tony
Andy C Julian</div></p>
<p>Entered just after midday and steadily downed the pot. Some jacking
noises were made around 2.00 pm after we had finished two, but the
motivation of the more experienced members of the party saw the team through
a bad spell. Pausing only to leer at the pretties, the 4th, 5th and 6th were
soon finished and at 6.00 pm Andy W and Ben had to exit because of other
commitments. The rest of the team forged on down the 7th but had to stop
shortly afterwards for a food gonk. Heckling a harassed Austrian waiter
produced the necessary results: egg mayonaise, Wiener Schnitzel, ice cream
and another beer. By 9.30pm it was clear that some members of the team were
feeling the effects of a particularly long and tiring trip: clumsiness,
difficulty in focusing and the need to shout to make oneself heard all
pointed towards this. The meet leader therefore, wisely decided to exit
before terminal symptoms set in: vomiting, inability to raise oneself from a
prone position etc. Nearly fell into another pot on the way back. Time taken
10 hours. Depth reached 30 litres. A damn fine trip.</p>
<p>Beats any Reininghaush&ouml;hle for pretties.</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-10A">10th August</div> <div class="trippeople">Ben + Andy</div> - <div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-10">106</a></div></p>
<p>After retreating after the 6th, Ben and Andy got up to the col as night
fell, staggering slightly on the way. It all looked set for a brilliant star
studded night. At 1 am, both were awoken by gales and lashing rain. The tent
leaked, tried to take off etc. etc. producing a particularly uncomfortable
night. Were due to get up at 5 but jacked due to the wind. Eventually got
underground at 9 am intending to hit the 600m level. Unfortunately it was a
bit wet underground and after reaching the free 15m pitch it was decided the
new pitches would be too wet so we jacked. Washed the 15m rope, took out a
piece of Marlow and a piece of hawserlaid.</p>
<p><div class="timeug">Time 6 hrs</div></p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-10B">10th August</div> <div class="trippeople">Tony, Andy C and Simon K</div> - <div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-99-2">99</a></div></p>
<p>What a stinking day ! Enthusiasm unfortunately overtook common sense and
with Andy lugging 82 metres (yes 82 !) of Interalp we raced up to the
plateau to change rather unhappily in low cloud and drizzle. The wetsuits,
previously left at 106 to freshen themselves, lived up to their name and
caused some discomfort which was accentuated by hanging around in a very
cold pot. Tony went down first, happy to get below the draught and snow
(into which the end of the rope had frozen pretty solidly) in the hope of
moving the obstructive boulder whilst Andy put in another bolt half way down
the shaft. Needing a lifeline to be protected against a head first lob Tony
sat around waiting for Andy so that we were both frozen by the time progress
could be made. The boulder eventually had to be pushed creating a wonderful
noise as it dropped 12 feet to a boulder strewn ledge. Tony then free
climbed down and eventually calling for Andy's assistance the boulder was
pulled back from its position on the top of a longer pitch. Extreme cold led
to a return to the surface after the next pitch had been observed to
corkscrew cleanly away for at least 30-40 feet. Everybody was feeling
miserable though progress looked hopeful and we jacked through more dismal
rain.</p>
<p>PS. Simon K festered coldly on the surface throughout and sensibly
resisted the tempting offer of a tourist trip.</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-11A">Saturday 11th August</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle">Rained</div></p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-12A">Sunday 12th August</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle">Rained</div></p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-13A"><a id="id1979-76-11">Monday 13th August</a></div></p>
<p>Didn't rain, therefore:</p>
<p><div class="triptitle">Eislufth&ouml;hle</div> <div class="trippeople">Julian, Andy W (taking photos),
Ben, Simon F, Nick (pushing team)</div> with all five of us derigging. Yes,
derigging, initially because we thought we were running out of time, and
could only afford one more push and, as it turned out, because the pot ended
of its own accord.</p>
<p>An early start saw the pushing trio soon reaching the 15th pitch, whilst
the other two plodded on down taking piccies at various places. The short
rope on the 15th was changed for one that reached, and Nick descended.
Trooped off down a very high and wide rift, well supplied with boulders,
including some 'deads' in the roof, if you see what I mean.</p>
<p>The floor sloped down gently, with the stream flowing just under the
boulder floor. Ominous black mud started to cover the rock. The head of a
short pitch was soon reached and the drop tests confirmed with a loud
booming splash that a sump was in the offing. Bolted and descended the pitch
(5m) to ankle deep mud covering boulders, and a large, long, deep lake of a
sump pool - an interesting moment for all concerned. Andy and Julian arrived
and photographed the place to pieces (I hope).</p>
<p>All five of us then started to derig. Then as the cold water pounded down
the pitches, tackle hauls got tangled, tempers got frayed and the weight of
equipment increased, we all began to realise what a shag the derig was going
to be.</p>
<p>With each of us earning hero points of doubtful validity, we eventually
got all the gear above the Hall of the Greene King, spat over our shoulders
and left the place. <div class="timeug">Trip times varied between 14 and 16 hours.</div></p>
<p>Thank god its over. The exhaustion at the time outdid the sense of
achievement, but we'll grow to appreciate it.</p>
<p>Nick.</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-14A">Tuesday 14th</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-12">Eislufth&ouml;hle</a> Derig.</div> <div class="trippeople">Tony Baroni, Andy C, SKellet</div></p>
<p>Blatted down to top of HotGK with wierd fantasies about derigging whole
lot. Discovered that the tackle bags are f...ing heavy, esp Andy who was
dumb enough to carry the huge yellow TB. SK got jammed in over Keg Series
and swore mightily, also leaving his knee pads and most of his knees here.
Everyone took ages on Plugged, with many slipped ascenders and more
swearing. Eventually removed 3 TBs + ammo cans. Got charged by cattle on way
back - bravely repelled [???]</p>
<p><div class="timeug">Time ~~ 6 hrs</div></p>
<p>Simon K</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-15A">Wednesday 15th August</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-76-13">Eislufth&ouml;hle</a></div> <div class="trippeople">Nick, Simon F, Ben, Julian, Andy C, Tony</div></p>
<p>More derigging. Simon F, Ben, Nock straight (?) out with vast amounts of
tackle, Julian following derigging. Ben's CMI and light met their respective
makers half way up Plugged Shaft accompanied by some very unchristian
language and Julian met Tony and Andy C at the second rebelay to help tackle
hauling. All over in 6&#189; hours, then to the serious business of carrying
the gear back to the Bergrestaurant. All back by 6.00 pm amd so to the Kitzer
Hotel for food and Fischer's for fizzy wine and beer.</p>
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<div class="triptitle"><a id="id1979-99-3">99</a></div> <div class="trippeople">Simon K</div></p>
<p>Only problem, I hear, was removing the rock anchors from the wall. (Who
is this man ?)</p>
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<p><div class="tripdate" id="t1979-08-16A">Thursday 16th August</div></p>
<p><div class="triptitle">The end !</div> Nick, Andy C and Julian to col to pick up the remaining gear.
Rest of day spent swimming, packing, sunbathing and driving home.</p>
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<p>L.C.P.</p>
<dl>
<dt>28th<dd>Julian Hovercraft
<dt>29th<dd>Ben Breakdown
<dt>30th<dd>Ben Breakdown
<dt>31st<dd>Nick Lack of Penetration
<dt>1st<dd>Andrew Lack of Penetration
<dt>2nd<dd>Not awarded
<dt>3rd<dd>Not awarded
<dt>4th<dd>Not awarded
<dt>5th<dd>Not awarded
<dt>6th<dd>Simon K Rice chef
<dt>7th<dd>Simon F (w)Retched performance
<dt>8th<dd>Simon K Ticket
<dt>9th<dd>Simon K Travellers cheques
<dt>10th<dd>Ben Irresponsive
<dt>11th<dd>Not awarded
<dt>12th<dd>Not awarded
<dt>13th<dd>Simon F (w)Retched performance
<dt>14th<dd>Simon K Unbedded, Baa ! look at that Chamois + assorted
cock-ups (Primus stove, map, getting stuck, 'sprained' ankle etc. etc.)
<dt>15th<dd>Not awarded
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<p>At an informal meeting of an ad hoc LCP committee the overall expedition
LCP was unanimously awarded to Simon K. Glowing references were made to the
high degree of incompetance maintained by this individual and he was
presented with a packet of rubbers to ensure his line continues no further.
League tables were as follows</p>
<ul>
<li>Simon K 4
<li>Ben 3
<li>Simon F 2
<li>Julian 1
<li>Nick 1
<li>Andy W 1
<li>Tony 0 \
<li>Andy C 0 } relegated
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