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<h1>Expo 2024</h1>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-10z">2024-07-10</div>
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<div class="trippeople">Becka, <u>Philip S</u>, </div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Dentist and Amazon</div>
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Becka went to the dentist (temporary filling) and then up the hill.
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8kg of mashed potato and 2.5kg of milk powder arrived via amazon.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-06a">2024-07-06</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>waite</u>,Charlotte,Jacob C,philips,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Basecamp - Setup day 1</div>
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Arrived in the afternoon and got keys from gasthof. Fridge full of other people's beer sadly. Picked up Philip S from the station and set up outside tarp and bier tent. Bier tent missing it's door ATM with a tarp rigged instead??????? Where has it gone ? Who knows?????? Gas hose fell off burner whilst cooking dinner, large plume of flame in bier tent but crisis averted
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-06b">2024-07-06</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip Sargent</u>,Charlotte,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Bad Aussee - Shopping trip</div>
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I was walking into town from the station (from Vienna this morning) when I was intercepted by Charlotte and taken shopping at the big Billa, thence to [otato hut, nerding etc. Hot day, sunny,not rain.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-07a">2024-07-07</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>PhilipS</u>,Charlotte,Waite,Jacob,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">topcamp - First visit to top camp</div>
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Charlotte, James W and Jacob C going for a first carry to top camp to look at amount of snow etc., departed Gasthof at 11:00 expected back about 20:00. They are not taking the new top camp tarp up this time - it weighs 21 kg.
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Post script
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James, Charlotte and Jacob found top camp with minimal snow around. Route from carpark onto hill is
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blocked by large concrete block. Route can be found going round the right hand side but maybe not
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possible with building work happening. Otherwise route up hill on left of carpark at bottom end takes
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you up the hill and then a right turn by the big building on the left takes you back to original
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route. Cairned route up from col to top camp. Broke into storage cave and removed bits and bobs for
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an hour or so and stored them in stony . Got cooker running and cooked some pasta. Found a mouldy
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container of tortellini (act with care) . Walked down and placed some reflectors on the walk back.
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Got to carpark at 18:30 . A very damp day out.
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Karin and Hilde came and said hello.
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Tarp is partly up at <em>side</em> of hut as there was a caravan parked there yesterday.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-08a">2024-07-08</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>PhilipS</u>,Julia,sieds,wassil,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Who went where</div>
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Everyone went up to the plateau except for Julia and Philip S. Wassil and Sieds arrived during the day.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-08b">2024-07-08</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Waite</u>,charlotte,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Top camp - Carrying</div>
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Carried the new tarp up to top camp today (25KG bag) rigged the tarp reasonably well. Water collection is started but needs rain. Storage cave emptied and some bits dried out.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-08c">2024-07-08</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Issac</u>,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">plateau - musings of a tired boy</div>
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I'll fill this out later, food has just been announced as being ready and I am bloody starving!
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Best,
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Isaac
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-08d">2024-07-08</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - To top</div>
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[Ed. date fixed using git commit records.]
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[Ed. date fixed from logbook entry page (it is supposed to be at the bottom of the page)]
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[Zac, that's not the only thing it does! I have sent you a list of background reading for you to get on top of before you do this sort of thing.]
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-09a">2024-07-09</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Sieds,Wookey,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Basecamp - Nerd *</div>
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Sieds has graduated (demoted?) to supernerd. Wookey spent a couple of hours last night failing to get
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the scanner working with Debian, and Philip was tearing his hair trying it with Ubuntu and Windows
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this morning.
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Sieds calmly checked the online documentation, did the three-fingered salute to reset the firmware on the scanner, and it worked.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-09b">2024-07-09</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>waite</u>,jacob,issac,charlotte,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">fishface - collecting rope</div>
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no reflectors left on spits.
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4th pitch left rigged
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With major Faff we set off from top camp towards Fishface to collect rope that had been left there
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last year. Our bags were very heavy with lots of ropes, hangers and all our caving kit to get to the
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store of ropes at the bottom of the 4th pitch. James and Jacob found the cave with minimal snow and
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cleared and flattened it whilst Charlotte kitted up to go in and rig.Jacob hadn't brought a chest
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harness to expo so some macguyvering of a sling was in order. Rigging went smoothly past the chossy
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death pitch and tasteful noods until we got to the icy tube pitch. Charlotte rigged the wrong way
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here as the topo from Jonty had confused hiltis for expansions. Cue an hour of going down the wrong
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pitch and then back up and fruitful searching for hiltis (unreflectored). Charlotte found the nright
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bolts and eventually the rest of us got into a group shelter and started singing, hugging, shivering
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and eating flapjack to stay warm. We even wrote a new verse of Hard Caver.
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The plateau is perfect for caving they say
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as long as you find them and don't lose your way
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we went down to fishface to collect all the rope
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but missed half the bolts and we lost all our hope
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.....
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Eventually we heard rope free and quickly made our way down to the rope store at the bottom. As I
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passed the deviation at the bottom my light decided it didn't want to work anymore meaning i had to
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use my spare which fortunatly was around my neck! Large tacklebags were filled up with large
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quantities of rope which then were prussiced out by this years expos first and keenest cavers. we
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emerged after much fighting with bags (charlotte really likes having three bags whilst derigging) to
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a lovely evening with the sun just having set, and enjoyed a relaxing walk back to top with the milky
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way looking over us. (The walk was much less relaxing for me as the spade handle kept getting caught
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on things and tried to kill me multiple times).
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-09c">2024-07-09</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Ruairidh,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Ruairidh arrived</div>
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by train
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-09d">2024-07-09</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Philip B,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - COVID</div>
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Philip B should have been arriving today but has caught covid from NSS in USA, so staying in Salzburg for a few days.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-10a">2024-07-10</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,charlotte,waite,philip s,jacob,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Bread Making</div>
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With an afternoon of festering well on the way after arriving back from our FF rope
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retrieving trip yesterday, it was decided that I should try my hand at bread making.
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Holding a degree in International Relations from Aberystwyth University, I was deemed
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the perfect candidate for checking if the instructions were indeed 'idiot proof'.
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Holding a Masters degree in International Relations from Aberystwyth University I was
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of course delighted to find the 'Numpty Dumpty makes a loaf of bread' edition of the
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instructions.
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<p>
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After initial faff with finding and setting up the equipment an opportunity was
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identified to time how long it would in fact take for me to wrap my head around the
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guide, and get a loaf of bread started in the machine. A stopwatch was started and I
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continued.
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Regrettably the faff continued. Notable moments include setting 20ml of water out in
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the sun to warm enough to activate the yeast, and indeed going down an internet forum
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rabbit hole to try to decipher how much water to add to about a third of a packet of
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yeast in the first place. A heated debate also arose from the instructions regarding
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the stirring implement for the bread mixer. In absence of a wooden or plastic spoon I
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elected to use the *cleaned* plastic handle of a sharp knife. Before I could enact my
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plan however I was hurriedly halted by Phil, insisting I used the special tool which
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apparently exists to stir the bread. This tool takes the form of a plastic knife. A
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plastic knife is of course not the wooden or plastic spoon noted in the specification
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for the bread making machine, and despite my pleas that between the two they are so
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similar that stirring potential would not differ, I eventually yielded, trusting in the
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experienced guidance that the knife would produce the best results.
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On to the results though, the bit you are all interested in. After dutifully waiting
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the three and a half hours, the bread was extracted. Slicing it up, samples were
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distributed. I'll leave it to the quotes to put together the picture of how it went.
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Trying the bread first, Phil came out with "It's not mixed very well, there are dense
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lumps of salt in it". Under usual circumstances this would not be too bad, however the
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quote was accompanied with a deliberate journey to the door of the tatty hut and
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beyond. The bread's final resting place we can only guess at, but it is alluded to
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being the bush outside.
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Upon Mr. Waite trying the bread second he ended up lying on the floor, claiming the
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bread was "so dense I had to lie down". When I made a move to pretend to kick James on
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the way past he responded "please don't make it come up, I don't want to taste it
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twice!" It was at this point when Jacob chimed in with the tactful comment "I couldn't
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even finish mine", adding "I feel nauseous" for good measure.
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I do not know how it says more about (my bread, the others or Charlotte) but her
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comment was "I thought it was actually quite nice". So there you go, idiosyncratic
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taste buds or an unwavering commitment to politeness? I'll let you decide.
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In the end I took this episode as an omen, deciding to call off my trip up the plateau
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early tomorrow morning. I was on the edge and this certainly seemed like the universe
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sending me a message. There is a silver lining though, and that is that I'll certainly
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never be asked to make bread again. Another afternoon drinking beer for me!
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Yours to the final Sump,<br>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-10b">2024-07-10</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Wassil</u>,Marie,Lara,Sieds,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">balcony - Rigging balcony entrance series</div>
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<p>We were tasked by Antony to rig the entrance series of Balkonhöhle so that he could go and rig
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Mongol Rally (presumably a more interesting rig).</p>
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<p>Obedient as we are, we agreed to the task and decided to make it a rigging learning expereince as
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<p>As we were the first people going to Balkonhöhle we had to add refelctors to the path, which we
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found by using the GPX track from essentials.</p>
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<p>At the entrance of the cave, I rigged the handline onto the balcony. We then got changed and
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prepared to go underground. As it was supposed to be learning experience, Sieds and Marie had
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priority on the rigging, supervised by Lara and me.</p>
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<p>As Sieds was geared up first, I took him to rig the first pitch. Midaway down the entrance series,
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Marie took over. She got to rig the large drippy pitch, which I was a bit jealous of.</p>
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<p>Around this time, Lara was getting a bit worried because of the storm that was forecast and the
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perceived increase in drip. For the sake of expediency, I rigged the last bit. At the bottom, we
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decided that it would be irresponsible to keep going and rig the traverse we were meant to.</p>
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<p>So we slowly made our way out of the cave, which wasn't very far, since we rigged a total a of
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139m of rope.</p>
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<p>The walk accross the plateau back to top camp was uneventful, except for the storm that was
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rapidly approaching. Luckily we made it back to camp 5 minutes before it started pouring.</p>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Becka,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Dentist and Amazon</div>
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Becka went to the dentist (temporary filling) and then up the hill.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-11a">2024-07-11</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Wassil</u>,Jono,Becka,Marie,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">garlic - Setting up Garlic Cave Camp</div>
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<p>It turns out that Garlic Camp is a really good idea. 1h58 from the car park, under 20 minutes from
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Homecoming, so I'll be spending more time there.</p>
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<p>In order to make that happen, Jono organised our small group to set up Garlic Camp. Before that
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could happen, some gear needed carrying to Balkonhöhle, which Becka tried to organise. Seeing that I
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was sceptical of the plan, she tried to appeal to my male ego by saying that she tought I the next
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big thing on expo. Marie was a bit easier to convince.</p>
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<p>At top camp, I edited the water collection system, hoping to make a system that is more robust and
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easier to replicate next year.</p>
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<p>Once Becka, Jono and Marie were back, we slowly made our way towards Homecoming via Fishface. At
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Homeconing we bumped into Charlotte, Lara, Wookey and James, who were just starting with the rigging
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of the Homecoming entrance series.</p>
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<p>From there, the walk to Garlic Camp was rather short, Jono claiming it was only 12 minutes,
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excluding the breaks taken.</p>
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<p>At Carlic Camp, we set up a water collection system, solar panels, and a tarp to protect the
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sleeping area. Further, we did some terraforming to make the space more livable.</p>
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<p>At around 17, Marie and Becka decided to make their way back to Top Camp. Shortly afterwars, Jono
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and me left for the car park. On the way to Homecoming, we caught up with Marie and Becka. Sadly, we
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had to say our goodbyes for the second time after we reached Homecoming.</p>
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<p>Image of the path to top camp from Homecoming</p>
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<p>The walk from Homecoming to the col was actually surprisingly pleasant and easier than the one from top camp. It could definitely become a trade route in the future.</p>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">1623-228 - 1623-114, 1623-81 , 1623-82, 1623-85, 1623-148. - Trying to identify entrances</div>
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I got an early lift up with Charlotte and went off on my own to check out <a href="/1623/228/228.html">1623-228</a> "Kleine Schnellzughoehle" where the survey looks suspiciously like <a href="/1623/114/114.html">1623-114</a> (Lost Hole) which I know visually looks very much like a smaller version of Schnellzughoehle.<p>
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I failed: the GPS position (fairly close to the Stoger Weg) is (2024) in completely impenetrable pine scrub. So either ArGE are incredibly hard, or the path has healed up since 2000, or they have recorded the wrong GPS position. I suspect that it is really the same as 114 and that they have the wrong GPS.
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It was horrid: lower altitude and lots of curious cows meant lots of flies, cow flies, horse flies, humid scratchy larchen. Nasty. So I went on to the next target which was to check out some entrances lacking photos on the near part of the plateau.
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I can say categorically that a GPS position is not sufficient to disambiguate entrances when there are 5 pits all within a few meters. One would need good photos and very clear descriptions. This is the case for 1623-81, 81b and 1623-82b. <a href="/1623/82/82.html">1623-82</a> 82 and 85 was easily identified because the paint and tag were in place. Ditto 148, but I failed with 289 too.
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<p>OK so lots of frustratingly similar photographs were take (with GPS coordinates in the EXIF data at least). My phone battery died with all the GPS work, and even with a spare battery pack it died again. So I took decided to get my exercise by walking up to top camp, having a coffee (nobody there). I left at about 14:00 and walked back.
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<p>The Berg Restaurant was not serving food, but beer was extremely welcome. As was the Austrian trio of double-base, accordion and base guitar which was serenading the just-off-work seilbahn station workers, who were tucking into roast pig, sauerkraut and potatoes. Very, very Austrian.
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<p>Got a lift back down the toll road to Alt Aussee with a multigenerational German family in a very small car: the granddaughter had to sit across Granny and my laps. This was a bit uncomfortable for all concerned s she was about 18.<p>
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Walked back to Bad Aussee. Had coffee having missed last bus.
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<p>Walked back to Gasthof. At which point I discovered Jono had driven down and if I had just stayed drinking beer I would have got a lift. Ho Hum.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-11c">2024-07-11</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>waite</u>,wook,lara,charlotte,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">homecoming - more naughty rope</div>
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We rigged the entrance to Homecoming and rigged ropes down to the up pitch. ropes after this were left insitu. wookey dissapeared behind us to play with his new toy (Sap6) he measured some pitches as far as the 4 bolt traverse at the bottom of radagast. We found the pile of rope at the bottom of the uprope to Propane Nightmares.
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These ropes had been left in a diabolical, abhorrent and disgusting state. They were left vaguely piled around the passage with knots still tied and with tangled ends and random extra knots, twists and fucked bits. Lara spat on the knots to try and untie one of them. We spent an hour untangling, untying, unfucking and coiling ropes. The clean ones were left daisychained whilst the fucked ones were coiled. The longest 4 fucked ropes were dragged out without tackle sacks! grrrrrrrrrrrrr
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new verse of hard caver
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the rope in homecoming was left in a tip
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i think it caused charlotte to finally flip.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-11d">2024-07-11</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Anthony</u>,Sieds,Ruairidh,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Balkon - Rigging</div>
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Set off with the intention of rigging as far as Hangmans if time permitted. I felt a bit ropey, and this sensation did not subside once we started caving. Ruairidh attempted to fettle the entrance rig a bit, and we extended the existing handline on the approach to Natural Highs. At the pitch by Natural Highs I was still feeling nauseous, so elected to turn round. This was a good move as I was even slower than usual on the way out, finding myself sitting gazing into space for minutes on end at various points. Ruairidh and Sieds got as far as rigging the traverse to the head of Honeycomb before heading out.
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TU is a guess - two hours less for me
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-11e">2024-07-11</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>,Charlotte Payne,Lara Bartleet,James Waite,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming (359) - Rigging in</div>
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<p>[Main write-up above - This is Wook's writeup of his somewhat separate trip]</p>
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<p>Long walk over from Stone Bridge with all our gear, cairning and reflectoring on the way.</p>
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<p>Dropped gear and went to look at Garlic cave (first visit for me) and grab some gear</p>.
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<p>James rigged in, whilst the rest of us sat in the sunshine and got
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changed slowly. So slowly in fact that he reappeared after about an
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hour for the second bag of rope that no-one had delivered. Oops - we
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are bad assistants.</p>
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<p>The others headed down and I stayed at the back doing a rigging
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resurvey, to get good rope lengths and an accurate rigging guide, as
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the one we had was a bit vague. Spent a long time measuring both bolt
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drops and rope lengths and knot types (and then later on the surface
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measured how much rope various knot flavours use) in order to get
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accurate lengths. This is quite tricky to do solo on longer pitches,
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but my new SAP6 seemed to work, so that was good.</p>
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<p>I had forgotten my main light batteries somehow so was on my Fenix
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backup, and after a while I realised as I had no spare battery for the
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Fenix and thus no light whatsoever if I had light or battery failure,
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and was in a cave I'd never been in before with no real idea of where
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to go, and I'd not seen anyone else for about 2hours, maybe I should
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stop faffing about and catch up with the others. This is exactly the
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sort of thing we tell people not to do in Austria :-)</p>
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<p>Got a bit confused at an apparent dead-end before finding the
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up-pitch rope, and soon enough was dropping a big pitch where I found
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the others coming up, with a pressie in the form of a bagless dirty
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rope to extract from the cave. Spent 40mins(!) undoing a knot in one
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of the left ropes.</p>
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<p>This cave seems notably devoid of floor after the first few
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pitches. Out after a very civilised 4hrs, with a tedious slog back
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-12a">2024-07-12</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>jw</u>,charlotte,lara,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">garlic - thunderstruck</div>
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we walked to garlic from top and fettled the tarps and kit. then thunder, lightning and lotsa of rain struck. we dealt with this by laying down and trying to sleep under the tarp. we ended up using a bivi bag as a duvet and had a book reading session until the rain had passed. was very warm and lovely.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-12b">2024-07-12</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Becka</u>,Marie,RM,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Balkonhoehle - Rigging Honeycomb</div>
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Zero stoke for this trip and a crack of 11am start saw us heading down with the 2 bags of rope to rig
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Mongol Rally plus associated hardware and some kit to keep us warm, safe and happy. The 2024 rig of
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the entrance pitch felt unfamiliar - below the first ledge, the next rebelay had me stood under a
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drip on the right wall on a lower ledge with a tensioned traverse line that Anthony had rigged
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yesterday, heading over to the Y-hang for the main, long hang. I removed the rebelay, ignored the
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resultant mild rub (sorted later, no fear dear reader) and headed down.
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<p>Soon enough we were at the head of Honeycomb. Ruaridh and Marie immediately settled into their
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bothy and I was left to start rigging. Two minutes later, at 13.22 I heard the taps turn on. "It's a
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flood pulse, Ruaridh". This meant there'd be no point trying to get out in the next few hours. I
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headed down, past the 2nd Y-hang to the first single bolt Hilti spit rebelay. Such things are usually
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hidden by a nice, big hanger. Seen naked, it's smashed-in, cratered surround looked disconcertingly
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bad. And the air rushing from the roaring waterfall immediately below had me shivering. I turned tail
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and prussiked back up to add a thermal in the toasty bothy bag and collected the drill. This was
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Anthony's brand new drill, and a thing of beauty. Hammer and drill tethers with delightful, dinky
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screwgates plus baby snaplinks to clip them up. Drill bits carefully taped up to the right length. A
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blowing tube and even a spare spanner in case you were numpty enough to drop your first. The drill
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itself was nestled in foam padding then a dry bag that had, get this, no holes. It felt mean to him
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to be christening it.
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<p>
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Having added a bolt to the first single bolt rebelay it seemed sensible to add another to the next
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single bolt rebelay then I headed on down. Marie followed me with the Hangman's rope bag but said
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that Ruaridh was sick with stomach pains and was staying at the top. She had been keen to rig but the
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next pitch and hand-line turned out to be still in situ. Instead, she put in a new through bolt for a
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traverse line to the initial short pitch leading to Hangman's.
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<p>Having rigged down to the start of Hangman's we ferried our bags down then, unexpectedly, Ruaridh
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arrived. Despite a hacking cough and some strange smells he had managed to bring down one of the
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Mongol Rally bags which was impressive. I was, though, a bit less impressed that neither he or Marie
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had brought down any food, water, the stove, bothy or first aid kit so it seemed sensible to call the
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trip and head on out.
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<p>Ruaridh was suffering on the exit but we plodded out a reasonable pace, Marie and I had noodles at
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the base of the entrance to give the water more time to recede then I offered to head up first, being
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the only one who'd brought a kagoule.
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<p> The bottom third of the long drop (2nd one up) was the wettest where spray filled the shaft but
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it wasn't too bad so I whistled for the others then rigged the single bolt rebelay above the long
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drop Y-hang to remove the rub. We were all out by 10 so T/U 11 hours. Beautiful, moonlit and clear
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<div class="trippeople"><u>waite</u>,charlotte,lara,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">homecoming - silly james gets grumpy</div>
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i left my pantin on the surface and then got my feet wet going into the A lead at heifer.
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cue some grumpy rigging by myself and an early turnaround partway down strained by gravity.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-13a">2024-07-13</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>pb</u>,Jono,Isaac,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Garlic - Dropped gear at garlic and setup meshtastic</div>
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I set out to drop my gear at Garlic and setup some fixed nodes to test the meshtastic radios. We
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dropped the first radio at the Col, up the slope to the left as use enter the plateau. It was
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carefully hidden in a bunde. AT this point I set out for Garlic Cave while Jono and Isaac headed to
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Stone Bridge. <p>As we walked along, Jono and I chatted back and forth confirming the radios worked
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on the plateau and had the range to be useful. Finally, I arrived at Garlic Cave and dropped a fixed
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node above the cave and descended to look over the solar system. Meanwhile Jono setup a surface node
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at Stone Bridge. From inside each location, we were able to chat back and forth. No more need to
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leave the comfort of a sleeping bag to plan the day! <p>The Garlic solar system seems OK, pressing
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the green button enable the voltmeter and it showed about 14.5 volts.The USB A chargers are odd, the
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1A ones seem to charge my phone, the 2.5A ones didn't. My cigarette adapter USB A charger worked OK,
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but it felt a bit fiddly in the socket. At this point I headed for the Col, hoping to find the radio
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we thought James lost, since we saw it reporting a position on the Col-Garlic path. After a while
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James emerged from Homecoming and started chatting. We learned the radio was at homecoming and was
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reporting its location wrong. A mystery for another day. I was at the Car park by around 2130 and
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Jono and Isaac mode it back a little while later.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-13b">2024-07-13</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Jacob C</u>,Marie,Wassil,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">homecoming - Homechundering</div>
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Wassil and I wandered over to top camp to meet Marie in the early hours of the Saturday morning. The weather was unassuming and I felt brimming with eagerness to get underground having spent one day too many days festering at base camp.
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Having allocated half an hour at top camp we naturally faffed for an hour and a half before beginning the hopefully-not-too-painful walk to homecoming, bags heavily laden with rope, metalwork and caving gear galore.
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We arrived at the cave a little past one, Wassil went to gather more equipment from Garlic while we began packing rope at the entrance. We continued to faff till our hearts were content and weren't underground till gone three. The whole cave was rigged to the bottom of Gromit so, besides some futile arguing with our heavy tackle sacks on the traverses(oh and passing Charlotte, James and Lara on their way out), the descent went fairly quickly.
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<p>
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Stopping for a quick snack break at the end of the Gromit traverse, it became clear that Marie was quite worn out from all the awkward SRT and so it was decided that we should turn around after ten more minutes.
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<p>
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We stopped a short ways into "second coming"(just before the first traveres) and while I got the stove out to cook some noodles, Marie got a lesson in bolting. As the drill whirred away in the background I eagerly unpacked the cooking equipment: pan, lid, noodles, stove top and lighters what else would I need ... hmm ... the gas must just be hiding somewhere in this tackle bag ... hmmm ... must be a very small cylinder. Well, it turns out that EXPO hadn't invested in microscopic gas cans but rather I couldn't see it because it was still sitting comfortably somewhere at top camp, forgotten. This news hit Marie particularly badly who immediately began feeling nauseous and requested we leave the cave sooner rather than later.
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<p>
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The plan put into action was that Marie and I would begin prusiking out while Wassil finished bolting the traverse Marie that had started. I packed up to leave of course taking just the essentials: first aid kit, snacks, water and the spare drill batteries ... oops. By the time Wassil caught up to inform us that we had run of with his much needed spare batteries, Marie had taken a turn for the worse.
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<p>
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She had stopped at the top of Wallace to begin emptying the contents of her stomach onto the traverse below(luckily not directly onto Wassil's head) and was feeling very apprehensive about some of the pitches to come. We waited until she was finished retching to offer water and discuss plans, but with options limited the only thing left to do was to start the long arduous journey back to the surface.
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<p>
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Several more chunder stops were required on the way out, during which I also began to take a turn for the worse, but we eventually made it to the surface around 11pm. Outside a thick mist had enveloped the plateau casting doubt onto our ability to find our way across it. We got changed as fast as we could and at midnight made the admittedly dubious decision to set off for stoney bridge instead of the currently-max-capacity-but-much-(much!)-closer garlic cave.
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After around ten minutes of walking it became glaringly obvious we were not going to make it back to top camp. Marie was still throwing up and her balance had gotten worse with her state. Since Wassil was still feeling ok we decided on the very unappealing option that he would walk back to top camp, alone, and return with our sleeping gear so that we could wait out the night on the plateau.
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<p>
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Marie and I sat uncomfortably inside the bothy we had with us for around 2 hours, Marie regularly purging her stomach contents into a nearby grike, after which I grew worried that Wassil had not yet returned. Stumbling round the location of our camping spot(which I lovingly name "patient's retreat") I finally found a spot where my phone had signal. Chatting with Jono, We learned that Wassil had made it to top camp but was too worn out from the day to return to us so instead Wookey was on his way with food and bags.
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<p>
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around three in the morning we were greeted by the very welcome sight of a surprisingly cheery(considering the circumstances) Wookey strolling down the plateau towards us. He dropped off what we needed for the night, made sure we were ok and then headed back up to top camp. We each found relatively less spiky bits of rock to lie down on and tried to get some rest.
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In the morning, the warmth of the sun forced us out of from the dozy comfort of our sleeping bags and back into the reality of getting off this horrible lump of angry rocks. I dumped my sleeping bag in my bivvy outside homecoming and we began to make our way back to the Col at quarter to ten in the morning.
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<p>
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The Usually 1 hour Homecoming to Col walk was inflated to over 2 by the requirement for regular breaks, general sluggishness expected from two considerably unwell people and difficult nav on the currently un-reflectored route.
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We eventually made it back to the Col and then dragged ourselves down to the carpark arriving promtly at half one to be met by a relieved looking Jono and Phil B, who supplied us with energy tablets and chocolate.
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<p>
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Moral of the story - EXPO should invest in microscopic gas cylinder technology, there's some smart people here I'm sure they could figure something out.
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I'm going to bed now,
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-14a">2024-07-14</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ps</u>,Marie,Jacob,Wookey,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Heute ist Domstag</div>
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Delayed Onset Muscle Stiffness my walk up to StoneBridge a couple of days ago.
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A bit of a disturbance last night as Marie was a bit ill after coming out of a cave and could not make the walk back to camp and had to bivvy on the plateau with Jacob. Wookey took her a sleeping bag.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Jono</u>,balister,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - A stroll from afar</div>
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Today, I got to sit on my seat, relaxing outside, munching on chips, and sipping a Gösser, while Balister hiked up the Tressensteinwarte to see if we could get a signal on our new Meshtastic systems.
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This is the first step to enabling me to run the expo from the Tatty Hut 24/7. This is truly "Ultimate Power."
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<div class="trippeople"><u>PS</u>,JL,Marie,RM,Isaac,JC,PB,Sieds,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Basecamp - Who came down, and went up</div>
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Jacob, Marie came down (Phil B got them?) and Marie went to bed in the attic.
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<p>In the evening Phil B and Jono went up to play with radios and to find Isaac (who apparently had been taking more than 5 hours to get to Garlic with Sieds), Anthony & Ruairidh went up to stay at top camp. All in PB's car.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-15a">2024-07-15</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Lara</u>,James W,Issac,Charlotte,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">homecoming - Failed pushing but excellent sidequests</div>
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We set off from Garlic Camp to homecoming vaguely early in the morning which was a very welcome change, 20 minutes downhill walking which was lovely as long as you didn't think about the walk back up. Isaac had joined our motley crew the night before and was <em>very</em> excited for a big trip (read: scared to be beasted by Charlotte and James).
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While we were faffing at the entrance we ran into Wassil. The plan had been to use some of the rope we'd taken out of the cave from last year's leads and Wassil and co. had washed and brought back out the hill. Wassil told Charlotte they needed all the rope for second coming which put a bit of a dampener on the trip as we were pretty sure we didn't have enough to reach the watershed pushing front. Ah well, might as well get as far as we could.
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<p> Nothing very eventful happened in the entrance series; I shat myself mildly less on the traverse at the bottom of Grommit that the two previous times (progress!) and rewarded myself with a piss in the streamway. It was to be the first of many.
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We sadly continued on past the nice pile of rope and up the dodgy muddy rope that led to watershed. The best event in this section was that James refound my breaking-crab which I was extremely happy -and vaguely sentimental- about. James rebolted a scary corner traverse which made it 10% less scary. It went sandy crawl, sandy crawl, muddy crawl, muddy puddles interspersed with a few pitches till the top of Strained by Gravity.
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<p> Here Isaac, Charlotte and I waited for James to rig what we haden't got to two days before. James made some strange grunts and groans which we elected to ignore. In the meantime Charlotte read another chapter of our bedtime story (Into Thin Air) and Isaac told us about the trials and tribulations of his job. We eventually got the all clear and descended to find James annoyed as the pitch lengths and rope lengths aligned unsatisfactorily and he'd had to turn back for several missed deviations. His mood was not improved by having missed a chapter of story-time.
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<p> After another piss for bravery we continued to the many many metres of traverses. I was pleasantly surprised by how not scary it was, the mud was slippy but they weren't very exposed and sliding over on my knees eventually became fun.
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Many slidy sandy bits through flow-stone canyon led to the top of The Sound of Water which Isaac offered to re-bolt and rig. James and I took a group piss then cuddled to keep warm and made up verses to Hard Caver:
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<p> <em> We rigged in Homecoming for many a day
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<p> pirates stole our rope and for that they will pay
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<p> we slid down traverses, got covered in sand
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<p> then ran out of rope so the pushing got canned </em>
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<p> At this point we decided to turn around. Isaac produced the first iconic quote of the day, not three metres into prussicing: 'I want to kill myself'. I took another piss (at this point questioning how much water i must have drunk) and we let him get a head start out the traverses. We spent a faffy time surverying a side lead (a traverse leading off flowstone canyon). James got sketched out after 4 or so points and we headed off.
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<p> I realised i still had my jacket and hat on half way up Strained by Gravity and nearly expired of heat. At the top we met up with Isaac, collected the brew kit and headed on to the top of Sump Bypass where we ate some moderately sandy noodles with a spanner. I took a piss to celebrate. Isaac really seemed like he needed them and produced iconic quote no. 2: 'I feel like fried chicken before it's fried; covered in mud then breaded in sand'.
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<p> Isaac and Charlotte headed out whilst James and I took a detour to survey Heifer. We had to drain a bit of a static sump and tried not to contemplate falling in. the actual aven through the wet bit was extremely cool and James excitedly took disto points while I stood on a rock and tried to keep up on book. It seemed like it went up 40 metres! We christened it Cow-Lick (as it was drippy) and as a few hours had now past we headed out. I had one final piss, by this point even James was concerned.
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the entrance series dragged on a bit, especially as James had to isolate a shagged section on Grommit and the Wallace rope was still 2013 (agh). By Radagast I was dreaming of Gosser, Chips and my book so the final pitch to the surface was very welcome.
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<p> Outside Homecoming we met Charlotte and Issac who made one final iconic quote: 'being out of the cave feels better than loosing my virginity'. We headed back very tiredly to the sweet damp embrace of Garlic Camp. Great trip.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>philips</u>,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Surface - Looking for entrances from the Oberwasseralm path</div>
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I cycled up to the far end of Altaussee lake and walked up the path towards Hochklapfsattel (towards Wildensee) to have a good look at the side of the Loser massif below the Stoger Weg. [I am still looking for the entrance making the Howling Draft in the Futility Series in 115, which is 60m from the surface.]
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The cycle path along the south side of the lake is now stopped after half way, and bicycles have to trog up the hill and go along the track, which is
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<li>A worse surface
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<li>in the full sun, not in the nice shade
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<li>A totally unnecessary extra 80m of ascent which I really did not like
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They really don't like cyclists I feel.
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Anyway I parked the bike at the "No Cycling" notice at the bottom of the track up (where going left would go to Stummern Alm) and walked up 3km (+400m) to Oberwasseralm.
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<p>It is mostrously dramatic: not only are you right underneath the Trisselwand but the Loser massif (Vor.SMK) Weisse Wand is huge and very steep.
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<a href="/expofiles/photos/2024/PhilipSargent/valley-below-115.jpg">
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<img width=40% src="/expofiles/photos/2024/PhilipSargent/green-valley-context.jpg"
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<p>Steep grassy valley below the Stoger Weg and context of steep grassy valley. Any actual entrances to the phreatic level are probably below and to the left, in the woods.
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<p>
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<p>I did spot, I think, the steep grassy "valley" with an entrance at the top end which Chas and Planc found in 1983 and which I revisited in 2017.<a href="/logbookentry/1983-07-27/1983-07-27d">1983-07-27</a> When they said:
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<p>"So we looked at a big phreatic entrance further east (up the valley) and ~50m higher. This was looked at in 1982, but a bit of proddling released lots of boulders + we were able to follow up a narrowing bedding plane at ~60°, for 10m until it got too loose/small. Very difficult descent on scree to the end of the Altausseer See + then the Schniderwirt for Weizen Bier."
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<p>GPS track is uploaded using <a href="/gpxupload/">expo.survex.com/gpxupload/</a>.
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The photos of the same place from the Loser side in 2018 - description of trip in logbook on and photos in /photos/2018/PhilipSargent/lookfutile2-20180729/ logbook <a href="/logbookentry/2018-08-03/2018-08-03b">2018-08-03b</a>.
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<img width=40% src="/years/2024//photos/2018/PhilipSargent/lookfutile2-20180729/IMG_20180729_165003092.jpg">
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<p>I think the phreatic entrance in the photo, a 3m climb up the cliff, is the 'big' one they refer to.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-15c">2024-07-15</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Anthony</u>,Ruairidh,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Surface - Entrance hunting towards Griesskogel</div>
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<p>The objective for today was to head over towards the Griesskogel camp used by ARGE some years ago to find a few of their caves that are in interesting places given what we have recently found in deep Balkonhöhle. We also planned to swing by a few caves that were lacking entrance photos to rectify the shortfall. Ruairidh was also keen to drop an undescended pitch in 2012-ns-07 (aka 2016#01), so we took drill, rope SRT kit etc.</p>
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<p>In the course of our wanderings, we came across an interesting rusty artefact. The base camp brains trust reckons this to be a reserve fuel tank likely jettisoned from a second world war era plane.</p>
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<img src="/expofiles/photos/2024/AnthonyDay/mysterious-crash-wreckage.jpg" style="transform:rotate(270deg); object-fit:contain; object-position: left top;" width=400px height=400px>
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<p>Our first target was to find the entrance to 1623/261. This is a fairly insignificant cave: <100m long, <50m deep. The interesting feature is that the cave is aligned with development in deep Balkonhöhle, specifically Charon, so I was interested to discover if there were any obvious similarly aligned surface features. Sure enough, the 1623/261 entrance was found to be in the side of a chossy gully. We didn't have a compass, so cannot confirm the alignment, but it seems highly probable that this surface feature is related to development of 1623/261 and deep Balkonhöhle. (There is another similarly aligned ARGE cave - Haldenloch (appears not to have a number) - that is further away to the northeast that we didn't visit.)</p>
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<img src="/expofiles/photos/2024/AnthonyDay/surface-gulley-near-1623_261-looking-south.jpg" width=40%>
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<p>We also found the campsite used by ARGE some years ago, identified as the flat area of limestone complete with hangers that they used to fasten their tents to. Immediately above this campsite, we found the entrance to Griesskogelschacht (1623/232).</p>
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<p>On our way home, we stopped off at 2012-ns-07 (tagged as 2016#01). Ruairidh headed down in dry grots while I sat in the sun offering advice on thrubolt placement technique and rock quality from a vantage point 15m away where I couldn't actually see what was going on. Two bolts later, Ruairidh made it to the bottom which appears to be choked with boulders (though someone in an oversuit may prove more willing to absolutely confirm that). There is also an upgoing unexplored passage (QM B). Not super promising, but probably worth a return visit. If the cave goes anywhere, it is likely to connect to the upper levels of Balkonhöhle.</p>
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<p>In the course of our wanderings we took photos of the following entrances:</p>
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<li>2012-dd-01</li>
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<li>2012-ns-05</li>
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<li>2012-ns-06</li>
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<li>2012-ns-07, aka 2016#01</li>
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<li>2012-ns-09</li>
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<li>2012-ns-10</li>
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<li>2012-ns-12</li>
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<p>All photos have been added to the relevant cave page (except where an existing entrance photo could be resurrected). With the exception of 2012-dd-01, all other caves should now have sufficient information to be added to the Kataster. There is a 2022 survey of 2012-ns-05 and 2012-ns-06 that is not in the dataset; the survex file is very sparse and contains no clues as to where the connecting points should be.</p>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-15d">2024-07-15</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>,Sieds,Wassil,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming (1626/359)- 2nd Coming rigging</div>
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<p>Wassil was excited to finally make some progress on 2nd coming, so
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we walked over to Homecoming from top camp with a nice new rope to
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have a serious rigging attempt.</p>
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<p>Met Charlotte's group at the entrance and had an awkward
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conversation about rope as they were short, but we wanted to use what
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we'd carried over to rig down so couldn't really spare any.</p>
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<p>In fact on packing we realised that we could spare about 40m, but
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the others had gone. Sent quick-change Sieds down to try and catch
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them up but he was too late, so that didn't help in the end.</p>
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<p>When I got to 2nd Coming I was _very_ impressed with the draft,
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which is massive despite a very tall rift. Wassil and Sieds went off
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to start rerigging down the pitches and I was left to tart up the
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dodgy traverses, using my nice new Miwaukee M12 drill. I'd not
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actually put a through-bolt in since China in 2014 so a quick refresh
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was done to be sure I didn't screw it up. I now spent about 7 hours on
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my own except for 2 visits from Sieds looking for more bolts and/or
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nuts. The existing rigging was pretty shoddy with a few bits of cut
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rope on traverse segments, but not much rhyme or reason about which
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bits were rigged and which weren't. It was true that much of it didn't
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exactly _need_ a rope, but as a trade route it really wasn't very safe
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without one.</p>
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<p>I started where the previous trip had left off after a couple of
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bolts, soon noticing that there was a perfectly good floor about 6m
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down so went to see why not just go that way. It was a bit narrow in
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places and after about 80m you end up pushed back up to the traverse
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level by rockfall, so maybe staying at the traverse level made sense,
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although it seemed marginal. Initially I replaced the old 2012 rope
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with some in-date stuff, but rapidly ran out of new rope and had to
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put the old stuff back on the next section. Someone to discuss rigging
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with would have been nice, as it was very hard to decide which bits
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should have a rope and which didn't need one, but as it was just me I
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did my best to make it not-shit. Did some gardening too.</p>
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<p>Hours with no floor is a pain. I had to unchain a ~60m rope without
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anywhere to put the loops except one wedged rock. Turns out it can be
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done, by draping the rope carefully over your legs braced across the
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rift and taking a lot of care not to get things tangled, but that was
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another 40 mins gone.</p>
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<p>Eventually the others returned, having run out of nuts, even the
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ones scavenged from my rigging. I had put 11.5 bolts in (with a 4ah
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battery) and it still wsn't quite dead, so that was good. Wassil told
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me to put rope on the couple of sections I'd decided were easy enough
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to remain unroped, so apparently I should have just done the whole lot
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anyway.</p>
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<p>I put one more hole in on the way out, near the top of Wallace,
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just above the deviation, in order to get rid of the ridiculous offset
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rebelay and epic return deviation, but that finally did finish off the
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battery so I had to leave it as a job to be finished another time. 12
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holes final score. Got out about midnight, and we still had that
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bloody walk back to the Stone Bridge as Garlic was full of Charlotte's
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team. It's 150m of height gain over the 2nd kilometre, plus another
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35m of extra up-and-downing (according to my GPS), which is why it
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feels like bloody hard work, especially carying all your gear at
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2am. At least our improved reflectoring and cairning (and less cloud)
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meant we didn't get lost this time.</p>
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<p>A good trip, although it was a pity I didn't get to see more of the
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route in the end, as I was now decamping to Balcony to help get that
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-16a">2024-07-16</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,Waite,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - My pants</div>
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Due to circumstances I would love to describe as 'out of my control', but alas cannot, I ended up wearing the same pair of underwear for a walk up to the plateau, for a night at garlic, down homecoming the next day, another night in garlic, and a walk back down to base camp. Unsurprisingly to some (and by "some" I here mean "everyone but student cavers") they ended up carrying a rather pungent odour into the following day. In the absence of someone inventing a way to send scents through the medium of text, I'll leave you with James Waite's thoughts on the smell as 'ohh that's rather like a strong camembert'.
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Lessons learnt: 1) Bring spare underwear for a multi-day trip. 2) Find time to change underwear on said multi-day trip.
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<P>
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Isaac
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-16b">2024-07-16</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>PS</u>,Lara,JW,AD,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - More chundering</div>
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Anthony had a very bad night last night at Stone Bridge a couple of hours after eating, but got down today feeling a bit weak.
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James was shown how to scan survey notes, put them in a plastic wallet, and create the corresponding online wallet.
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<p>Lara was shown how to type up a logbook entry online, but she (sensibly) bailed on typing up the survey data when faced with the full complexity of the survex system in troggle..
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-16c">2024-07-16</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip Balister</u>,Jono Lester,, *Phil Benchoff</div>
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<div class="triptitle">topcamp - Trip to top camp</div>
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We had a lot of fun, walking up to Top Camp to deliver some supplies, including two Tofu Paneer curries intended for my consumption. Once at Top Camp, I reviewed the behavior of meshtastic nodes about the plateau. Chat performance is good, but some units are not updating positions consistently This needs more study. Jono ran the Stone Bridge fixed node to the top of Niederes augst-eck. This gives the mesh good coverage over Balkon area and much, much further, Jono was giggling like a radio amateur after working Scarborough Reef. I setup mqtt access to a node and packets where sighted in Virginia on a server operated by Phil Benchoff.
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Future work: Rename channels so we can pass telemetry over an expo specific channel, test bridging the plateau to the potato hut via mqtt. Setup Anthony's cellular wifi at top camp to help support bridging. Figure out why the GPS is a pain on some units. And figure out why Meshtastic won't run on wookey's phone.
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The tofu curries were consumed when a prospecting trip returned. I was sad.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-16d">2024-07-16</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,Jacob,Waite,Lara,Jono,Marie,Charlotte,Ruairidh,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Lake - Marie Hates Swimming</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-17a">2024-07-17</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>philip s</u>,wookey,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Elitech datalogger</div>
|
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The data logger had been extracted from Traungold where it had been all winter. Minimum temp -4.9 C which then went up to 0.1 C and was very stable for months when it was presumably buried in snow.
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<p>
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Created new folder as expofiles/datalogger/ where I have put the data, exported data (xls, txt) a .db3 file which was lurking and the 88MB Windows control software. There is also Apple s/w.
|
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<p>You can extract the PDF file without software by just plugging the device into a USB port, where it appears as a disc drive containing just the pdf.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-17b">2024-07-17</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ps</u>,, *everyone</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Lots of basecamping</div>
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Tess arrived, and cooked the evening slop + rice (with Lara) for the canyoning [Strubklamm] team. A fine evening with much conviviality. ABout a dozen people down at base.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-17c">2024-07-17</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>,Jono,Phil Balister,Charlotte,Isaac,Marie,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Canyonning - Strubklamm</div>
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<p>A canyonning trip was suggested, and as I'd done it a couple of
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times before and thus knew where it was, and what to look out for, it
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was easy to blag my way on. We had this idea a bit later in the day
|
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than was ideal, because Strubklamm is miles away (most of the way back
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to Salzburg), but it also meant that I was able to collect Tess from
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the station before buggering off like a very naughty husband. I had
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brought my new wetsuit and was eager to find out if it made Strubklamm
|
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into a much less cold-and-miserable experience than previous
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attempts. I was also able to borrow a (kayaking) helmet and neoprene
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booties from Julia, which, combined with some sandals and spare caving
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gloves, was enough kit to canyon (as this one doesn't actually need a
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harness if you can manage an 8m jump).</p>
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<p>We were going to take my van and Charlotte's car but Tess wanted
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the Van, and it's a long way to take two cars, so when PhilB appeared
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we pounced on him and made him drive all 5 of us there (Charlote in
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the boot). This was very kind as it's about 1hr40 mins each way, and
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he doesn't even get to do the canyon. Having a driver avoids all the
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shuttle-faff too, which is great, especialy as it turned out the
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huttle-road was closed for works, so there was quite a long
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drive-around which would have made us even later.</p>
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<p>This was Isaac and Charlotte's 1st ever canyonning trip, and
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Marie's 2nd (after the disastrously cold 'Haute Borne' in the
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Ardeche), but we were a crack team of potholers with two harnesses
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between us so what could possibly go wrong?</p>
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<p>In fact the descent was very smooth with everyone having fun, at
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least to start with. The water was quite a pleasant temperature,
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although every inlet was much colder so we got a chilly bit every so
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often as they came in. However it is longer than I remember and there
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is a _lot_ of swimming, with a long section in the middle starting
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with a canyon, and then a couple more long swims. Clearly the local
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canyonning school uses it a lot so there were lots of in-situ ropes
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for getting to good takeoffs and dealing with any slippery bits, or
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just abseiling if you didn't like the bigger jumps. (Marie skipped the
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biggest one).</p>
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<p>Much jumping fun was had, with Charlotte of course taking to the
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game with gusto, although neither of us was any good at keeping the
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water out of our noses on impact, and I managed to bite my tongue on
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one jump, which was dim. Everyone avoided broken ankles or being
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impaled on trees, just some coughing and spluttering.</p>
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<p>I hardly recognised any of the 2nd half as obviously my brain had
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shut down with the chilly misery on the previous two attempts after
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the 1st long swim. This time it was all rather lovely - it is a _very_
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pretty canyon. Marie found herself a bit short of stoke after the 1st
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half, partly due to the baggy 2mm wetsuit and partly not having
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(with ~400m of swimming) over 3 hours feels like quite a long
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way, and it was a relief to swim round a corner and finally see a
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slackline being rigged and a footbridge with a beach which marks the
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escape.</p>
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<p>Phil was even there to rescue us, so that all worked out
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-18a">2024-07-18</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Lara</u>,Charlotte,James W,Jacob,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">homecoming - There and there and there and back again</div>
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When I emerged from homecoming and realised the stars were only just still visible because it was dawn I seriously considered if I'd left some of my sanity down by the pushing front. We had finished faffing and started descending around midday the day before, a solid 16 and a half hours ago.
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I had cleverly left my undersuit and thermals down the hill (where i had tried and failed to wash them) so before we left I had an emergency call with Issac, who was on Plateau Porter duties. For the actual trip I borrowed Marie's oversuit, conveniently left outside and Charlotte's leggings. Thanks everyone. The undersuit was very thick which although I was boiling all the way to Radagast was very welcome later in the day.
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After a pretty slow descent (fixing lights, faffing with ropes e.t.c) we got to the split off to watershed where James and I continued ahead while Charlotte waited for Jacob. We headed all the way to the end of the sandy traverses and the beginning of flowstone canyon, noting on the way at the water-filling-drip that the water levels must be very low. I also reflected on how much bigger Strained by Gravity was than I remembered, 70 metres back up didn't sound so fun.
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The mood was a little down at this point because both James and I had realised that the late start and faff meant we were in for a very long trip if we wanted to reach the pushing front which slightly scrapped the plan of two days in a row down homecoming. Still, we poked around the top of Flowstone canyon to pass the time; into the rift we'd surveyed a few days before (still not traversable without bolts) and up to the higher level passage. Jacob and Charlotte showed up around 4:30 so we offered to survey this higher level passage in the rift to see where it went while they rigged Sound of Water.
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We had a pretty fun time doing this, and got some nice 10 metre legs. It felt entertainingly sketchy because the floor had a changing rift in it with piles of sand, gravel and dust on top of it so wherever you stepped seemed to send avalanches of floor onto the passage below. James declared it was like murder holes in castles so it was promptly named 'portcullis passage'. After passing some nice helictites, James, who was ahead with the disto shouted back that it ended in a wet chamber with a tackle sack in it. Very strange. We realised pretty much simultaneously that we were actually looking down onto the chamber we had sat in (and pissed in) the last trip while waiting for the pitch to be rebolted and Charlotte had left the bag in it this time as well. I dashed round the long way into the chamber and James shot a leg down from the window he had emerged in 5 metres above me, closing the loop.
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After this entertainment was over we sat pretty cosily in a bothy bag, had a cuddle, listened to James' music and waited for the all clear. This also gave us plenty of time to come up with another half Hard Caver verse, this time:
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<p align=center> <em/>When caving with Charlotte it's prussic galore
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<p align=center>You won't leave the cave till it's gone half past four
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<p></em> the second half would be written later during noodles:
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<p align=center> <em>We dropped a few pitches and surveyed the lot
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<p align=center> By the time we get out we will wish we'd be shot
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<p> When the pitch was rigged we zoomed down it, did a bit of spikey rift waling/traversing, rigged Alpine Showers and finally reached the pushing front. Unfortunately the mood was a little down. Charlotte was very cold and we all were aware it was 8, the time we'd agreed to turn around. I was also trying not to think about the fact my whole leg had got splashed descending Alpine Showers which meant I really should turn around rather than get hypothermia.
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James declared he would put in a few traverse bolts along a ledge while we began turning round. Surprise, surprise that's not what happened. We chatted and made the executive decision it would be stupid late anyway so we might as well push the cave and make it an even later trip. The next day's caving would be sacked off unless we fancied an evening all night trip (that did not happen). Charlotte had also put on her spare layers so we all got up and got excited again.
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The water shot off from where we were standing down a rift in the floor but it was easy to walk round the side for 4 or 5 metres. James put in a traverse line and then much discussion was had at the best place for a y-hang, as all the rock was a bit shit. Eventually he put one on the same wall and a deviation on a lovely huge flake that went from the left wall to the centre of the rift. we descended and added in another traverse following above the stream where it kept dropping. All the time I was swearing at the waterproof paper but getting very excited at how big the passage was and the general concept of treading on ground that had never been stepped on before.
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James dropped another pitch and, having run out of bolts, drilled a thread for the deviation: very Yorkshire. The stream became very lovely and shallow here at a very gently angle so we walked along the bottom. This nice passage led to me later naming it 'My Favourite Things' following the Sound of Music theme. (James added that it was also a good name because he was caving with his favourite people: awww).
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The roof of the rift dropped till it was right above us and the stream plummeted into the floor. It we felt like we were in the Gods, dropping rocks 25 metres into the stream below. Here, having ran out of bolts and rope we sadly had to turn back, with the slightly alarming realisation it was already 11.
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The way out was a little hellish. Starting off well, I dropped an apple sized rock directly on Charlotte's helmet. Earlier I'd realised that Jacob's leg loop was not only not doubled over but was about 2mm from coming out. Excellent safety practices all round.
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Flowstone canyon with a big bag, caving alone was I'm pretty sure somewhere close to a lot of peoples idea of torture. I had to repeatedly toss the bag up squeezy climbs then do them myself with shot legs. Charlotte caught up with me and cajoled me over the traverses, with chocolate and patience. She also offered to carry the bag up Strained by Gravity and the other small pitches. What a legend. The scent of noodles and promise of water pushed me on to the bottom of Sump Bypass where James and Jacob waited. Here the second half of the Hard Caver verse was written.
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It now being 1am we were a bit delirious. Jacob went the wrong way and took a detour down Heiffer and Charlotte and James decided to try rerigging and rebolting Wallace and Grommit. It seriously needed doing but you could not have paid me. After a long slow prussic I emerged at 4:30, Jacob before 5. James looked shattered but pulled himself out 20 minutes later and Charlotte a bit after that around 6.
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<p> The sun shone off the mountain and through the wild flowers as we walked up the hill to Garlic Camp. Despite how my legs felt, at that moment I was extremely happy.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-19a">2024-07-19</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Sieds,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Laser printer</div>
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Sieds has sorted out the printer properly. We have new Cyan, Magenta, Yellow and Black cartridges in today. The Blue cartridge is at 10% and there is a new Blue cartridge in an OPENED box and bag under the bench which should be used to replace it at the end of Expo 2024.
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There is also a completely new OPENED Black cartridge under the bench in a box.
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<p>There were several old cartridges in opened boxes and bags, but were unlabeled as to which were good (unused) and which were bad and empty. Sieds has sorted it all out.
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<p> So we are probably good with this printer and have enough toner for expo 2025.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-19b">2024-07-19</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>PhilipBalister</u>,IsaacNeale,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">2024-pb-01 - Descend a shaft by dm-04 #2</div>
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In 2023, I was poking around the area around dm-04 while Ash surveyed it with possibly Eli from Cardiff. There are several interesting shafts in the area, including the one I dropped today. This shaft was under a fissure with a few boulders in the roof. Rocks dropped in create an impressive BOOM.
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On the trip back from Garlic, Isaac and I visited the shaft with actual vertical gear and some Petzl Pulses. While Isaac nipped down to Homecoming to find a drill bit, I scouted the rigging. The rock at the top was a bit funky due to frost etc. After a bit of beating, I identified places to set some pulses. Isaac returned with the drill and I quickly drilled a few holes and placed the pulses.
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I expected to drop into a large chamber, but instead found myself in 2.5 meter diameter shaft that went down at 15 meters. The result was very disappointing, but my rigging and the pulses exceeded expectations, so we called it a win for the day.
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Isaac went to drop the drill and rope back at Garlic while I did a quick survey of the cave. I tied to the dm04 tag, but that leg is a bit estimated since it was too bright to use the disto effectively.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-19c">2024-07-19</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>,Jono,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Balconhoehle - Rigging Mongol Rally</div>
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<p>Walked up to top camp in the evening ready for trip down
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Balkonhoehle to get Mongol Raly rigged with Jono. I was somewhat
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perplexed to find no sign of Jono, and still not as it went dark. He
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eventually turned up about 10am the next morning. We had our gear to
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carry over so it wasn't a particularly early start.</p>
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<p>I had forgotten a load of the upper passages, but did at least
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remember the obscure left turn for Honeycomb/Mongol Rally. Soon enough
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we arrived at the end of the rigging part-way down hangmans, complete
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with a rigging diag, some rope and a drill. Jono did this one,
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complaining at the bottom that the bolts didn't match the diagram,
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rigging a 2-bolt rebelay as a rather peculiar deviation. We realised
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that we were starting part-way down the rigging diagram, not the top,
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so he went back up to put it right whilst I continued to start Mongol
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Rally. Dragging the gear through was the usual faff (someone should
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<p>So now it was my turn and I suited up with Anthony's nice new drill
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and 125m of rope. The 25m didn't quite reach across the traverse with
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a big thread round a boulder, so I put a bolt in the roof to improve
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the rigging (another one just over the hole in the floor would make
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the traverse line a lot more useful, I later realised). The rock was
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impressively cheesy, with about 20mm of goo to remove before getting
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to actual rock.</p>
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<p>The rigging diagram suggested another bolt near the top so I added
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one about 6m down on a nose to the right, only to realise that one had
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probably already been done some previous year. I also realised at this
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point that the tape on Anthony's drill bit was set rather too short
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for reliable bolt-setting so adjusted it to give an extra 10mm of
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hole. I then added another bolt on the left, replacing one in the
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maximum rub-spot just under a lip (very odd placement). This finally
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removed all the rubs on this top slope and actually made the
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changeovers nicer, so I think it's an improvement. </p>
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<p>Next dilemma was whether to use the bolt on a nose (with hanger
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left behind) or the reflectored bolt on the well-used muddy route. The
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nose was harder to get to but gave a nicer hang (and was suggested on
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the rigging diagram). With a sling to help the changeover it actually
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worked quite well, although maybe the obvious route would also work
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fine - there is no way of knowing without trying both and I had faffed
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enough by now. Continued down for another hour or so rigging
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rebelays. The rigging guide is accurate. Hummed and hawed some more at
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the odder bits of rigging trying to work out what 'better' might look
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like. Left one bit (with a nearly horizontal deviation) some extra
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rope to come back to and add a bolt if time allowed but pressed on
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until the rope ran out, just on the same ledge that had had a knot
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pass in 2022. Looks like that is where 100m gets you to.</p>
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<p>We were out of time so called it a day and headed off out, only
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realising on the way out that the rope bag we had left contained a
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note 'top of mongol rally' in it so we had used the wrong one (misled
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by the '25m' rope in the top matching the '25m' rope marked on the
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topo for the traverse. Oh well.</p>
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<p>Got out around 11:30, having had a very satisfying trip, Jono had
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finally got underground and enjoyed himself. It was a chill trip with
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-20a">2024-07-20</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>PS</u>,Harry,Colin,Christian,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Bascamp - New arrivals</div>
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Christian, Harry and Colin arrived.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-20b">2024-07-20</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>bier tent</u>,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Cheese banned from expo shopping?</div>
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A breach of our human rights!
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I feel I speak for all when I say we are flabbergasted, dismayed and in some cases angered by the decision to bar cheese from further expedition shopping...
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The simple coagulated dairy product has been a mainstay of our expedition goers diet since we first arrived. The morale boost acquired by placing a luscious, creamy strip of Gouda into one's mouth cannot be overstated.
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By relegating cheese to being a so-called "personal item" it forces expedition goers to balance their own need for a morale boost with their personal financial circumstances, creating potentially, a delicate class divide between those on the frontier. It also calls into question if the expedition command truly have the attendees best interests at heart.
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An army marches on it's stomach. Expedition caving is no different. Happy cavers are effective cavers and by removing access to our most favorite food I believe the expedition command has actively damaged the lengths and depth prospects for exploration going forward.
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I implore expedition command to reconsider their decision. I sympathize that it may be awkward in the short term, however I hope they would agree with me that it is better to loose face than to loose life.
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In the event of inaction on this issue, I am afraid we will be forced to consider further action.
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Signed: The people of the plateau.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-20c">2024-07-20</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Marie</u>,Anthony,Wookey,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Balcony - Camp Set up and the Pushing Begins</div>
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I love camping in unusual places and so I was excited, if not a little apprehensive, for an underground camp. This would be my first surveying trip and first trip after becoming quite ill in Homecoming and so the fear of everything that could go wrong so deep underground for so long was quite high but luckily the thrill of adventure triumphed in the end. I was in good hands with two very experienced expo goers who offered great advice whilst packing for the trip - a special shout out to the raisins and seeds that Anthony packed which made our morning porridge significantly more palatable and nutritious. I was worried we would be stuck at top camp in the pouring rain for the day but it turns out I never fully understood the meaning of caving faff until I helped pack for an underground camp. We were only just about ready when the rain lessened up around 4pm and so we took advantage of the weather window and scampered across the plateau under ominous clouds, hopes high that nothing too important had been forgotten. <p>
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We were already commenting on the ridiculous amount of gear we had to lug through the entrance series but a couple more parcels of tackle sack joy awaited us on the way and Wookey would eventually have to give me and Anthony his bags since Mongol Rally still hadn't finished being rigged. An epic train of tackle sacks had to be ferried through the crawl at the top of Mongol Rally. I was tasked with scurrying up the muddy slope so that Wookey could hook his foot around the straps. The largest bag only just barely fit through. <p>
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Anthony and I gave Wookey a head start to rig and rebolt and as I heard his woohoos as he abseiled into the abyss, I tried to absorb his gleeful energy and not think about the fourth tackle bag waiting for me at one of the rebelays. We briefly considered doing multiple trips to carry the bags down but in the end decided against the idea given how late it was getting. I started off a bit shaky after accidentally clipping my hand jammer into the rope I was leaving rather than the rope I was on and then descending out of reach of it, but soon I was on my way, my efficiency gradually improving. I had to constantly fight to maintain my balance as the bags got snagged and swung about and I thought I was winning until one of the hanging rebelays towards the end claimed victory over me. I just could not physically unweight my cowstails there was so much weight pulling at my harness. Once again, my despair was lifted by a cry of glee from Wookey as he had just finished rigging the final swing to the pit stop after much swinging about and offered to come relinquish me of a couple bags. He came to my rescue and soon we were all down, Anthony not having the same problems I did but probably carrying more weight. When I got to the pit stop though I was alone, Wookey having gotten a head start on the bag ferrying. In a moment of rare navigational confidence and with a vague memory of Wookey saying the way to camp was a short very obvious walk, I headed off in what seemed to me the obvious direction, only to hear Wookey’s shouts from behind me after a while. Wookey commented that he didn’t even realise there was another option. With my navigational confidence crushed, we headed back to camp where, after a couple hours of set up and some food, we got to bed at the ripe hour of 3am. <p>
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A wake up time of 10:30am had been determined by an 8 hour timer that Wookey had accidentally set instead of an 8 minute timer for our rehydrated meals although it may as well have been 8 minutes I had a such a cold and restless night. Luckily the thrill of undiscovered passages motivated me out the relative warmth of my sleeping bed and helped clear my groggy head. It felt luxurious that the pushing front was only about an hour of relatively chill caving away but the tricky dance of remaining relatively mud free, warm and well fed in such an inhospitable environment meant we were on our way a couple hours later. <p>
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Once we arrived at Medusa’s Maze and identified some of the A-leads we were planning on pursuing, Anthony wandered into a chamber that he though might be connected to a B-lead we had just passed. Scrambling back up and spotting his light was exciting since it meant the cave exploration had officially begun. Wookey and I set to work surveying whilst Anthony busied himself with some re-bolting. I explored some possible other leads in the chamber, which we later named Gorgons’ Lair to continue with the mythological theme. One ended in a small muddy chamber (which Wookey thought could potentially be a dig) but another led to a short pitch (about 5m) with a medium draught after a short crawl over a false floor. I was thrilled to have discovered this new lead which Anthony described as “very interesting” however once we were finally surveying it, Wookey realised that most of the data from the digital survey he had been drawing was lost. And thus I experienced a high and low of cave exploration. I lay around unhelpfully, nail polish and disto in hand, whilst Wookey fiddled with the app and we gradually got quite cold from the draught. Once we begrudgingly restarted the process of resurveying, technology continued to conspire against us since the disto seemed to unexpectedly die and so we returned to our tackle sacks to replace the batteries, spirits dampened. As it turned out, the disto had merely faked its death but as we were shoving our coats back into our bags for the millionth time, we realised that if we just put them on our problem of being too cold would be solved. <p>
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We smashed out the survey in record time and connected it back the main system (Wookey promised to do the bulk of the drawing later). This time I noticed I was much more dextrous in my splaying and station pointing, at least I’d like to think. Anthony joined us to follow the A lead just opposite the chamber that was our original goal, but it quickly ended in a very unappealing looking wet boulder choke, although it did have a slight draught. After Wookey connected up a few more C lead rifts, we decided to call it a day to get to bed at a more reasonable hour. <p>
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Although facilities diminish from top camps to underground camps, this camp had its advantages for me. It’s mice and snail free. (I was sure I had something else to add here but I think that’s it. Its very strong advantage though in my opinion. Mice terrify me. Also I am pretty sure snails are out to get me.) <p>
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That night in an attempt to get more sleep I made the strategic decision to transfer one of my two pairs of caving socks over to join my single pair of sleeping socks. That, along with some hand warmers, the discovery of the shoulder toggle in the sleeping bag and perhaps just sheer exhaustion led to a much deeper sleep. <p>
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I can say with the utmost sincerity that I enjoyed prussiking out the next day with one medium sized tackle sack more than I did abseiling down with many of various sizes. It was slightly depressing though that Wookey who was doing some rigging fettling and was missing his pantin was hot of my heels most of the way up, not that my pantin was very useful for most of mongol rally, it was so caked in mud. I was very happy to see the many ridges that had ensnared my tackle sacks disappearing into the darkness below although perhaps the bug of caving exploration will beckon me once again. <p>
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I had no awareness of the passage of time until I was struck by hunger pains at the bottom of Honeycomb, it just was rope, rope and more rope. As it turns out, we were well into the afternoon at this point. <p>
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We were greeted by a few rays of sunshine when we finally exited around 5pm before the rain started to fall on our walk back to top camp where Becka, James and Colin were waiting for us expectantly to begin their own journey. We gave them the inventory of the camp whilst they updated us on base camp happenings and world politics (Biden had dropped out of the presidential race!) I had remarked to Wookey and Anthony somewhat jokingly underground that the apocalypse could happen and we wouldn’t be aware of a it until a couple days later but was not expecting such big news. It was nice to have escaped worldly problems for a 48 hours and replaced them with underground ones.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-21a">2024-07-21</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Tom,Dickon,Aidan,Rosa,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - New arrivals today</div>
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Tom and Rosa were in it.
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Aidan came by train and Dickon drove here.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-21b">2024-07-21</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Charlotte,chi,harry,lara,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">plateau - Surface walk from col to Geschwantalm</div>
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Got a paynefully early start up the hill with Charlotte and team, then she set a blistering pace for a payneful trog up to the col, arriving at 09:25, where I thankfully left the party and headed off leftwards behind the Braüning wall at a more reasonable pace.
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My aim was to explore the possibilities of the Geschwandalm area as a potential forward base for bringing gear up to the plateau in case the new cable car system proves difficult, and longer term as a possible partial replacement for the Gasthof campsite when property values eventually force our squalid encampment further away from the gentile tourist areas.
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There is no roadhead at Geschwandalm, but the meadow above it on the path just below the lip of the edge of the plateau would make a fine campsite. (We would need to bring our own electric fence though, the cows were friendly enough but one of them was very big and I wouldn't fancy getting stepped on while in my pit.) No flies to speak of and no horseflies.
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The path along the bottom of the Braüning wall is not well marked at all at the col end, but mostly is well cairned and the cuts through the pine scrub are well maintained. It could be a useful route for a stretcher party if that was needed in this area. I lost the path again around the Geshwandalm huts (alt. ~1540m) in the multitude of cow tracks but found it again at the stream just below the main grassy area.
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<img width=20% href="/years/2024/images/path-through-woods.jpg" src="/years/2024/images/path-through-woods.jpg"><br>The path from there to where it intersects the driveable track is narrow and not motorable (unless on a scrambler bike). It is an easy gradient and was a 50 minute easy amble to the track.
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At the track there is a wider area a hundred metres or so away (southwards) which could be a gear trans-shipment area and campsite if necessary (alt. ~1380m). There is a busy stream (~ 0.5 litres a second) a couple of hundred metres away. It is clearly a forestry road (blocked by cut trunks in places) and we would need to talk to the forestry people. The track joins the ski-lift tracks below the Löser Hütte and then into the toll road. The other way along the track connects to Bla Alm (signposted, and confirmed by Mark Shinwell) so could be an alternative if we can't use the toll road.
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Track online at <a href="/expofiles/gpslogs/2024/PhilipSargent/2024-07-21_geschwandalm.gpx">/expofiles/gpslogs/2024/PhilipSargent/2024-07-21_geschwandalm.gpx</a>.
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<br>Bing <a href="https://www.bing.com/maps/?cp=47.6652%7E13.763353&lvl=17.6&style=h">aerial photos show the forestry track</a> and much of the path from Geschwandalm, it shows that the track does not go to Bla Alm at all, but apparently ends only about 150m beyond where the path joins it.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-21c">2024-07-21</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Lara</u>,Harry,Chi,Charlotte,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - A satisfying but not very useful result</div>
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Slavedriver Payne woke us up early and we got up the hill vaguely fast (despite Chi's moderate faff). Unfortunately further faff then occurred at the entrance to Homecoming. This included further effort towards the Gordian Knot from the first Homecoming trip, which concluded in Chi doing an Alexander the Great. We ended up with two ropes. Chi also spent <em> some </em> time reconstructing a pantin from two broken ones (it didn't work). Clearly one person was the issue here. *editorial note: it would transpire that Lara concluded faffing a good 20 mins after the futile pantin was birthed*
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Harry and Charlotte entered early to rerig and apparently faffed for an ungodly amount of time. Chi and I got underground at 12:40 collecting Charlotte's Pantin, which she had ironically managed to forget after it had been used as a model for the Frankenpantin. Much faff followed this as well: we raced down to the top of Wallace where we met Harry coming up the pitch. He had somehow managed some mess involving a dropped drill bag, a random pitch and disgustingly twisty rope. All was retrieved and the rope was replaced.
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Chi zoomed down to join Charlotte and de-rig Heifer for rope while I coiled the old shit 2013 11mil (it was not a pretty job). Harry and I sat kindly waiting for each other to finish 5 minutes after both of us had, without saying anything.
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On the way to the pushing front only one eventful thing happened. Harry got entertainingly stuck on a pitch-head after descending into the traverse line. He attempted to climb over it at the risk of falling backwards, again, much to my entertainment, before giving up.
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We decided to push the QMA aven at the start of Flowstone Canyon. Chi and I pushed a lovely big rock down it first. Nice stuff. <b>EDITORIAL NOTE it was at the end of Watershed, the aven isn't in Flowstone Canyon </b>. Chi spent 20 slow minutes putting in bolts while we layered up. He was frustrated at how slow the drill was until it was pointed out to him that it was in reverse. Chi blamed DeWalt. He then claimed that some strange mineral vein had fucked his drill bit, which turned out to be entirely flat at the tip. With the drill bit swapped, he tried to put it in the same hole and fucked the second bit a little too. We eventually dropped the pitch.
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The bottom had a potential camping place (whooo). It was drippy on the pitch side of the pot but dry on the other with a flat rocky area you could potentially fit four sleepers in. Chi also realised I had left his down jacket at the top of the pitch thinking it was the emergency shelter. In my defence they were in identical orange bags.
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After lots and lots of discussion Chi called the chamber 'Peculiar Pot' after the strange large boulders surrounding the camp. I surveyed, Harry drilled and we dropped a pitch down the rift on the other side. What followed was a lot of wiggly rift with a pitch at the end. Due to the strange pitch/traverse Harry rigged which you had to stand in it was dubbed Perverse Pitch which proved itself accurate.
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We agreed to finally turn around once it was dropped, it already being 9pm. Annoyingly, (or not) at the bottom we found the side of the Sound of Water pitch. Loop closure! This of course meant closing the survey loop and derigging what we'd just dropped, making the whole exercise interesting but a little pointless.
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I forgot that Harry's water bottle was in the bottom of my bag, and may have slightly convinced them they were wrong. Harry, desperate for a drink took a sip from a streamway before realising it was a little frothy a few feet upstream. Chi and I had indeed pissed there five minutes before. The dehydration continued as all the other water was used for noodles and Harry had never found his, how mysterious. I was in trouble when I emptied my tackle sack on the surface but on the plus side denying Harry basic human necessities slowed him down behind me on the entrance series.
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Harry and Charlotte slowed themselves down by doing some more Wallace fettling. Chi and I got out at the lovely hour of 3am and napped for the 15 minutes before they caught up. I got deja vu as we headed up to Garlic and immediately passed out. A very long, very fun day.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-21d">2024-07-21</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Becka</u>,Sieds,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming 359 - Second Coming Re-rig</div>
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A hot, heavy walk up from Base Camp saw Sieds and Becka underground at 14.30. At the short drop with a high rebelay before Wallace and Grommit Sieds had accidentally dropped a large, loose rock on his last trip. Unfortunately, he now realised that the huge rock next to this previous rock was also extremely loose. We were aware that there was already a trip below us in Homecoming but the other rock was extremely loose so I derigged the next rebelay and prussiked up to the high rebelay and held the rope out of the way. Sieds then gently pushed the giant rock and it immediately toppled. I then headed down cautiously. The rope initially looked fine but at the Y-hang rebelay for the final long hang the Y-hang arm had been cored and the knot also looked to be damaged. I painstakingly got the knot out and tied out as much as I could then we headed down, leaving a warning not for the other group.
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We went to Second Coming and, at the first traverse, wondered why it was rigged 5m above the obvious floor so Sieds scrambled down and checked it was OK to walk down. I derigged the first traverse, releasing four short ropes and plenty of metalware and we put in a short handline to the floor to replace it. We then checked out other lower sections and went to the third traverse. This was, mysteriously, rigged on the right wall, wandering up and down it. Sieds began to rig a more straightforward and easy traverse along the left wall but he ran out of time to complete it.
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We got out of the cave at midnight and Sieds walked to Garlic camp and I walked to Top Camp with a full moon and no wind. I could see and hear Sieds as he approached Garlic when I was almost at Top Camp, it was so still and silent. It was nearly 2am before I got to Top Camp and I crept around making food trying not to disturb anyone - I didn't realise until the next morning that there was nobody else there.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-22a">2024-07-22</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Colin</u>,waite,Becka,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Balkonhoehle - Rack Vs Rally</div>
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After a rather eventful walk up the plateau summiting a mountain on my travels. I arrived to a concerned Becka and James about to come looking for me. On a side note would not recommend carrying caving kit and camping kit in one go it sucks. The next few hours were spent waiting for the previous camping trip to exit the cave so we knew what to take and do once underground. The other group - Wookey, Marie and Anthony - arrived at top camp at around 18:30 where we discussed their progress. Apparently it involved lots of swearing at far too many tackle bags on the way down the various pitches. Opting to eat dinner at top camp we continued to faff, getting underground for 20:00. This would be our last daylight for 65 hours.
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Due to James and I not knowing the way to camp we had a guided tour of Balkonhoehle by Becka which slightly slowed progress taking 4hrs to reach camp. I was using my rack much to James's entertainment. I proceeded to drink half a litre of very cold water causing me to shiver. This would be the coldest I was all trip. When in our sleeping bags I apparently fell asleep far too quickly in comparison to a jealous Becka who was still cold. I was very warm and had a great nights sleep.
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The tour of Balkonhoehle continued on the first day after a slow start. We found a couple of draughty A leads near camp which would be good for another team to look at if they're down for a short day. Once at Northern Powerhouse we dropped the big pitch as someone had to do it, resulting in a lovely 50m pitch which went nowhere. Becka nearly had a big rock land on her head when it fell out of the wall when James lent on it. Luckily the big rock went nowhere and only a little one went down. This would become a trend of our trip. Having used up all our thru-bolts to push the pitch and being a little late we decided to scope out our leads for the next day. This involved going to the lead in the chamber surveyed on the previous camping trip and digging a boulder choke to bypass a pitch. Once we realised it was going we left and James squashed his knee behind a rock. Becka was very concerned, thinking James had seriously either squashed or trapped his arm. I rammed myself into a very tight, horizontal, sharp and rifty squeeze where I bailed out due to rescue being impossible. We then looked at some other leads which needed killing. We went back to camp for an early night in preparation for a big pushing day the next day.
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The gas stove required much love to actually work at cooking our dinner. On another side note the gas stove could do with being replaced with a stove with a pre-warming gas loop, otherwise you have no chance of cooking anything quickly.
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An earlier start than the previous day left us with plenty of time to kill many leads. We set off to yesterday's dig to put in the pitch above as we now had bolts to bypass the sketchy boulder choke. Here I learnt to bolt under observation from James. Two more pitches were found and bolted. At the bottom of the second pitch I had to return to the top, while James and Becka surveyed our new found shafts, I was sent to collect the 50m rope for the 3rd pitch and some more flapjack. On the way back to the others 2 false floors collapsed underneath me while on a traverse line resulting in a disgruntled Becka, appropriately so. The 3rd pitch had some slightly more inventive rigging due to a low amount of bolts left. Here I had a conversation while bolting which was not a good idea, resulting in unset bolts which I had to be reminded to set. The 3rd pitch finished at a muddy tube so it ended rather depressingly.
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After having de-rigged we had no thru-bolts to rig anything so we pushed a couple of horizontal ramps on the way to Tartarus which all connected to themselves quite entertainingly. There seems to be a big, wet boulder choke where all the leads crap out. We then headed further in to a QMB, which was lovely wide passage until it again died while on top of a boulder false floor on top of a big drop. We all got scared and ran away.
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On the way back to camp we replaced the old (2012) rope from the Northern Powerhouse up-pitch and also surveyed a short side passage. I ran away to camp to make a start on dinner while the surveying was done. An inventory was taken and an early night was had.
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A very early morning and a relatively faff-less start was achieved. Mongol Rally was quickly started by Becka. I tried to make my life easier by abseiling out of the window on an Italian hitch with my jammers on the up rope. The plan failed when the carabiner failed to open, resulting in me having to untie the rope from the natural it was secured to in order to feed it through my carabinier to then try again. James was not impressed and made sure to hold onto the rope. Once this first obstacle was passed I was off, being chased by James and trying to keep up with Becka, which didn't happen. My pantin and croll weren't being helpful, making my life very unpleasant. Much suffering was gone through trying to exit, much to everyone else's entertainment. The exhaustion caught up at the bottom of the entrance series. Much flapjack was consumed, giving me a second wind. I exited to Becka going telling me that we were behind schedule and cracking the whip.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-22b">2024-07-22</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Shinwell,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Arrival and rain</div>
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Mark Shinwell arrived in an electric van (hired) and in the early evening Jono's new huge tap at the end of the hut (put up yesterday) got tested by a downpour.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-22c">2024-07-22</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Jacob</u>,Isaac,Phil S,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Basecamp - Festering and computers at the end of time</div>
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Isaac and I were tasked with writing up 2023's unfinished logbook writeups. After overwhelming Philip with website bugs and general stress we each decided to go on missions of self discovery to stave off a complete mental break.
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Isaac went for a swim in the lake, he will have to edit this post to share how that went but if this text remains we can oblly assume that he wishes for his experience to remain between him and the waters of grundlesee (should this be the case please respect his privacy and do not harass him for details of his experience).
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I went for a a quick walk up the nearby Gallhofkogel, lovely views(which I would put here were I an expereinced enough nerd) and a good few benches to sit enjoy a packed lunch.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Rosa B</u>,Aidan K,Jono L,Jacob C,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Menstrual Tunnel - My first underground trip abroad</div>
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I asked Jono for him to teach me to survey and which he enthusiastically agreed. The next morning he came up with a grin telling me to grab my helmet and my swimming costume????? and get in the landy. We arrived in a car park with Jono keeping the plan quiet and walked us alo0ng the river opposite a chinese. Across the river under the chinese was a small tunnel. It was a battle to get into the tunnel with the strong torrent of water trying to push us down. I mistakenly volunteered to go in to mark the survey point with my finger and was instantly hit by slime underfoot and a grotesque smell. I concealed my disgust and headed in. The others took their time learning about the survey device and choosing their spot. Then they entered with much dramatica, Jono gagging and threatening to throw up, Aidan doing his best to avoid the slime and Jacob quietly disgusted. At this point we noticed the used menstrual products next to me and the strong scent of fecal matter. We sped up the process with Aidan valiantly fighting the cobwebs. Much surveying was learnt and ready to try in an actual trip. We made a quick escape all taking time to wash thoroughly in the river.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,Tom P,Rosa B,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Plateau - First Plateau Crossing</div>
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It's Rosa and I's first expo and it was Tom's first time up to Garlic camp. We had lots of fun navigating our way across, mostly playing join the dots orienteering style. We bumped into Rosa, Lara, Chi, and Harry who had finished prospecting just before the Homecoming junction. It took us about 3.5 hours to get to HC where I left my caving kit and Rosa and Tom left their camping kit. On the return journey we found the autobahn and followed it, but lost the trail around the traverse climb. The route needs more reflectors but we had a good day and I saw a tiny snake that Rosa did not like at all!
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-23a">2024-07-23</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Jacob,Isaac,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Troggle: Seem to have fixed logbook overwriting problem</div>
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Yesterday Jacob and Isaac got round a duplication problem with logbook entry by overwriting an existing entry - which meant that a dozen entries from 2023 were typed up, but all overwriting the same entry. (So these now need to be recovered from the git records).
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One confusing problem was a corrupt entry elsewhere in 2023 which made it seem like a new entry was being edited, when it wasn't (which was only on the server and could not be reproduced on dev machine at base).
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We now have a new <em>expoadmin</em> capability of easily deleting logbook entries online. Also troggle is not producing duplicate entries any more. Ridiculous amount of effort, sorry guys.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-23b">2024-07-23</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,Jono,Jacob,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Basecamp - They typed up the survey training exercise</div>
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Jacob created a wallet and survex file which have since been removed from the system entirely. The survey notes are here:
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-23c">2024-07-23</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,Rosa B,Lara B,Tom Phillips,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Swinging into the Tube</div>
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Following the walk across the plateau with everyone and Isaac (who watched us go in before heading off to Garlic), and a lot of faff, we went down the entrance series. Lara lead the way, followed by Rosa, Tom, and then I. Tom had a battle with the entrance pitch - unaided by the 5om of rope I had given him to take down - which required teamwork and feeding him chocolate role like it's an apple to free him.
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I found the entrance series' rigging a bit needlessly hard but when it was explained to me about the usual state of the snow plug it made a lot more sense.
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When we got down to the top of Radogast I got all my bolting kit together and abbed down on the fixed rope with the rope for the pitch in the bag on my hip. (You can probably guess what's coming up!) When about 7m down there was a lovely flat as anything wall of rock where I put a rebelay in, but not before using a wide range of climbing moves to pull myself in and get my skyhook on. Annoyingly, the skyhook popped as I was getting a bolt out the bag so I had to do that very physical part twice. It was about here that I discovered that alpine caves didn't feel as cold as I believed they would be - owing to quite how dry they are. I was positively cooking!
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Once I got the bolts in I threw the end of my rope up to Lara to rig on the pitch-head so I could rig the rebelay and come back up - my legs were going a bit too tingly for my liking! At the top I learnt the others were quite cold but I needed a moment to regain use of my legs because they'd become quite painful. With renewed blood flow to my lower limbs I abbed back down, got embarrassingly stuck on my rebelay (small cowstail crab got pinned and wouldn't come out), abbed down, did some swinging back and forth and then left and right so I was swinging round in a circle so I could grab another bit of rock, hook it and pull myself in. Placed one bolt and then did a fairly scary traverse out on my cowstails trying not to whip into the void of Radogast as I clambered into the tube and placed my final bolt.
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Once all that was finished being rigged Lara came down to see (the first bolt of the traverse line spun a bit (It was being pulled in every direction), she joined me, we left the rope and the bag behind and made our way out (Lara tightened the bolt to perfection - I think a forgot to clean all the clay off first time round). I have absolutely no idea how they got into here in 2018 except maybe running off the top of the pitchhead and doing a massive rope rub pendulum into it!
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The others had already started their own way out, having got cold and bored - sorry! We followed out and there I caught up with Tom who had had a scary moment with his D-ring spinning and the harness trying to open the triact lock! We made our way out and by the end I was peeling off clothes like I was in Spain!
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<b> Lara's Note: It was a very entertaining SRT day for me. I hung at the top of Radagast with a great view of Aidan bolting. This also meant I participated in some extended rope based ballet. Aidan and I balanced on one ledge, both connected to two ropes, trying not to topple the other person off. Aidan beautifully bolting a rebelay and then getting stuck on it was also good stuff. </b>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Rosa B</u>,Aidan K,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Exploring leads above Radagast</div>
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Following yesterdays bolting trip myself and Aidan headed back down to explore a couple of QMAs. We had a smooth entry with no more than the usual level of faff. A couple of slippery climbs down and we reached a pitch that had been surveyed but obviously by much more ballsy cavers than ourselves so we bolted it and rigged the approx. 13m pitch. I got to place my first bolt ever!!! It was very exciting, and I loved it. We had some flapjack and layered up for some surveying. We began surveying down to two QMAs passed the Oxbow. Down to the left was steep and needed rigging so we opted for the right which was down climbable. It resulted in another pitch below but with a slippery "Banana skin" like mud just in front so PROCEED WITH CARE. When we looked up the pitch we could see that we could make a loop closure!! and as first time expo novices this is quite fun! (and spoiler, loop closure all meets on the survey). We had a peek down another lead we anticipate to join the stream way below the pitch and the plan is to return on Saturday to descend the pitches and continue surveying.
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Aidan's Note: Unfortunately there was a loop closure error of 13%. :( A week and a half later I have learnt the SAP 5's reference point is different to where I thought it was which explains that. (I thought it was a nail polished corner on the box. It is in fact the brass ring on the back for a keeper cord that kept unscrewing itself.)
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,Harry,Lara,Chi,</div>
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Before this entry begins I'd like to make it clear that I feel truly ashamed of my performance (or lack of one) on this trip. I failed to meet the standard expected of one signing onto a trip of this nature, and by this failure I caused a lot of negative attention to be bought onto the trip and my companions.
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I was a coherent but faffy start to the trip. The plan was that Lara and I would walk down from Garlic to Homecoming, meeting Harry and Chi who'd be walking up from base camp. It was 20 past 10 when we all met up. This sounds completely reasonable, and indeed it is if I neglect to mention that our planned meeting time was 9:30. It hadn't been the most pleasant walk up for poor Chi and Harry, the weather being exceptionally poor when they began their walk. It transpired that they had actually rang everyone in residence at Garlic, with the hope of requesting the trip be scrubbed. Unfortunately, Garlic being a cave, and none of us being awake at 10 to 8 in the morning their attempts were in vein.
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Heavy faff then proceeded to follow for a while. I can't remember how long exactly but 2 hours sounds about right. Trying to get everything adequately into bags + work out what was going where and indeed what we actually had around us was a bit of a task and a half. We took so long in fact that Aiden and Rosa, setting off from garlic far later than Lara and I, managed to get into the cave before us.
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Finally entering the cave with 10 minute intervals between us we had two dense bags each to manipulate through the entrance series. This was the start of my downfall. At the first rifty bit before Radogast I sunk down in the rift wedged by one bag on top of me squashing me down, but unable to lift myself up due to my hip being held taught by the hauling line on the second bag. Getting myself out (after a great deal of help from Lara and Harry) annoyed, slightly shaken, and questioning my abilities somewhat, we pressed on. My next obstacle was to come just moments later at the traverses approaching Wallace. Once again I had difficulties with the bags, never quite having the strength or dexterity to align them in a manner cohesive with good caving. This (and the exact causal relationship im still unaware of) managed to stir up many unpleasant memories of my childhood and teenage years. I then struggled rather too much lifting myself up on each re-belay. The cumulative effect of these events meant I reached the bottom of the pitches in a rather unsettled and uncomfortable state of mind.
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Propane nightmares was up next and I fell well behind moving the, now one bag, along with me. If I may also take a tangent here, I'd like to announce my hatred for the Petzl Portage 30 liter bag. What an dismally stupid idea it was to place the attachment point for the donkey dick 3/4 of the way up the bag rather than at the top. The placement means that every attempt to move it,the bag ends up dragging at an angle, wedging itself on any outcrop that it happens to come by. Dragging the bag through propane nightmares made me feel like I had travelled back in time to 2021 and I was piloting the Ever Given through the Suez Canal.
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By this point I had mentally checked out of the trip and wanted nothing more than to be in the daylight cradling a Gosser and floating around the lake. The thought of strained by gravity, and especially the traverses afterwards filled me with dread. It was also here where the noise from the water falling ahead was noticed, calling into question if a camp would be possible at all. After much deliberation it was decided the others would continue to the camp site, dump the equipment somewhere dry, meanwhile I would huddle at the top of Strained by Gravity in the group shelter, listening to a pod cast and feeling sorry for myself.
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In the group shelter I listened to The Rest Is History podcast episode on the history of British Elections. Very interesting! Eventually the others returned and we started to make our way out of the cave. Chi had his bluetooth speaker with him, and holy fuck drum and bass approaching you at ever increasing volume is a terrifying motivator for getting up pitches quickly. At one of the re belays near the top of Grommit I did have to ask for the music to briefly be paused however, as I worked out how to un string up myself. In a brief lack of focus I forgot to remove the old rope before putting the new one in at the re-belay. It only took a couple of attempted prussics to realise that something had gone rather wrong.<br>
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<br> "The metal ring on the cam catch" I tell freshers, "Is brilliant, as you can actually grip it properly to open it, and if you get jammed, you can clip your footloop through the loop to stamp the cam out if it all goes to shit!". After trying to open the cam by hand at the re belay I quickly realised what I had to do. It is with a great deal of excitement I can announce that the technique worked perfectly. In fact, lost in the relief and excitement of the moment I believe I yelled down the pitch "Fuck yeah, CT, I love you!". The journey out from that point on passed rather unproblematically. Lara had a brief uncomfortable moment when during reaching for a couple of mars bars that had fallen down a rift, she tilted forwards and slipped into said rift unconnected to any traverse line. I'll leave it to her to describe this episode in more detail as my description definitely did not do it justice.
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We got out just gone 7pm, and made our way back down the plateau. I am aware that this is a controversial decision, and one that has no doubt been the subject of much discussion. This log book entry, being written by one member of the party, isolated from his former team mates and their thoughts, is not the place for this discussion. Not wishing to damage the discourse or my party by offering a reasoning, I will avoid giving one till they can consult.
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Only a few more matters to discuss before the end of this entry. Firstly, Casualties. My descender (and footloop and ascender) I like to keep clipped to a side gear loop when not in use. I abhor a cluttered D-Ring. On traversing the rift just before Strained by Gravity on the way out (the one with the corner traverse line) my descender, which must have been inadequately clipped to my gear loop by my numb fingers pinged off and clattered to rest down a 20m unexplored rift. Rescue should be possible if one wanted to push the lead. <br>
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Secondly when shaking out a tackle bag at the gear dump, Chi and Harry noticed a mystery item fall out and likewise tumble down a rift. This was my first aid kit. The rift is not a lead and rescue is taken to be impossible.
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Finally to my companions I am sorry again. I owe you all a lot of beers.
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Homecoming Camping Trip 24-07-2024 <br>
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MIA: Petzl Simple under the command of I.Neale <br>
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KIA: Compact First Aid Kit under the command of I.Neale, on secondment to H.Kettle, C.Khulmann
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First of all, I'd like to note that turning round was the right decision for the whole group and no blame should be put on anyone. It was too wet to push that day anyway and getting all the camping stuff where it needed to be was a successful effort in itself. Most importantly, if any member of any trip decides for whatever reason they don't want to continue caving the correct thing to do is turn round.
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The actual trip was faffy and tiring, but pretty fun. Entertaining moments include: Chi's absolute horror at the amount of food we brought (half a noodle pack per person is apparently not enough) and the absolute levels of rage we achieved at the ever increasing number of bags. Chi and I capped out at 3 for Strained by Gravity, and Harry at 4.
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The morale was pretty good when we'd had a final snack with Issac but I got a bit unhappy at the watershed traverses, finding the idea of turning round pretty demoralising. Some kind words from Harry and a little helpful bullying from Chi sorted me out. The other two planned to zoom out to see if we could get a lift down the hill before drinking happened at base camp but Harry decided that it was unwise to leave me and Issac at the back alone so waited for me at the top of strained by gravity. Probably a good decision.
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We all zoomed (read with scepticism) out the entrance series to Chi's pounding D and B: very motivating. In my slightly delirious state I tried to rescue a dropped chocolate bar from a slanted rift after Wallace. I would like to state I succeeded in rescuing it, but then my foot loop betrayed me and I ended up stuck head first laughing at myself. Chi rescued me in turn.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,Sarah,Nat,</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,</div>
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Zac did break the log book, while waiting around. But Phil got very grumpy about it so he replaced his awesome styling and text with this very boring message.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-25d">2024-07-25</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Philip S</u>,PB,Becka,Nat,Sarah,Zac,, *Sandy</div>
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<div class="triptitle">plateau - Entrance spotting</div>
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Lift up with Nat, Sarah and Zac, they went off to topcamp and from the col I wandered down and around the near plateau photographing whatever entrances and tags I could find.<br>
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<p>Met Becka at about 14:00 at the cairn at 1623-80 on her way back to car park. I noodled a bit more and got back at 15:25 in time for a lift with Phil B and Sandy.<br>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Jono</u>,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Gasthof Staud´nwirt - Jonos Expo Dinner Speech</div>
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So, you may have noticed I have been eating, so I am slightly less of my normal Grump… The phrase 'type 2 fun' gets thrown around often when discussing caving, where an activity that is not enjoyable at the time becomes enjoyable in retrospect. As it stands today, I am desperately hoping that I will say the same after being your expedition leader.
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I am joking, of course. This is my third year now on the CUCC expedition after first hearing about it many many years ago when I was a shy fresher in DUSA, and so it really has been an honor to be able to give something back to the cause that gave me so much over the years. I won’t lie, it has been tough at times though, especially when some of you seem allergic to opening your emails or turning up to meetings!
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I sometimes think of Expo as some weird Tolkienesque Lord of the Rings marathon. We are all here for what normally is five weeks of some rather adventurous and testing environments but as he said,
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Over rock and under tree,
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By caves where never sun has shone,
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By streams that never find the sea.
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I am merely one very small cog in the clockwork. I have often struggled to find a word to describe us, and I think 'dysfunctional family' is definitely the best one; though that would make me the Mummy, so maybe not.
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To quote Isaac, “Are we like the Gemsa? Gracefully making their way across the plateau. They have adapted themselves to a hospitable environment, ensuring they prosper. They are hardy, agile. Or are we like the bunde? Steadfast and reliable. Yes, it can be prickly and rough if you force yourself against it, but also a valued handhold of support. An appreciated sight when traversing the airy segments of the plateau.”
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In all seriousness, I am actually incredibly proud of what we have achieved this year. We have a brand-new tarp in a camp that is barely being used, we have a too-small tarp in a camp that’s being used too much and expanded above its capacity. We have a new communications system in its Alpha phase, with the possibilities of 24/7 communications and wifi! New drills that actually can do more than three holes, and of course a ridiculous amount of gear. 2024 has definitely had its challenges, from illness to a smaller team at the start rigging what are now two very deep caves, but we ever push forward to our main goal: to connect to the Dashstein.
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We are all exploring one of the last final frontiers. We have seen and explored places no person has ever seen in the history of humanity, and we are building on what is nearly 50 years of experience and work of this expedition.
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Austria is not like the five caving regions of the UK: Wales, Derbyshire, Yorkshire, Scotland, and Portland. So, I encourage everyone to tread carefully. Do not go gentle, however, into that good night, but check every crevice, A, B, and C lead and then come back for a Gosser.
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I may not act like it or I hide it well, but I am genuinely proud of everyone here in front of me today and what we have achieved.
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Godspeed to you all in our endeavors, both here in Austria and in your lifes themselves.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,Colin,Sarah,Philip S,James w,Nat,</div>
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Sarah, Nat, Zac and Phil drove up the loser. We then hiked up to the Col. It being Sarah, Nat and Zac's first time up since the installation of the new cable car, we were quite taken unawares by the new path from the car park. From there it was plain hiking up to the col. Once at the Col, Phil s parted ways and headed off on his own adventures. Sarah, Nat and Zac, meanwhile hiked on to top camp. Once there we caught Becka as she was leaving and James W and Colin as they were thinking about leaving. After a little faffing and some noodles, we rang down to base camp to ask what kit we should carry down. We were told only some some roll mats and camp beds for Garlic. Packing these, alongside some tackle sacks from a recent Balkon trip (See report), we began to head down. Zac Lagged behind a lot of the way as his new shoes were wearing on his feet. But eventually we reached the loser car park where we all packed, tightly, into Sarah's car and drove down the hill.
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<p>On the day of expo dinner a rag-tag group of cavers gathered under the tatty hut tarp. These cavers were all here for all the wrong reasons. Firstly, supreme leader and trip planner Marie had bailed on caving in preference of washing her undersuit. Next we have Wassil who was both procrastinating his masters thesis and feeling sorry for himself about killing his own lead. Finally we have Dickon who decied to go on a caving expedition despite hating caving, and as a result elected do go canyoning. Proceeding the formation of this glorious trio, Chi decided to show his face following a disasterous camping trip which did not result in a camp occurring and was at a lost end. Apparently Marie, Wassil, and Dickon looked like a suitable group to go canyoning with and somehow they decided Chi would be a suitable accomplice.</p>
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<p>Despite waking up at nine at and leaving at ten, Marie somehow managed to faff for two hours. As a result of the "rush" to get ready, the route description of the canyon selected the night before was not studied (although perhaps she should not have been given full responsability of the organisation given it was her third ever canyoning trip). After three pit stops for hats, spanners and post-canyoning hummus (not respectively - the order and combination will be left as an exercise to the reader), Marie was no longer looking like the faffiest on the trip. Unfortunately, the blame shifted back to Marie when Dickon had to drive for an undisclosed period of time down the road to get signal to download the route description so that we knew what was in store.</p>
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<p>As Dickon was dealing with Marie's mess, Chi put on his wetsuit and his wetsocks. Unfortunately, the ordering was sub-optimal and required modification. This would require an elongated period of nudity, which would expose the hoardes of cyclists to Chi's own manhood. Furthermore, flashing Dickon would have shifted the group dynamics such Marie and Wassil would feel like they were third and fourth wheeling.</p>
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<p>On the walk up, group bonding was achieved by Wassil's sharing of his deep fear of small wet holes, which he tried to confront by entering such a hole (drainage pipe under rode). Apart from that, nothing of any interest happened on the walk up. We reached the top of the canyon when we decided that we were sick of walking next to the streamweay and dropped into it.</p>
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<p>As a result of having forgotten everything written in the guide (we had a little group reading session), the canyon was a constant stream of surprises. This lack of knowledge inhibited our ability to jump, thus forcing us to resort to abseiling instead. At one particular waterfall, Wassil abseiled first (he does in fact not like water that much). Chi then inquired as to the depth the pool, to which Wassil answered "two meters", actually meaning "at least two meters". The truth is, Wassil is scared of deep water and did not really want want to dive further than 20cm.</p>
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<p>The canyon proceeded with a set of interesting but technical pitches including a double-waterfall with a built in hypothermia-inducing whirlpool and enormously high traverse line which prevented Marie's exit from the aformentioned pool. Upon being being dragged out of the pool, Marie was no longer dying of hypothermia. The second stage of the double waterfall was comprised of what looked like a jump but was deemed too stupid for even Chi to attempt. In order to navigate this safely one had to abseil to about 3m off the water and then free-fall. Wassil did not get the message, resulting a in his elbow being smashed on a small ledge. He seemed quite sad about this and required a series of group cuddle sessions to stave off hypothermia in his short wetsuit (why would you canyon in a short wetsuit? - Wassil argues that an undersuit and oversuit remedies this. It does not.)</p>
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<p>The next few pitches were far simpler and did not claim any further injuries. We did however, stay quite cold and began to desire the end of the trip. En-route we discovered various excavator parts strewn across the canyon and eventually reached the main river. After a brief walk back to the car, houmous feast and faff, Dickon decided that the bridleway signs were clearly intended for motorised vehicles, much to the dismay of literally everyone else, including pedestrians. Three cyclists showed their gratitude in the form of various facial expressions and during our adventure we passed through an interesting tunnel and multiple bridges which did not appear suited for a car of four. Despite the passengers' protests, Dickon did not turn around and was adamant that his "route" was faster. It would transpire that his "route" was in fact 6 minutes faster and we all made it to the expo meal on-time.</p>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>R Brew</u>,Thomas P,Aidan K,</div>
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After our first stay up on the plateau we made a crossing back across the plateau after some breakfast. Got a bit disorientated and lost trying to follow the markers and Gaia on the way back but eventually got back en route. Our bodies were in pain from the vast change of physical exercise they had endured. We met an adder which started heading towards Aidan. Aidan hopped onto a rock and tried to keep track of it for me. I was not a fan at all and took a very roundabout way around. It started raining towards the end and we made a dash to the car. My Achilles heel is playing up which is quite hard on the plateau! We got back in time for a swim and a wash before a lovely dinner.
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<p>My adopt-a-cave for this year was GMH (Guten Morgon Höhle), having
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failed to sort it out last time I was here in 2022. And this was the
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last day available to get it done, so research was done down at base
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to make sure I had the necessary info - email threads, purported
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locations, cave descriptions, lobbook entries, GPX tracks, and
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Martin's 'mappapp' local copy (ish) of the website. And I went
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shopping for stainless screws and HSS bits so we could put in tags,
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and had drills, and instruments. We tried hard not to forget anything
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important so this would actually work.</p>
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<p>The weather was a rare case of a bit overcast, but not actually
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raining, which is perfect for this work. It warmed up later in the day
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but was relatively gentle on us, which is good because we walked for
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bloody miles!</p>
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<p>Tromped past Balkony following vague line of cairns, checking the
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points on our map. Checkout 2023-ASH-10 and 2023-ASH-11 which defo
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look worth investigating. Then got
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to <a href="../../1623/2012-OK-01/2012-OK-01.html">2012-OK-01</a> which
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is of course one of mine, from the fabled 'Wook and Olaf walk to
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Appelhaus' trip of 2012. There were a couple of obvious shafts which
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we photoed, but they didn't fit my recollection of OK-01 which was a
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smaller shaft under an alcove. Soon we found the right hole just 6m
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away, but not obvious due to being 'tucked under' a small cliff.</p>
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<p>We put in a new concrete-screw tag for "2012 OK 01", only to find
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it already tagged just round the corner as
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<a href="../../1623/2017-NR-02/2017-NR-02.html">2017-NR-02</a>. So in fact
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it has been explored, tagged, located, photoed and sketch-surveyed for
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7 years, so we can kataster this one.</p>
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<p>Next we passed 2012-OK-02 which still needs descending so far as we
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can tell. Easy job. We put our cave-blinkers back on in an attempt to
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actually get the job we intended to do done. Wook had carefully put
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the alleged GPS of GMH on his phone (neither it nor shagged-spit was
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in the 2024 entrances list). The back-up plan was that Anthony had
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been there before a mere decade ago so could hopefully re-find
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them. Fortunately the GPS was spot-on for the GMH entrance, which had
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a nice tag saying <a href="../../1623/2015-DL-02/2015-DL-02.html">"2015
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DL 02"</a> so one wonders quite how "Chossy Death Slope Höhle" got
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renamed and no-record of this correspondence made it into a logbook. A
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short wander up-cliff found the
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also-tagged <a href="../../1623/2015-DL-01/2015-DL-01.html">2015 DL
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01</a> (Shagged Spit Höhle). We GPSed (GPS on the eponymous shagged
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spit for about 40 mins) and photoed that location whilst also doing a
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'from-the-surface' SAP6 survey.</p>
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<p>So now both 2015-DL-01 and 2015-DL-02 are explored, located,
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photoed, tagged and surveyed sufficiently to get
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katastered. Result. Job done.</p>
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<p>Time was moving on and we had a dinner to get back to this evg so
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we headed back, looking
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for <a href="../../1623/2012-dd-04/2012-dd-04.html">2012-dd-04</a> on the
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way back. Despite our best efforts we stumbled onto an entrance too
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fine to ignore and so spent 40 mins GPSing, tagging and surveying
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(from the surface) 2024-JC-01. (See how the wiley old lags carefully
|
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made this one Jacob's responsibility :-) It's quite a big
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hading shaft entrance about 12m x 2m with a 4m cliff behind and at
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least 17m deep. There was a nice boulder for a survey station but it
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looked a bit dodgy and shove sent it crashing down the hole so we were
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wise not to use that one. Tag is to LH end of the hole. GPS point and
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intermediate point are red nail-varnish marked.</p>
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<p>dd-04 was a tiny bit elusive, although Anthony's GPS took him
|
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nearly straight there whilst Wookey's took him 20m away jus tthe
|
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wrong side of a ridge and then he was marooned by bunde for a while,
|
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but eventually re-found the others. jacob had shoved himself into the
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hole but it was about 1.5 cavers long and thus not big enough to be
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katasterable. We tagged it anyway.</p>
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<p>Now it really was time to hot-foot it home so we headed back,
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passing the (tagged) caves 277, 272 and 2012-FT-02. There really are
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quite a lot of holes round here.</p>
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<p>Anthony and I collected the rest of our shit and we all headed
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briskly down the hill for the final time this year, which was good
|
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because I really did have quite sore feet by the end of the day after
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more than 7km of that ridiculous pointy terrain. We even arrived in
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-25j">2024-07-25</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Dickon Morris</u>,Marie,Wassil,Chi,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Grabenbach Canyon #2</div>
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<p>Ar ddiwrnod cinio'r expo ymgasglodd grŵp tag rag o ogofa o dan darp y cwt tatty. Roedd yr ogofwyr hyn i gyd yma am y rhesymau anghywir i gyd. Yn gyntaf, roedd y goruchaf arweinydd a'r cynllunydd teithiau Marie wedi mechnïo ar ogofa yn hytrach na golchi ei danwisg. Nesaf mae gennym Wassil a oedd yn gohirio ei draethawd meistr ac yn teimlo trueni drosto'i hun am ladd ei dennyn ei hun. Yn olaf mae gennym Dickon a benderfynodd fynd ar alldaith ogofa er ei fod yn casáu ogofa, ac o ganlyniad yn cael ei ethol yn mynd canyoning. Wrth fwrw ymlaen â ffurfio'r triawd gogoneddus hwn, penderfynodd Chi ddangos ei wyneb yn dilyn taith wersylla anghysbell na arweiniodd at wersyll yn digwydd ac a oedd ar ben colled. Mae'n debyg bod Marie, Wassil, a Dickon yn edrych fel grŵp addas i fynd â'r ceunant gyda nhw a rhywsut fe benderfynon nhw y byddai Chi yn gyd-chwaraewr addas.</p>
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<p>Er iddi ddeffro am naw am a gadael am ddeg, llwyddodd Marie rywsut i faffio am ddwy awr. O ganlyniad i'r rhuthr i baratoi, ni astudiwyd y disgrifiad llwybr o'r canyon a ddewiswyd y noson gynt (er efallai na ddylai fod wedi cael cyfrifoldeb llawn y sefydliad o ystyried mai hon oedd ei thrydedd daith canyon erioed). Ar ôl tri stop pwll ar gyfer hetiau, sbaneri a hwmws post-canyoning (nid yn y drefn honno - bydd y drefn a'r cyfuniad yn cael eu gadael fel ymarfer i'r darllenydd), nid oedd Marie bellach yn edrych fel y mwyaf garw ar y daith. Yn anffodus, symudodd y bai yn ôl i Marie pan fu'n rhaid i Dickon yrru am gyfnod heb ei ddatgelu i lawr y ffordd i gael rhyngrwyd i lawrlwytho'r disgrifiad o'r llwybr fel ein bod yn gwybod beth oedd ar y gweill.</p>
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<p>Gan fod Dickon yn delio â llanast Marie, gwisgodd Chi ei siwt wlyb a'i sanau gwlyb. Yn anffodus, roedd yr archeb yn is-optimaidd, ac roedd angen ei haddasu. Byddai hyn yn gofyn am gyfnod hir o noethni, a fyddai'n amlygu celciau beicwyr i ddyndod Chi ei hun. Ar ben hynny, byddai fflachio Dickon wedi newid deinameg y grŵp fel y byddai Marie a minnau'n teimlo ein bod ni'n drydydd a phedwaredd olwyn.</p>
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<p>Ar y daith gerdded i fyny, cyflawnwyd bondio grŵp wrth i Wassil rannu ei ofn dwfn o dyllau gwlyb bach, a cheisiodd ei wynebu trwy fynd i mewn i dwll o'r fath (pibell ddraenio dan rod). Ar wahân i t, ni ddigwyddodd dim o unrhyw ddiddordeb ar y daith gerdded i fyny. Cyraeddasom ben y canyon, pan benderfynasom ein bod yn glaf o gerdded wrth ymyl y streamweay a disgyn i mewn iddo.</p>
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<p>O ganlyniad i anghofio popeth a ysgrifennwyd yn y canllaw (cawsom ychydig o sesiwn darllen grŵp), roedd y Canyon yn llif cyson o syrpreisys. Roedd y diffyg gwybodaeth hwn yn atal ein gallu i neidio, gan ein gorfodi i droi at abseilio yn lle hynny. Un rhaeadr arbennig, Wassil abseilio gyntaf (nid yw'n hoffi dŵr cymaint â hynny mewn gwirionedd). Yna holodd Chi ynghylch dyfnder y pwll, ac atebodd Wassil "dau fetr", mewn gwirionedd yn golygu "o leiaf dau fetr". Y gwir yw, mae ofn dŵr dwfn ar Wassil ac nid oedd wir eisiau plymio ymhellach nag 20cm.</p>
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<p>Aeth y Canyon yn ei flaen gyda set o feysydd diddorol ond technegol gan gynnwys rhaeadr ddwbl gyda throbwll a achosir gan hypothrtmia a llinell groesi hynod o uchel a rwystrodd Marie rhag gadael y pwll a grybwyllwyd. Ar ôl cael ei llusgo allan o'r pwll, nid oedd Marie bellach yn marw o hypothermia. Roedd ail gam y rhaeadr ddwbl yn cynnwys yr hyn a oedd yn edrych fel naid ond a ystyriwyd yn rhy dwp i Chi hyd yn oed roi cynnig arni. Er mwyn llywio hyn yn ddiogel bu'n rhaid abseilio i tua 3m oddi ar y dŵr ac yna disgyn yn rhydd. Ni chafodd Wassil y neges, gan arwain at dorri ei benelin ar silff fechan. Roedd yn ymddangos yn eithaf trist am hyn ac roedd angen cyfres o sesiynau cwtsh gourp i atal hypothrtmia yn ei siwt wlyb fer (pam fyddech chi'n canyon mewn hosrt wetsuit? - mae Wassil yn dadlau bod undersuit a oversuit yn gwella hyn. Nid yw'n gwneud hynny.)</p>
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<p>Roedd yr ychydig leiniau nesaf yn llawer symlach ac ni hawliodd unrhyw anafiadau pellach. Fe wnaethom bhowever, aros yn eithaf oer a dechrau awydd diwedd y daith. Ar y ffordd daethom o hyd i rannau amrywiol o gloddio wedi'u gwasgaru ar draws y ceunant ac yn y diwedd cyrhaeddwyd y brif afon. Ar ôl taith gerdded fer yn ôl i'r car, gwledd a ffaff hwmw, penderfynodd Dickon fod yr arwyddion llwybr ceffyl yn amlwg wedi'u bwriadu ar gyfer cerbydau modur, er mawr siom i bawb arall yn llythrennol. Gan gynnwys cerddwyr. Dangosodd tri beiciwr eu diolchgarwch ar ffurf ystumiau wyneb amrywiol ac yn ystod ein hantur aethom drwy dwnnel diddorol a phontydd lluosog nad oedd yn ymddangos yn addas ar gyfer car o bedwar. Er gwaethaf protestiadau'r teithwyr, ni wnaeth Dickon droi o gwmpas ac roedd yn bendant bod ei "l</p>wybr" yn gyflymach. Daeth i'r amlwg bod ei "lwybr" mewn gwirionedd 6 munud yn gyflymach ac fe gyrhaeddon ni gyd i'r pryd expo ar amser.
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<h3>APPENDIX A -- English Translation</h3>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-26a">2024-07-26</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,Jono,Marie,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Bread making part 2</div>
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After a great deal of consideration (7 beers) I decided to give bread making a second crack. This time I followed the "Numpty Dumpty bakes a loaf of expo bread 2016 version" by Antony Day, and I will confidently say they are by far the best version of the instructions present at the hut!
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I am very proud of my loaf, and indeed Marie said that in her opinion it was "the best bread so far"! Jono reports however that Marie told him she hated it... So I guess the question that remains is:
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-26b">2024-07-26</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>R Brew</u>,James M,Aidan K,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Plateau - Return to Garlic Camp</div>
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We waited until the evening due to the hot weather to go up to Garlic camp. This was James' first crossing of the plateau and he got very sweaty but had a really good pace. Mine and Aidan's bags were heavy carrying across ropes and bolts. Having got very drunk the evening previous our bodies were feeling a bit sluggish. The weather was hot but lovely weather and clear views. I enjoyed introducing James to the camp and plateau life. We prepared for our trip the following morning.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-26c">2024-07-26</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Todd Rye</u>,Aila Taylor,Harry Kettle,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Eishoehle - Cooling off on a hot day</div>
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We weren't going to have time to go properly caving, and we had heard good things about the ice cave. So, armed with Shinwell and Wookeys expert guidance, we set off to find what we were hoping was going to be an impressive chamber.
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The walk started off simply, and we soon found the bolt to mark the divergence from the official paths. The route description got us up to the Bunters Bulge, with the absence of any red markings mentioned. From here, the red markings were still not present, but there is a smattering of cairns to lead the way. A small amount of being lost later, and we were scrambling down to the original entrance, an impressively large entrance. The scramble towards Elephant entrance was helped by some stemples, and we soon found ourselves in the frigid draft, looking at a snow plug.
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Kitted up with ice axes and crampons, we headed down the snow slope and into the Schneevulkanhalle. Wow, just Wow... The chamber itself would be impressive enough, but the ice formations were incredible. We wandered around and spent some time photographing the place. Some scrambling around, we found various pools of water in the glacier which we decided to not fall into. The far end of the chamber had an impressive false floor, which i walked over to to go underneath it, but was stopped by the ice under my feet sounding quite hollow, so I noped out of there. The next adventure was Harry and I climbing up the snow volcano, with Aila looking on disapprovingly at the Boys being Morons. I stopped half way up, deciding that it was quite steep. Harry, with less of a sense of self preservation, made it to the top, and some more photos were taken. Harry had a fun time coming down, the only time I've heard him admit to being scared.
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After this, we headed back, creating a GPX track to make it easier for future expoers to find. We were told that sadly, impressive as it was, the formations were a shadow of their former selves. Go sooner rather than later.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-26d">2024-07-26</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Bier Tent</u>,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Expo Dinner</div>
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It seems best that an article about expo dinner should be written during the expo dinner celebrations itself and so I task myself with the task of doing such a job. Yes I jacob chuck choose to take time out nof the celebrations to write this article(many of people have gone to bed I will igrnore that aside from : sorry i hope you can sleep wel;l my heartfelt condolences go out to you)
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well what to say. A very eventful night. Expo leaded read a speech, Expo leader got thrown in the river, What else copuld have happened????
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We're now sat in the tatty hut listening to the rolling stones.
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<em>IMPORTANT TO REMBER</EM>
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<br>-broken bottles cut hands
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<br>-dont drink too much
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<br>-drink water.... that reminds me
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<br>-dont drink too much
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well as I speak big tom himself has given up
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he has collapsed on the floor, absolute scenes, he had to be lifted up be Chi
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<P>
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he is back on the floor. Isaac begins to fight him.
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"ill break your knee caps" says big TOm
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"its comfy" he adds.
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isaac gives up and returns to his seat.
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<P>
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now. Bon Jovi begins to play. May I(bier tent) add that this song fucking sucks. Ok well big Tom is up and dancing with Isaac(I know the development).
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'we gotta hold on to what we got'
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the music cuts.
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<P>
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the music continues.
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<P>
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Isaac and big tom are fighting.
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<P>
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now they are sat down... very civil.
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<P>
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the river is being discussed.
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<P>
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pink floyd came on for about 1.5 seconds.
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philip S was happy about that.
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<P>
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ok about time that I (bier tent) joined in with this great party(went to sleep).
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<P>
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Just a reminder:expo is over, we found all the cave.
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Expo is now more of a holiday really, just going down all these already discovered leads...
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anyway
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bier tent out! o7
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-27a">2024-07-27</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Rosa B</u>,James M,Aidan K,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Bolting and descending pitch</div>
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Myself and Aidan wanted to return to homecoming to explore our leads above Radagast further.Our main aim was to descend a pitch we have named 'tiered gherkin' into the stream way we could see below. The pitch was drippy with a few re-belays required. Unsure of how passable pitch will be in wet weather. Some 'fuck no's from Aidan when bolting as the wall made some dull noises when hit with a hammer. Whilst Aidan was bolting myself and James M tried out our opera singing skills with a range of languages. We initially descended down the left side of the pitch as it was drier but there was not an obvious way down to the streamway so Aidan went to bolt in the other direction. Whilst he was doing this I tried to climb down via a few routes however overcommitted and got myself jammed in a rift for a good while. Lengths of pitches were recorded and a couple of extra bits of survey data was collected to solidly connect our surveying from a few days ago to the main data. Aidan is to explore Banana Boat Stream way with James M and Colin on Monday.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-27b">2024-07-27</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Todd Rye</u>,Christian,Harry Kettle,Aila Taylor,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Watershed Murder Camp</div>
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I was so excited to go back into Homecoming after six years, and Harry promised caverns measureless down Watershed. A camp was needed to make it more pleasant, so off we went with sleeping bags and mats. Faff ensued, with Aila breaking her toe at Garlic, and us having picked the wrong sleeping bag up, We got underground at middayish in the end.
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The entrance series flew by, and I was having a great time reminiscing. Soon we headed up the small pitch into Propane Nightmares, and pressed on through the crawling (I had been promised minimal crawling), down and up some pitches and climbs, until we got to a patch of mud (I had also been promised no mud.) Not long after this, we got to Strained by Gravity.
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At the bottom of this epic pitch series, I saw Harry and Ailas lights disappear down a passage, so I headed to it, finding a traverse that Aila would not have done without loud complaining, so I turned back. Chi told me that the way on was down below, so I opted to climb down an alternate way. Suddenly, my head was below my feet, and I tumbled 3m down a climb, landing on a bouldery floor. A distinct amount of swearing occurred whilst I tried to figure out what was broken. Chi rounded a corner at speed, highly concerned about my wellbeing. Rescue from here would not be fun. Although I was in a not insignificant amount of pain, nothing seemed to be broken, Chi fed me some sweets, and we pressed on.
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The traverses were alright for my long legs, but Ailas short legs didn't enjoy them at all. We soon got to Camp, and set up the tent and sleeping bags. It was less than ideal, but we could squeeze in four. Then it was back up the pitch to start down Flowstone Canyon (thrutchy and awkward), Alpine Showers (traversy and awkward) and down some pitches (with awkward pitchheads) to the pushing front.
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Chi set about bolting a traverse whilst Harry, Aila and I got the surveying kit out, finding a numbered station. The disto was produced, and I started to get ready to shoot the first leg, but noticed that the Disto was in calibration mode. Shit. We tried to get it into the proper mode but nothing we did worked. Double shit.
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We deliberated on what to do, and finally settled on scooping and then coming back to survey at a later date. Aila was trained in surveying, with Harry showing her how to take notes, and me making up numbers, leading to a very odd cave. Chi dropped a pitch, which I followed him down, but the bottom led to more pitch, so Aila and I decided to head to camp. It was a long slog back to camp, and we arrived at 2330. Some pasta was had, and we turned in. Harry and Chi came back at 0100, and told us they'd dropped some more pitches and killed the lead. Arse. All that for nothing.
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The next morning, we slowly got ready, dismantling camp. It was going to be a long slog up, and starting on the traverses was a tiring way to start. Strained by Gravity went by vaguely quickly, and soon we stopped to fill up bottles and have noodles. We got up the entrance series relatively quickly and exited finally around 1730 on the 28th. Not the best trip, but no one died. I'm sure there will be other trip reports for this trip.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-27c">2024-07-27</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,James M,Rosa B,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Sauruman Pot</div>
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With James having replaces his mentor in our trio of pushing in the upper area of Homecoming, Rosa and I returned to our pushing in the big drippy Aven in the 4th Pitch Tube area which we believed would lead to what we were looking down to from Banana Slip.
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Rosa placed the first bolt for the traverse line - her second ever bolt! - and I rebolted the pitch head (there were two spit there already but I couldn't find any nuts for them anywhere around HC or GC so lovely new fixe expansions it was! I dropped the 20m pitch down into a fair sized ledge with two ways on - I first opted to go the shorter dryer way with the hope it would connect round to the rest of the big aven, using less bolts and rope. One side of this pitchhead is a drilled thread, the other a lovely bolt. This got down to a perfect end of the 25m rope and lead to a 2m climb.This later turned out to be Snagged and Shagged. There wasn't any clear promising leads here so I left Rosa and James to make the rigging topo for me and explore the area while I went on to continue bolting the pot.
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A perfect height pitchead was placed which felt a very reasonably distance from the ledge. Unfortunately, with the nature of the rock there was immediately some pretty shit rope rope. The next 15 minutes was spent trying to figure out how to ameliorate this. Lots of time was spent trying to create a deviation below and right, but nothing was far enough back to fix the hang without then making me abseil straight into a pool of water. While this faff was going on, a rock ((tatty hut little printer sized) which I previously been solidly heel hooking and holding decided to come loose, missing me but being very exciting when it hit the tacklebag and then hitting the deck. I abandoned hopes over here and decided to swing the other way into the drippy aven and found a nice fault for a ledge for my feet so placed a rebelay and then used that to help me swing across to a nice ledge in a dry area where I bolted a traverse across and then rigged a short pitch down to the streamway below.
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It should be noted that while I'm doing this Rosa managed to almost climb down snagged and shagged into the bottom of the pot, except she got stuck and from the walls I could see her light and hear her shout for me to come and help her - not something I was in much position to do so James went to her aid. She also didn't sound like she was in any real peril, just mabe unable to get her way back out so I figured I could always head back up with the drill and rope if it were really necessary.
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We named the pot Tiered Gerkin and the Streamway Bannaboat Streamway at the time, but since then and the time of writing this up we've renamed the pot Saruman. The streamway is unfortunately too short to be worth naming.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - minesweeper</div>
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I am the best player at minesweeper on this expedition and in the history of this expedition.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-28b">2024-07-28</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,James W,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">basecamp - Minesweeper 2</div>
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I am now the second best at minesweeper in the history of this expedition. James got a time of 1:21 on 16x16.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>waite</u>,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">garlic - bad day</div>
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walked to garlic. once at homecoming it started pissing with rain. then landscaped garlic as the weather was too shit to prospect. had an incident with the garlic grike involving some lost underwear and a large amount of soil and grass being used as cover up. walked down the hill commando!
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-28d">2024-07-28</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>R Brew</u>,James W,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Garlic - Failed prospecting</div>
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I woke up excited for a day of prospecting for the first time but instead had a very disheartened day with pretty low morale as the plateau was full of mist and it being determined unsafe to go off exploring the plateau as well as making the task more challenging. Colin decided we may do some prospecting but we'd find the caves earlier than expected by falling down the holes.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-28e">2024-07-28</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>lucy h</u>,jacob,sarah p,nat,lara,zac,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">balcony - 26th-28th bloody balcony</div>
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26th - 28th
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Turning up at expo on the night of The Dinner, I had expected a few days of festering, fettling, and carrying, but found myself agreeing to a 4 day camp with Nat D after he spotted me inspecting the Balcony map.
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The next day we faffed and faffed some more, then set off well after noon in Sarah's car. The day was hot. I soaked myself in the waterfall to start the walk,carrying all of my camping and caving kit with trepidation. I loudly announced to the group that heat gives me diarrhoea- already feeling quite unsettled in the tummy. My previous walks in 2022 had left me dreading the length of the plateau walk. Fortunately the dread made the reality feel shorter than remembered. A breeze kept us cool as me Nat Sarah and Zak slowly trundled to top camp, nattering with Nat about all sorts of gossip.
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We faffed some more at top camp, waiting for Jacob and Lara to join us from garlic camp, and I sat on the gryke hoping to shit as much as possible pre cave.
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We set off for balcony in the early evening, and struggled under the heavy loads. We split into 2 teams: Nat Lara and I, Zac Jacob and Sarah (SEE ZAC'S REPORT OF HIS TRIP - FEATURING HAND JAMMERS AT HIGH VELOCITY). I said farewell to the light and was VERY happy to find the big balcony pitch rope thinner than 2022's - the Stop cramp only had to be relived every 40 seconds!
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I had a mixed relationship with my 2 tackle bags, which I named The Toddler (small red) and The Teeneger (Becka's massive bag that matched my oversuit and apparently looked just like me - CAN I ADD A PICTURE HERE?). We had many disagreements in the crawls, and they enjoyed resting upsidedown on every ledge. NAt's 'purple juice' (meths) was resting at the very top of the teenager, and I've no idea what miracle kept it flying out onto Lara below. It defied gravity until it finally slipped out at rest at the very bottom of Mongol Rally.
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We reached the camp sometime around midnight. I was shattered and provided very little help to Nat's attempt to bolt in 2 hammocks. The wind steamed down the passage and stole any remaining heat. By the time the other 3 turned up I was shivering strongly.
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Then the first 'accident' was discovered. I had been putting off my urgent need for a poo for all evening. We looked around for the poo drum... kept looking... kept looking. And no one had it. We looked at our supplies. Resealable freezdried meal bags: perfect for shitting in. Porridge sashes: sort of papery. Deciding they made a decent 'glove' for wiping, we emptied all the porridge bags. Only after walking 10m up the passage did I discover the pile of biobags left there! Still the porridge sashes were required. I would not review them highly: more plastic than paper, but desperate times....
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I woke in the night even more uncomforatble than before, with a feeling of dread. I visited the 'toilet' and found blood every where. O dear. I hadn't been due my period for 2 weeks but life has its ways of punishing you. Explains how awful I felt the day before, and then. 4am wasn't the time to deal with this fact, so I returned to me sleeping bag, shattered, and restless for everyone to get up.
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Get up they did, and I brought up my inconvenient fact. I felt mixed feelings to learn that Nat, Sarah and the first aid kit had a handful of tampons between them. I had never used a tampon. I did not think I would learn to use them in a grubby cold cave 100s of meters under ground. It did not go very well.
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Feeling exhausted, sick, pained and cramping, I dragged myself through the day. I followed Nat and Lara to push an A lead in the north of Southern Pitstop
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(SEE ZAC'S REPORT FOR THE OTHER TEAM'S DAY OF PUSHING). My attempt to do my bit was far more of a burden than a help, and I had tampon related disasters through the day, as well as the dreaded period poos, greatly exceeding the quota of 1.5 porridge sashes a day.
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I did however bolt properly for the first time. I should probably have said no when Nat asked me to bolt a descent but I said alright. I suspended awkwardly over a large drop, struggling to find the arm strength to hold the drill out and install 3 bolts. I'm sure the others were very cold by the time I got to the bottom but it was, at least, a good learning experience.
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I got changed for a piss by the waterfall - this would come back to haunt me later, then we ascended up the other side.
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More slipping an thrutching. I was ready to turn around, but held on to the pushing front. We had some noddles and began to survey.
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Despite sometimes hating caving, I do in fact love surveying. Although I probably failed to give the impression that day, I was very happy to take part in the surveying of 'Tampon turnaround' - aptly named for events there - with the honour of painting the red splodges. We turned an A lead into lots of Bs and Cs, but it kept going. I was very very close to my limit, and kept saying I would head back soon. After point 23 I pushed ahead a little bit, and a little bit more, and found the high passage narrowing to a puddle, and over the puddle to a toddler sized crawl. This final push ripped my PVC oversuit :,( and I was definitely beyond my limit, and decided to head out.
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A rest at the snake stop, then I plodded back, struggling up the slopes under the weight of the drill. It crossed my mind that I normally find it hard to move with my stop on my D ring. I looked down. My stop was not on my D ring. Ah shit.
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I trudged back to the snack stop - no sign yet of Lara and Nat, looked through all the bags. No stop. I headed back through the rifts, up the slopes. No stop. I looked again through the drill bag. No stop.
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Ah well. Strongly suspecting (hoping) what had happened, there was nothing for it but to head to the rope and down prussick. Down prussicking was NOT fun. The rope was thick with mud, and every movement took an age to free my jammers. I had a small private cry halfway, for my period pain, but made it down. There was my stop, thanks be, at the point I had changed earlier.
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Onwards, up the rope: stand, yank through the chest ascender, sit, repeat, with jammers refusing to grip. By this point Nat and Lara had caught up, so I waited and incredibly kindly they offered to take my bag.
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I headed on as they derigged. This was my next mistake. 'Don't get lost' Nat said. I got lost. After the white aven there were many ways on. I follwed the muddy footsteps across and up, but grew suspicous. I decided it was safest to turn around. I turned around but did not find myslef back at the white aven. Two more tries and I was at a slope that looked familiar, so I headed up and reached two ways. I followed the muddy footsteps up, but grew suspicous. On your own it is very hard to trust yourself. I turned around, shattered, concerned. And, thank goodness, met Lara and Nat. I took back a tackle bag and we headed up the other junction, which we soon realised was wrong and returned up my way. Trudge, sigh, plod.
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We reached the camp. The others were there already. Dinner. Jacob kindly said that, if no one else was willing, he would be happy to go out with me a day early. I was so grateful as there was no way I could stay longer. Shivering. Bed. (waking for toilet visits :,( )
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Rising at 9:40, the plan was revised: Zac would also leave too, using a microtraction as a jammer (having lost both hand jammer and pantin). Porridge. Noodles. Packing. Washing our gear in the muddy puddle. We headed off. I somehow managed to get lost finding the bottom of mongol rally, but eventually did. I heard zac calling from above, in pain. It took an age to dig out the ibruprofen, and I was shocked how slow I could prussick. It was misreable. Pantin uterly useless. Rope refusing to feed. Stand. Drag thtough chest asecnder. Sit. Ascenders slip. Ascenders grip. Repeat. I haven't prussicked this slowly since my first time. My tackle bag tangled itself in the down rope at a rebelay and I had to down prussick, to some strong words. A shocking anount of time later I reached zac on his ledge and got him the ibruprofen. And he taught me how to properly frog, and drag the rope through with your feet. I'm an idiot for never having learnt to do that before. Mongol Rally was slighlty improved.
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We headed up, and up, and up, and finally huddled in the bivvy at the top. Hangman's was impressive (and cold). Honeycomb was much longer than I remember. Debating the way, succesfully, I was rather shocked to realise we were at the junction with hilti a plenti. I hadn't thought to imagine reaching the end.
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Sarah's weather report had predicted a thunder storm that evening. We were fully prepared to huddle at the bottom of the entrance. But, to happy suprise, the drips were slow. I went last (regretting this offer, and desperately uncomfortable). But I had lot of time to sing as Jacob and Zac ascended. The happiest feeling of all, to see the shadow of light from the penultimate pitch, to haul off the final rope, to crawl out into a blue sky.
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The evening was utterly beautiful. The forecast was wrong. Pink light filled the horizon, silhouetting mountains. The evening air still warm. Why would you go underground from this? To appreciate it more I suppose.
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I was dizzy trudging back, Jacob kindly, patiently accompanying my stumbling. We reached Stoney Bridge as the light faded and stars brightened. Big Tom and Becka in residence, and Tom a saint making us food. Unbelievably happy to bin the tampon I had been using for far too long (I will never use one again - awful things!) and have some proper toilet paper.
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We slept out under the shooting stars and milky way. Every time I woke, relieved, to have escaped balcony, and see brightness in the night's dark, under starlight.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,Sarah,Lara,Jacob,Lucy h,Nat,</div>
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<p>Sarah, Jacob and I gave the other group a decent head start into Balkon which we soon extended by getting 'navigationally challenged' at the bottom on the entrance series. However, over-coming this we powered on towards the trident and honey-combe. There was a small incident just before the water refilling station where, due to our bags being so overly packed, a gas canister rolled out the top of Sarah's tackle sack. It stopped on it's own before I could grab it but still gave everyone involved a minor heart attack. There was some minor faffigating after the trident but we soon found the top of Honey-combe. From there it was a nylon highway. I struggled a little at the bottom of Honey combe and need Sarah to reel me in. We then extended the rope to make the next descent easier. It was at the bottom of hangmans that the trouble started. I had just done the traverse and was using my hand jammer to ascend to the crawl. I then unclipped it and moved it the next traverse line (as I had my hand jammer on my long cows). I then removed my long cows tail and watched in horror as my nice golden hand jammer plummeted onto the slop and slid down into the giant hole. There were a couple of seconds before I heard a loud 'chink'. Reconvening after the crawl (made fucking difficult by having to haul a giant over stuffed tackle sack) we agreed to keep going and possibly drop the hole tomorrow to look for my jammer.
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It was then a short stroll to the top of Mongol Rally, which starts quite nicely but soon becomes several large pitches over a titanic drop. It was at the last rebelay that I had my next incident. When unclipping my foot loop from my snap gate, I had forgotten that I had my pantin on the same snap and so watched, again, in horror as another of my ascenders plummeted into a giant hole.
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Absolutely furious at having lost over £100 (new) of kit I stormed into camp with the others to find Nat fettling with the hammocks.
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<h1>The 'A' lead</h1>
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<p>Having arrived into camp at 1:30 the night before, needles to say it was a late start the next day, made even later by all the faffing. Me, Jacob and Sarah would push a more vertical lead while Nat, Lucy and Lara would push a more horizontal one.
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Kit assembled, the three of us headed out along the piss soaked Southern Pit-stop. Then was some Faffigating and a few wrong turns before we reached our lead. Jacob set the first two bolts leading to the pitch while I then took over and bolted and rigged the Y hang at the top of the pitch. It took ages to find two spots suitable amongst the cheese like rock. But once we had, and Sarah had re-tied my Y hang, I descended to the ledge bellow. Here I swiftly put in another bolt and fixed it with a fig-8 before clearing some space for Sarah to follow. Together we then looked for a suitable place for the next bolt to finish the Y hang and begin drop the next small pitch. The first bolt I tried set was fucked by virtue of the fact that the bolt it's self bent as I was hammering it in (probably because I was hammering at a different angle to the one I drilled). The bottom of this pitch didn't go anywhere save for a narrow horizontal rift. Surveying time. I had to ascend both legs to fulfil my role as dog and mark the first survey station. From there, I slowly re-descended with Jacob in tow operating the SAP. Once at the bottom again, I shimmied into the rift and was near frozen by the dramatic draft. The rift tightened after five meters into a sideways crawl which led into a narrow squeeze. I gardened some rubble out of the way to get this far. Beyond the squeeze was an even narrower (too narrow to pass) hole in the floor. This was the source of the draft. I dropped some rocks down and heard them clatter for ages. I even swear I heard one splosh. Once the survey was complete, we headed back up, Jacob de-rigging. Unfortunately, two of the bolts at the top of the pitch couldn't be loosened, even with a pair of pliers. This meant we lost two hangers.
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Surveying done, we headed back to camp where we were the first back. To occupy ourselves, me and Jacob looked for loose rocks we could use to cover the mud slopes around camp. Unfortunately, when the others returned our efforts did not receive the thanks we had anticipated.</p>
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<p>It was another late start the following day. Having made the effort of getting down there (and scared to ascend) I wanted to try for another day, but Lara pointed out that I looked fucked, and, to be fair, I was. So I joined Lucy and Jacob on their early ascent. Using a Micro-traction I'd borrowed from Sarah as a hand jammer, we packed what we needed and set off to the wash spot. I led the way but after the first two pitches of Mongol Rally had to stop as my arms were killing me. I removed my Elbow pads as they were limiting my movement and then waited for Lucy to catch up so I could pinch some Painkillers. They worked wonders and it felt like no time at all before we reached the top of Mongol rally.
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All our cleaning work was undone by the small crawl to the base of Hangman. I also had a look down the hole that swallowed my hand-jammer only to find that it was far to deep to drop. We then made our way out mostly at my pace. The rigging on Honey combe being a particular bastard for passing up. It also seemed to go on much longer than I remembered. From there it felt like a quick jaunt to the entrance series, the second pitch of which was a right bastard after 50 hours underground.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,Colin Foord,Dickon,James W,Rosa B,James M,</div>
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We woke up to some pretty miserable clag that around 10am developed into rain - Colin had fortunately arrived about 40 minutes prior from SB so stayed dry, Dickon and James on the other hand weren't so lucky! They both got fairly wet on their walk over.
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With not much to do - no desire to explore a drippy lead with a very uncertain forecast and it being too claggy to achieve much prospecting we resolved to landscape garlic when we realised we were potentially going to be short on sleeping sports when the Watershed camp emerged that evening. We managed to level and expand the two person annex, build out the main areas width so there's more space, battle two camp beds, and Dickon leveled a one bed space down in Gollum's Hole where he setup a bed, read some of my book on the Geology of Snowdonia, and did a lot of napping.
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In the evening, when it finally brightened up a bit, James, Dickon and I summitted the Kleiner Wildkogel. Dickon enjoyed tumbling the big loose rocks down the slope for the hell of it and it gave us a very interesting view of the plateau and an insight into the comples nature of the folding in the rock. We tried to assess new prospecting areas and it looked like along and up from Balkon and don the plateau to the thick Bunde areas would be the most promising. This was with a view to help Dickon with his prospecting the next day.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-29a">2024-07-29</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Sam Tittensor</u>,Jono,Chris H,Becka,Ellie D,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Balkonhoehle - Happy Campers (eventually!)</div>
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After 2 hot trips ferrying kit up the plateau, a late start, and a great deal of faff, motivation to get underground was low.
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This resulted in a (very necessary!) talking-to from the drill sergeant (Becka), before we bucked our ideas up, and kit was assembled for inspection on the rocks at top camp and packed into bags.
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The prospect of a 3 night camp as my first expo caving trip was quite daunting, and at the top of the entrance pitch we waited as Nat's team emerged one by one, filthy and exhausted from a similar trip, which didn't do much to allay my fears!
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We eventually headed underground around 21:00 on the 29th July, steadily making our way to camp whilst trying to commit the route to memory, making it to bed around 02:00, not thrilled by the impending alarm.
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Upon waking, the inevitable morning faff ensued, accompanied by the perpetual roar of the gas stove. Bags packed & plans made, we left camp just before 11:00 on the 30th.
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We split into 2 teams, with Chris & Jono going to bolt a pitch near camp, and Ellie, Becka & myself heading for Tartarus, where the previous team had stashed the second drill, along with the promise of draughting leads.
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Making good time through Northern Powerhouse & Medusa's Maze, we arrived at an unnamed 4 way junction, where Becka said "There's some QMBs around here, maybe we should take a look in case we don't fancy the Tartarus leads"
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It turned out we were in the wrong place, so after a bit of a mooch about, we continued down the passage, passing through the bottom of a big chamber and down a short handline to a very different passage type, interconnected parallel ramps with a Swiss-Cheesy nature.
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This was the location of the leads Becka had mentioned, and she & Ellie soon disappeared up a rift to the North to investigate a QMB.
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Whilst stood at this junction, I noticed some definite air movement, which was quickly attributed to an upwards ramp with a distinctive 'frog spawn' texture to the floor.
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We followed the ramp, reaching a slippery step over an intersecting rift, with a climb down marked as a QMA on the left, and the ramp still continuing in front of us with a QMA marked at the top.
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A careful shimmy to the edge and & bridge across put me in uncharted territory, and after ducking under an arch I was in much bigger passage, 2 huge blocks looming over me blocking the way on, with an enticing black void above.
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This presented an obvious barrier to further exploration, but after the echo coming back from a couple of shouts it was immediately clear we needed to investigate further.
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I wriggled around under the choke for a while, finding a chimney narrow enough to bridge across, which I thrutched my way up, gaining the top of the first large block.
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The further into the chamber I got, the bigger it seemed to grow (along with my excitement), whilst Becka & Ellie watched proceedings somewhat apprehensively from the floor below.
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A second, much safer climb onto another jammed boulder entered the chamber properly, where I began to take in the scale of the place, trying (failing) to light it up, and bouncing echos off the walls.
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I returned to the deck completely buzzing, trying to communicate what I'd just seen, and insisting we must return with a drill & rope asap!
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This meant somewhat reluctantly slogging off to Tartarus, where we decided we'd make the most of the day checking out some leads in Ichthyes. We spent a while trying to work out the way to the pushing front, clambering up and down in the rift, before deciding we were liable to run out of time to do anything useful. We then returned to a QMB we had passed on the way, resulting in a very quick and satisfying loop closure between 2 leads, finding a hole down and the continuation of a draughting rift behind a pillar, before returning to camp.
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A planned early start the next day was stalled slightly by Jono's alarm failing to go off, but we made up time with some much more direct route finding back to the foot of the boulder choke.
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Becka & Ellie started surveying the connection, whilst I climbed back onto the large boulder and set about bolting a route up for them to follow.
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I took my time with this, knowing I would be shortly marked on my work by Becka, arriving on the deck at the same time as Ellie came round the corner armed with the nail varnish.
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We headed into the chamber, celebrating with snacks whilst deciding how to tackle the surveying. We chose convenient stations on top of the Tatty-Hut sized boulders, sending legs as far as the SAP could manage.
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A large downwards rift forms the Western continuation of the chamber, but the rock of both walls at the would-be pitch head is fairly crap, so this will require some thought.
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Back at the entry point, heading East across more boulders revealed more promising leads; a "black hole" downwards spotted by Becka whilst surveying, and a mouth-like opening with a strong draught in the Northern corner which captured my attention as soon as I found it.
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Grabbing the drill & our last scraps of rope, I rigged and descended the awkward pitch head, sliding between the waterworn 'teeth' into the (horizontal!) passage below, naming this the Dental Floss pitch.
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There were 2 ways on from here; the continuation of the main passage straight on , and a small hole choked with mud to the right, which I promptly dug out to reveal a short drop to a second pitch, and some audible water dripping somewhere ahead.
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Heading along the main passage, we reached a junction with a pillar; left leading down a steep slope covered with a thick layer of virgin mud, & right upslope leading to another junction with a switchback connecting to the small hole with dripping water described earlier. Here there were some interesting mud formations which we duly protected with the scrap of conservation tape we had remaining, before turning left up a short scramble to another right hand bend.
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Upon turning this corner, we were immediately hit with the strongest draught I have felt in any cave, setting the tone for the next few steps across a pristine white traverse, the passage rapidly enlarging as we went...
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This spat us out on a ledge overlooking a hole which left me totally lost for words; a pitch plunging away below, and an aven towering above.
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Much whooping and revelling in the echos followed, before taking some photos and surveying as far as we could reach (very little!).
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Underequipped and running out of time, we returned downslope, following the ramp back past the junction we'd entered from, for some very slippery surveying on the thick mud.
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Reaching the bottom, I spotted what looked like freshly gardened rocks, and Becka then noticed the climb up on the right, which was the QMA we'd left immediately before entering the boulder choke that morning! This resulted in a very satisfying loop closure to finish the day, at which point I deployed the tactical miniature cave whisky, which I'd been saving in my oversuit for exactly such a moment.
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Returning to camp in good spirits, we passed the evening with many noodles and the remainder of the hot chocolate, setting an alarm for 6:30 for the trip out.
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In the morning, Becka & Jono raced ahead, whilst Chris, Ellie & I plodded up, arriving at the surface around 17:00, just in time to get stuck in a thunder storm at top camp.
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Having vowed I was done with deep caving for this expo after the prussik up, it took all of 12 hours for the rose tinted glasses to go on, and back at base camp planning began for a return to the newly discovered shaft...
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-29b">2024-07-29</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Todd</u>,</div>
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Having been addicted to minesweeper previously in life, to the point of dreaming about it, I decided to take on the challenge of beating Hagrid. Between writing up Logbook entries and swimming in a lake, I defeated all records on all sizes of board. All top 10 on 8x8 are mine, sub 10s, 5s being the top. On 16x16 all 10 records are mine, the best being 46s. No one else has tried the 30x16 board, but my record is 2mins 36s. I throw down the gauntlet to anyone who wants a go.
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I am a very sad man with too much time on his hands...
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-29c">2024-07-29</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Colin</u>,Aidan,JamesM,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">homecoming - Welsh Engineering</div>
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I was sold a nice easy surveying trip with a short pootle down a stream way. little did I know how wrong we were. we packed a single drill battery some short ropes and a few hangers just in case a few short drops were encountered. Once underground I was given the guided tour of what was known as the below Radagast series.
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James and I surveyed what we thought was the final pitch while Aidan added a deviation. I complained greatly while surveying much to Aidan's entertainment who had bolted it. Once in the stream way bolting kit was packed up as we prepared for an easy surveying waltz down a stream way.
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Aidan found another pitch where I asked if I could bolt. Of I went expecting a short pitch nice and easy. I got to a re-belay and started yelling it keeps going as there was another hole below me little did we know how big it actually was. I got to the ledge and started to prepare to abseil into a rift bolted the pitch head and then went why am I doing this walked over to the edge of the ledge to set up a much nicer hang, very scary.
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I shouted at James and Aidan that its huge and keeps going and we don't have enough rope. Neither quite realised how big. I kept asking if Aidan wanted a look and he seemed uninterested until I pestered him enough where he promptly looked over the edge where he told us that we didn't realise how cool our find was as we had found a 80m hypo-genic tube. Our 30m rope got barely a 1/3 of the way down.
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I was sent out of the cave to tell people of our find and collect food, water bolts, batteries and rope. With eguipment acquired I ran back to homecoming to see the others exiting. Bags were packed flapjack was eaten, cooling down was required and once everything was ready to go I had to try and get a call out. After much hair pulling and phoning round I got a call-out so we were good to go. James had decided he wanted to go back to base which was probably a sensible decision so me and Aidan pushed on.
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Aidan added an extra bolt to the top of the eye of Sauron where he handed me all the heavy bolting kit in case he needed to prussik out. Our 40m rope which was now down the pitch was still very short so a 30m rope was taken down by Aidan. Much bullying was required to get Aidan to go down the pitch as he was being a wus his words not mine he thanked me alter so its all good. Once the rope was free it was my turn where I was equally terrified but couldn't back down after bullying Aidan down. Descending was relatively straightforward until the knot pass. Doing a knot pass 40m below a pitch head and 20m above the floor makes a simple manoeuvrer terrifying. At the bottom of the pitch Aidan asked me to swing over a boulder where I was like, what do you mean, as I'm hanging in free space. I descended onto solid floor which was a relief where we clambered onto the boulder to make another pitch down into another big chamber with a false floor.
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The new pitch head was bolted with a combination of me and Aidan resulting in lightning bolting. This is where we decided to call the series Welsh Engineering due to all the people bar James, sorry James, were from a Welsh university. At the next pitch another deep hole opens out into nothing where we has high hopes of going deeper than the rest of the cave which was not to be. midway down the next pitch as I was looking for a re-belay. I spied a bolt in front of my face to much confusion and annoyance. I quickly realised I had been here before as I was at the bolt traverse I had pushed with Dickon 2 days before. I proceeded to have a 5 minute tantrum that our lead did a big loop collected myself and dropped to the bottom of the pitch to say I was at the bottom.
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This bottom bit was bolted badly due to my frustration although it is still safe. We promptly called it a day and ran out of the cave trying to conserve energy. Exiting at 11:30. The eye of Sauron is pleasantly easy on the way out even with the knot pass. Resulting in an exit in less than 45 minutes. Once at garlic we clattered around trying to get to bed as quickly as possible waking Adam and disturbing Fiona sorry guys.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-29d">2024-07-29</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,James M,Colin F,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - The Eye of Sauron</div>
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I was starting to lose psyche for my lead after the day of festering in Garlic and realising I might spend the entirety of my first expo in a small pointless, upper level of the system. The believed order of the day was mostly a surveying trip so we didn't bring many bolts or much rope.
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At the bottom of the streamway and along about 10m we found a small sledge with a 10m pitch down to another ledge and a seemingly bottomless space below. Colin bolted the way down while James and I surveyed. We joined Colin on a ledge with a prow of rock sticking out into a seemingly bottomless hole. My torch's light on boost mode couldn't make out the bottom! I was incredibly psyched about this find - we were in a massive vertical hypogenic phreatic tube!! This could surely only mean there was a massive lead waiting for us down at the bottom!
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Unfortunately, when we lowered the rest of our 40m rope down from the pitchead we could see the end dangling in space, looking not even halfway down! It was very very scary looking down such a void from such a small prow of rock!
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We decided that we certainly needed more drill battery, bolts, and rope to push this and that would require us leaving the cave. That and James wanted a lift down the hill that evening, which we'd already arranged. Colin set off first on the way out, with the goal of heading straight to GC to get the needed resources while James and I followed him out. We left all the bolts, rope and kit at the bottomless hole so speed our ascent out, but not before James and I tried to survey it - but we were thwarted by endless 'Laser Reading Failed' error messages when we fired down the hole.
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James and I made our way out and within a few minutes of James surfacing, Colin had arrived with more kit and some more food!! I started packing the rope bags and bolts while James dekitted and Colin rekitted up. We check James knew what he was doing before we parted ways and he started to walk across the plateau and Colin and I descended back down. When we got back to what we would later name The Eye of Sauron, we re rigged the traverse into the pitchhead using the 11m rope, I placed a second bolt for the pitchhead (being quite nervous of the drop by me all the while) we rigged it and again hand over hand lowered the rope down to see how far it got. 38m of hanging rope and still no end in sight. I rechecked the rigging, armed with a 30m rope in a tacklebag, and after a lot of whimpering/complaining and some bullying from Colin I descended down. It should be noted I had no bolting kit on me because I knew for a certainty I couldn't reach a wall tom place a rebelay and I didn't want the extra weight on me if for whatever reason I had to changeover and head back up.
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When I got close to the knots in the end, with a locked off simple and not much joy in what I was doing (only fear and trepidation) did I join the ropes together to form a knot pass and hand-over-hand lower the end of the 30m rope down to the bottom. It was hard to figure out if the rope touched the bottom. Committed to the pitch I abbed down to the bottom and called rope free. To my dismay I had landed on a rocky floor with only a tiny C-lead style rift ahead. Nevertheless I let Colin head down because if I had to reascend this, he had too!
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As I was waiting I realised the big boulder I had spotted on the way down was only a few metres above me and I thought I had seen a big space beyond, so with some spotting from Colin as I made some moves up the snappy rock to the boulder and was relieved to see that there was large passage that continued on. We bolted as a team here - me with the hammer and bolts, Colin with the drill and tube and we got 3 bolts in 5 minutes ready for the short descent onto the boulder-y false floor below us. In the same style we placed a bolted for a descending traverse line to a pitchhead at a narrow rift with a clear load of space below. Since I had the honours of descending the big pitch we agreed Colin would do the next pitch.
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To both our dismay, when Colin was roughly 20m down he shouted he could see bolts! and then had a small tantrum when he realised this was the bolt traverse he had belayed Dickon across the other day!!
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A little disheartened we decided to keep dropping the canyon, using the bolts from the traverse to make a very wide rebelay, and to see where we ended up. This ended on a big old rock wedged in the canyon, forming a nice ledge. With it being late and our bags now significantly lighter with many less bolts and metres of rope, we made our way out. Colin being a trooper took out most of the bolting kit. I believe, being pretty lightweight, it took me only about half an hour from here to get to the surface.
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Before I had left I'd told Colin I'd wait 45 mins for him at the surface before I got concerned. Well Cutting-it-close Colin lived up to the name and with 7 minutes to spare! We both dekitted and in silent, tired awe at what we had found that day walked up to GC where we stargazed and enjoyed some mobile data before disturbing Fiona and Adam in bed around midnight in the camp - we were too tired to manage being remotely quiet so we just tried to be loud for as little time as possible.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-30a">2024-07-30</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Adam</u>,Aidan,Fiona,Colin,</div>
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Colin and Aidan arrived in Garlic camp at around midnight, exhausted from their own day of caving prior. Upon all of us waking Fiona and I solidified our plans for the day, deciding to help the pair survey the rest of their new entrance series down into Homecoming. It'd get us into the swing of surveying again after a long break and it would also be a good introduction to the Homecoming cave, which I hadn't been in for a year and Fiona hadn't been in before.
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In packing my stuff, I discovered the dark chocolate caving snack in the barrels and by god after a taste I knew it would be one of my go-to snacks this expo, on the side of gorp.
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We walked down to Homecoming, Fiona and I this time not taking our walking poles with us, and started our descent. The coolness of the cave, even at the entrance, was a great change from the stifling heat of the surface, especially in all of our caving gear.
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I went through the cave system following the others, so did not take as much notice of the names of the pitches as I should have done, which would have made future descriptions of the cave far easier when trying to figure out routes. I believe the route we took in was called the Welsh Engineering Route. In any case, after the first few entrance pitches, we deviated from the main route by taking the a white rope instead of a green rope (upon checking the description now, a few days later, this pitch appears to be Radagast). Instead of going straight down, we followed a rebelay into a traverse into a small phreatic chamber, where we waited for the rest of our group. Here, I put my buff fully on, covering my head as well as my neck, anticipating the further cold. From here, we found a junction where we went right. We came across another downhill junction where we took the left. At the end of this I believe there was a very downhill pitch head with a short traverse section and a deviation rigged off a natural very early on. We popped down and immediately went down a small dusty crawl, taking the next left. A traverse bolt on the left of the wall and a Y-hang on the right, we came into the pitch head for Saruman (with all the pitch head names aside from Eye of Sauron, I'm just taking from the description now). A few more pitches followed this one, which I can't recall too clearly, but at some point there was an upstream pool where Aidan advised us to dip our descenders into to cool them down. We all did so.
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After a traverse to another pitch, we came to the Eye of Sauron. In hindsight, it feels a lot like Mount Doom. There is a traverse and then a rope leading straight from one side of the wall to the pitch Y-hang. This rope hangs over a small walkway, the cave itself almost leading you to the great drop below. I should have brought my One Ring prop so I could re-enact one of the many endings of Return of the King! Alas, I didn't. So we went down, having little trouble with the knot pass most of the way down the rope. Descending to the very bottom of the Eye of Sauron isn't the way to go, as there's a big climb following. The goal would be to descend to the top of the climb and use the rope to pull yourself over, as the rope is bolted there too.
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This is where we started our surveying. Luckily, there was a nice platform where I could sit and put my bag as I put my coat and balaclava on, as well as have some of that amazing dark chocolate. Definitely buying some for myself! I acted as the instrument for the surveying, with Fiona acting as book, Aidan as dog. Colin forged on ahead for some bolting work, to meet us at the bottom.
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The surveying was cold work, but all straightforward. Sometimes the vertical readings didn't function at all, the SAP refusing to work. So we just put them as question marks. In addition, the SAP had a scrolling option that worked by tilting. You could tilt either way, but it would only scroll one way. A bit annoying, Every now and then I found myself in settings, at which point I just had to turn the thing off and on again. We got to a false floor, so on surveying we always were clipped in to a traverse line. At the end of this section, I tried getting a vertical distance down the pitch but the SAP wouldn't have it! So we called it there and just went straight down.
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The wall was a bit muddy and had a few rebelays. In addition, there was a rope protector attached as otherwise the rope would be sliced on a particularly sharp section of rock. We got down to a large rock where Colin was waiting. It was a large chamber with a few leads and a nice streamway ahead. We named the rock Urinal Rock. Not the nicest name, but nature called.
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I liked the look of the rift going off to the left, hoping to visit it again.
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We headed back up, eventually getting to a rebelay named Rivendell. This had a green rope traversing to the left that lead to the main route. This had many awkward, horizontal passages. I remember shuffling on my butt to the left for a good while, trying to keep my position good whilst also not getting my bag stuck. At one point, we had to go down again to go up again! I should really know the names of the pitches here. Eventually we came back up Radagast and, being very tired, I was very happy to hear that we could see the other rope for the Welsh Engineering Route. We came out and saw off Colin and Aidan, who were heading down the hill. We updated our callout with basecamp and set off, getting to Garlic camp safe and sound, but still tired from the cave and the plateau walk. Curries never taste better than after a caving trip.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-30b">2024-07-30</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Colin</u>,Adam,Aidan,Fiona,</div>
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Having scoped our lead the day before having failed to survey it, sorry Becka we dragged Adam and Fiona down with us to help. the SAP however couldn't do long enough legs so was a mainly pointless exercise. I blasted down to the bottom to re-rig Dickon's traverse so we could exit out of the entrance series for a bit of variety and compare routes. We pointed Adam and Fiona in the directions of the good leads I'd seen while waiting for them to join me at the bottom.
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we then decided to leave by the normal route to end up doing the round trip to do a sporting trip. which is ironic on an expedition. there was much cursing of how bastardly and awkward some of the pitches are. I had all of the bolting kit along with a 40m rope that we had de rigged a couple of days ago so that was a heavy bag resulting in some slow prussiking. I also waited occasionality to tell the others where to go for some of the navigation required. we were out of the cave for 18:00.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Sarah</u>,Nat,</div>
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After scrounging together prospecting gear from Stone Bridge, Nat and I set off north of the Tunnock's col searching for new entrances. Some bunde bashing to a first rocky valley yielded some nice looking holes, but all pinched out after less than 5m. Wandering further along, we found p2013-cucc-pit. Finding no info on this entrance on the website, we assumed it hadn't been dropped yet. Nat rigged a rope on with a sling and 2 hexes, and I abseiled down (approx 8m), past a choked boulder, to the bottom. Unfortunately, it choked with rocks and ice at the bottom.
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Further along, Nat spotted another hole (2024-ND-01) - I poked my head in, to be hit in the face with a strong draught. Dropping rocks down gave 4-5 seconds of rattle. Nat began gardening the rocks and boulders suspended above the entrance. I came to help, but ended up dropping a boulder into the entrance, blocking it. We then spent the next 2 hours trying to unblock it, with the hammer, and some slings and my pulley. But to no avail. We eventually admitted defeat and decided someone would need to return with a crow bar and lump hammer.
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We began heading back to Stone Bridge, via the Tunnock's col, feeling hot and grumpy. Part of the plateau disintegrated on me and I twisted my ankle. We slowly continued, and found another good hole (big hole in side of cliff, with horizontal bedding planes - 2024-ND-02), but it was too late in the day and we were too dehydrated to drop. 10m further north, we found another hole (2024-ND-03) and made a note. Made it back to SB, dehydrated, took some vitamin I, and headed down the hill.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Adam</u>,Fiona,</div>
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We left Garlic camp at around 9-10am-ish. Time can blur on these expeditions. I messaged Signal to give our plans for the day. These were to check Homecoming for any drill bits. If we couldn’t find any, we would prospect. If we could, we would go down Homecoming to bolt and rig the rift we’d taken a small look at the day before. After putting these plans into the signal chat, I received a very welcome message from Harry saying that he had drill bits outside of Homecoming that we could use. After the short walk to the cave entrance from Garlic, Fiona and I gathered our supplies and I set a callout at Basecamp for 10pm with Colin. Upon packing the rope into my tackle sack, Fiona made some concerns regarding how long it was and how much we'd be able to properly explore with it. I too was a bit worried, but given what we had available, it was the best option for the time. We entered the cave at approximately 11:30, going down the Welsh Engineering route, as Colin and Aidan had shown us.
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On going down the Eye of Sauron, I told Fiona to wait and shine her headtorch down the great pitch after a minute of descent, at which point I leaned over the hole, attached to the traverse line of course, and took a picture with my own light off. All the while very worried I'd drop my phone. Fortunately this did not happen and we got a really good picture out of it, though I'm disappointed at the actual camera quality, but what can you do?
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We arrived at Urinal Rock at around 1:30pm and we looked into the rift that we had seen the day before. I remembered on the journey down that the rebelay onto the rock had some coiled up rope at the end and so instead of starting our rigging at the rock, we simply extended the pitch down to the rift. We used the hammer on various sections of rock on our way down, but neither of us liked the sound of them. Eventually, I got to a small platform in the rift. I walked to the edge of the platform and tried the hammer on two opposing rock walls. Success! The rock sounded good! I got to work drilling the bolts and setting up a Y-hang. I made some small mistakes during this, such as not flattening the rock properly for the anchor and bolting at a slight angle. Simple and really annoying stuff. It ate much of our time as I used the sharper end of the hammer to correct my mistakes. After I rigged these, I descended from them to a further platform down below, wanting to be the very first to know if my Y-hang was insufficient. Fiona then followed me down and took the bolting gear to set up the traverse along the rift. At the first traverse bolt, the rope had ran out and we set to work using the short rope we'd brought down with us. As Fiona bolted, I ascended to Urinal Rock to grab some more gear. As I did so, I noticed a glaring problem: the rope rubbed. The thought of someone being on this rope I'd rigged and it snapping would haunt my dreams, so I knew a deviation was needed. We didn't have the gear for a deviation at this time, but I still tried to find a suitable natural. There was a sizeable flake that I liked the look of, but I wasn't sure. I tried climbing up to it to get a closer look and pulled on it.
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The damned thing came off in my hands. About twice the size of my head, heavy and sharp. I sat back in the rift for a few seconds just in disbelief and then told Fiona to stand well back and that I was going to drop the flake. After she stood well out of harms way, I dropped it down the rift and it smashed into pieces into the streamway. We'd have to find something else for the deviation.
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Fiona then continued bolting, eventually bolting three sections of the traverse. She used her jammer to look round a bend, finding a big chamber! I can't recall how large it was, but it certainly a surprise to me. My past experience with bolting traverses in expo has led to... well more rift. The fact that this one actually led somewhere was exciting. Unfortunately, the rope we had was not enough to set up another section of traverse and then descend into said chamber. The last bolt was already pushing our time and I did not want to be out after call out, so we resolved to come back and properly survey our findings at a later date. The day prior, however, I'd promised the SAP to Todd, so it would have to wait at least a few days.
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As we prepared for our journey out of the cave, I noticed that I had left my pantin in my bag at the top. I was annoyed, but only a little. I'd survived the last expo without a pantin at all, it'd be fine.
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The out journey without a pantin was no problem, but I did make some dumb mistakes, largely involving not looking where I was going. Twice I hit my shoulders on sharp rocks whilst prussiking and not looking, one time I prussiked up and hit my head very hard onto a flat ceiling. Annoyed at myself, I stopped to make sure I hadn't bitten my own tongue or cheeks in the process.
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My ascent of Eye of Sauron before Fiona had given me a bit of headway, so I took a small break at the top of one of the later pitches to sing some Cavetown. None of his songs involve actual caves as far as I'm aware. After a few of these, Fiona caught up with me and we exited the cave at 6:45pm, 2 hours after we'd started to leave.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-08-01b">2024-08-01</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Lara</u>,Chi,Colin,Liam,</div>
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I'm not sure exactly why I decided to end my expo with a trip that was specifically designed to be a derigging sufferfest but it seemed like a good idea a few Gossers deep at basecamp. It did indeed turn out to be an epic but very much not in the way we expected.
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The day started slightly sadly after a night at Garlic: Harry had consumed ice cream illadvisably (and maybe was ill on top of that). So his stomach and his fever meant it was decided it was unwise for him to join us. Colin was stolen from Todd and Aila to become an extra mule for the many many metres of rope we expected to carry out. The plan was simple: Watershed ended in a sketchy duck and the lack of enthusiasm for pushing it meant we should really remove all the rope up to Strained by Gravity. It was going to be around 300 to 400m and probably some strenuous prusiking. Chi and Harry had also realised the disto was in calibration mode on their last pushing trip so our extra task was surveying the lead they had slightly killed.
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We went in down Aidan's new Welsh Engineering route, guided by Colin. Though it was very pretty (cool 60 meter freehanging pitch down a tube) it was deemed probably not safe for a main route. The main pitch was in a noticeably drippy and it was a bit snaggy. This was a bit of a shame because as much as Wallace and Grommit have grown on me against my will Welsh Engineering was definitely more efficient. Let it also be noted that the water was very low at this point and the streamway peaceful and quiet below Grommit.
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I took over the tour guiding at this point and showed Colin down Watershed, Chi and Liam nattering about something technical at the back. At the bottom of Strained by Gravity I instructed him to walk quickly through the section Chi calls 'The Gauntlet'. Colin looked at me like I was being silly: 'Its not even that drippy'.
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After a fair bit of Caving we reached Chi's new traverses at around 3:30 and were pretty chuffed at our expediency. Chi and Liam arrived soon behind us in time for me to begin apologising as doing book was so slow. This theme continued but it was fun to see the new passage and seeing the duck at the end was a nice reward for finally getting down all the data. It was more promising than expected; a nice draft coming out of it and quite a few B leads which had potential for bypasses.
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Our turnaround time of 7 had crept up on us so we had to leave the very bottom of watershed and contemplate the long derig out. This is where things stopped going to plan.
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Chi began on the bits he and Harry had bolted, while I zoomed to the bottom of My Favourite things to wait for the bags to be passed out. Colin took a full bag and went on ahead. During this time feeling slightly guilty I decided I would offer to do the next section, up to the top of Alpine Showers. A slightly daunting task as I hadn't done any derigging on bolts and was pretty green at derigging in general. Ah well, I'd give it a go.
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Eventually Chi and Liam turned up, went up the pitch and I began. The first pitch was fine, but the second bolt at the top started spinning as I undid the bolt. I abandoned the hanger and continued along the traverse, aware I was being pretty slow. Somewhere along the traverse, undoing a maillon I noticed the roaring of the waterfall - I always get paranoid at water noise. Better just check though: 'Chi! Is that getting louder'. He surprised me with a matter of fact: 'Yes, it is'. Oh fuck.
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Having read Becca's trip report I checked my watch: 8:20. Apparently, as I learned later, 40 mil of rain started pouring on the surface at 7. At this point I should have abandoned the derigging and got the hell out of dodge but my decision making wasn't working perfectly. I sped up, shoving maillons and knots into the bag and not being as careful with points of attachments as I should have been. Chi shouts round the corner something about the waterfall getting bigger. He was going to get up it and out of there. I kept derigging, pretty frantically, one more bolt started spinning on the traverse and another at the top of the tiny pitch after the bottom of Alpine Showers, this time almost as I'd taken the hanger off. I cursed as I fumbled and dropped the nut on the next bolt. The noise of the water was deafening. Chi was shouting something at me down the pitch, so was Liam but I couldn't hear a thing. The waterfall down the bottom pitch was a torrent and at this point I was pretty goddamn scared. At least I had my layers in the bag with me, I could get through this.
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At some point before expo I had a vague memory that Kai had made me promise not to ascend a pitch in a flood pulse. I knew what the middle pitch was like, pretty splashy at the best of times, it needed a deviation we'd never put in and I'm bad at avoiding water. Maybe I shouldn't so something stupid here. I finally gave up on the derigging, Chi was shouting at me something. Maybe: come up? I shouted 'IT'S TOO WET' a lot of times and heard clearly 'I KNOW!!'. Great.
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At this point I'd resigned myself to at least a few hours alone at the bottom waiting out a flood pulse, no group shelter but I had warm clothes and I wasn't wet yet. The bottom of the rope I'd just derigged landed on a nice dry ledge: that's where I wanted to be. As I reached to put the maillon back in and rig it again I realised I couldn't use a spinning bolt with the nut almost off it. I was just contemplating the rope rub by rigging of the previous bolt and quietly singing <em> My Favourite Things </em> to myself when I saw Chi's light at the top of the pitch. He really wanted me to come up. Okay, plan change.
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I ditched all the rope onto the ledge, knots with maillons and hangers in the pile with everything else. After a glance to check my layers were there I got going. Chi shouted something about not swinging into the water: okey dokey. I half prussiked half clung to the wall, relieved this pitch wasn't as wet as it looked. The waterfall was roaring right next to me but I was fine. I reached Chi, very very relieved to no longer be alone.
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Chi leaned in to be heard, he was wet from the waist down but impressively calm. Right, we were going to get through this. I de-weighted the traverse so he could rerig is looser so it didn't pull you taught into the waterfall. He told me to watch what he did. In essence: climb up the right ledge as far as possible swing round the waterfall, now gushing like a split pipe out the right hand wall around three metres up the pitch. After that, prussik like hell. The ideal was to only get soaked legs. Chi swung but ended up in the waterfall, he was soaked but got to the top of the pitch. 'Not like that', okay I shouted, 'I'll do it my way'. My way wasn't better.
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Steps one and two went well but my pantin and footloop popped off just under the waterfall, exactly as they had the last time I'd got dripped on on this pitch. This time it was a lot more than the splashback spray. Chi was shouting GO GO GO, and I wasn't moving up the rope. At this point I decided there was nothing for it and reached down to put back on my footloop. The waterfall was pounding on my helmet - I had to get out. I frogged like hell fresher-style and got up the pitch, completely soaked but not drowned.
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Chi and I came to the same conclusion, abandon the derig, cave fast and get the hell out. Liam had also got soaked below the waist and this was dangerous. I met Colin along the rift and he greeted me with a cheery 'I'm completely dry!’*. Despite the look I gave him he and Liam were brilliant: cajoling me up pitches where my SRT was shaky with adrenaline. There was a lot of checking up on each other.
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Up flowstone canyon I was a lot calmer but worried. I was properly exerted but only lukewarm and I knew Chi got hypothermia at the drop of a hat. At the junction I raided my layer bag to the dregs: Chi got my pufferjackets, I got spare thermals and a waterproof and in surprisingly high spirits we kept going.
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The way out was shivery but cheerful. Moral was pretty high and we even stopped for noodles. Poor Liam and Colin were roasting at the pace we needed so there was a lot of sitting very close at pitchheads and transferring warmth. Still we laughed at the clusterfuck that had happened and kept caving out making not terrible time.
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Chi's D and B was brilliant as always up Wallace and Grommit and for once I was looking forward to long pitches where: rather than the normal experience of sweating in no layers, this time I got back to a nice temperature. The final push and walk back to Garlic was very welcome. The first thing we did when there was reassure Harry we hadn't died. He knew that we’d headed into active streamway and watched the weather forecast change.
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It sounds crazy but it was a brilliant trip, fun in adversity becomes more fun and we all got out safe. For one thing, Chi looked very funny in a green and purple jacket all the way round his head. Still, I'm definitely avoiding waterfalls for a little bit.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Todd Rye</u>,Aila Taylor,Isaac Neale,</div>
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After a bit of festering at base camp, it was decided that a rescue mission was needed to recover Isaac’s simple. Luckily, the A lead he had dropped it down was above Strained by Gravity, which meant we could get there and out relatively quickly. So off we went!
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It was midday by the time faff and the walk to Homecoming passed, and we were off down the entrance series. It was a bit of time before we got to the corner traverse that we were going to drop down from. I scrambled down the rift to see if it could be climbed, but it ended at a 10m drop. We decided the best point was from the traverse, so Isaac set about bolting whilst Aila and I started to survey.
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It didn’t take long to drop, and soon we were treated to the sound of Isaac whooping and saying “Hello my sweet prince!” Reunited with his descender, we set about looking at what was ahead, which was a few spacious chambers (including Cupids Cavern, which has lots of heart shaped formations), and a few rifts here and there. Around one corner was a phreatic tube, which we set about traversing into. Ahead it kept going at roof level, so we went a little way along, before deciding that the survey would have to take precedence.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Adam</u>,Fiona,</div>
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I woke up in Garlic to many new faces, these being Chi, Lara, Liam and Harry. Their trip was going to be derigging Watershed, but they would be going down the Welsh Engineering route and then ascending into the Watershed through Rivendell. I was spending much of the morning trying to figure out the logistics of Fiona and I's trip to push and survey our lead, so we needed more rope and a disto/SAP. After seeing that all the rope that was at Garlic was there because it was not to be used, I was a bit despondent. Chi told us however of some rope that had been left in the Junction between the Watershed and Second Coming. We didn't know how to get there, so the other group volunteered to lead us. After some contemplation, I resolved that a proper survey simply wasn't possible. We'd promised the SAP away, it'd have to wait. We also had the added complication of wanting to head down to basecamp that night. We figured with what we planned to do and the
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We headed to Homecoming, with Fiona and I walking ahead, veering off to the right, following the cairns and, at times, the spray paint. This was a mistake. We soon realised that we were not at all on the right track and that we were instead following the hunter's path. We saw Chi shouting to us from the actual Homecoming spot and for a bit we tried Bunda Bashing our way to them, but it was apparent that we should just walk back to where we were on track and carry on from there. Indeed, that's what we did. When we arrived at Homecoming my main goal was to figure out logistics, which involved setting up callout and getting the times sorted. I called basecamp and managed to secure an 11pm callout, having a similar time for getting to the Loser Alm for a pick up by Sarah. Isaac was apparently fine with this as well, which he confirmed when he arrived. If he was earlier than us, he'd try to get a ride with Jono. Else, he'd be with us.
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I grabbed the relevant gear for the trip, cutting a good length of cord and getting a drill bit from Harry, who felt ill and was staying on the surface. Colin said he was doing a bounce trip and had gone in before anyone else. I took pictures of a Welsh Engineering description from Lara's phone to get a better idea of where to find the rope. After this, Lara and her group went in after Colin. We soon followed, wrapping our drill in my jacket as we didn't have a foam covering. The delay between Lara's group and Fiona and I was too, great, however. They would be going fast so they wouldn't be able to show us the way to the junction.
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After Radagast, getting to the phreatic tube, I opened the description on my phone and began to read. I quickly realised it was useless to us for what we wanted. We want a way to get off the Welsh Underground route, whereas this was just a description of that route, plain and simple. Useful for that, but nowt else. I could therefore not tell where the junction would be. It was out of scope.
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Fiona and I eventually descended onto a platform with two pitches. Facing the wall, the one on the left led to Welsh Engineering. Right? We went down to see what we'd fine. There was a climb followed by a very narrow squeeze which we quickly realised wasn't the way. As a result, we headed back. It became apparent to me that for our time constraint, we couldn't use the rope.
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When we got to Urinal Rock, we started unpacking the bolting gear. It was at this point I realised another mistake: I'd left the drill bit at the top! We'd not be able to bolt a new deviation, though it did mean it was good we bailed on the rope. As such, I found a new natural to rig a deviation on. This time, it was a bridge of rock where I could pass a cord through. I stood at the bottom of the pitch with Fiona adjusting the knot to make the deviation more pronounced. When we were satisfied with how much it pulled the rope we tested it. First with my weight and me ascending, then with both of our weight. It held true! I was very pleased with this, but seeing as we needed to come back for a proper survey anyway, I was also keen to properly bolt it.
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Fiona then drew a grade 1 survey of the Brandywine, including where we'd put the bolts. Worry not, this will be properly surveyed! After this, Fiona started to prussik out of the cave and I stayed behind to adjust the bolts of my Y-Hang. After I was satisfied, I followed.
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10 minutes after leaving, rain started to pour down. Even further into our hike, we saw flashes of light and the distant rumble of thunder, some of it being worryingly close. We knew, however, that it was faster to just walk back to the carpark from where we now were on the plateau. As the rain continued and we got more and more soaked, our spirits got more and more dour. We got a tad lost a few times, but these were trivial compared to our prior mistakes and we got off the plateau in only a few hours. After an hour of stoic walking against the wind and rain, we arrived at the Loser Alm at about the same time as Sarah, being very glad of the sight. The walks across the plateau had pained my knee greatly, the downhill track to the Loser Alm being agony. I was glad to be going down to Basecamp for a couple days rest. Hopefully the next journeys on the plateau would be less agonising and we'd be able to push our lead further! Next time, the callout would be 8am.
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What had planned to be a cool, early walk up to the plateau invetably became a more middle and hottest part of the day sort of deal. Drenched in sweat we made our way to base camp where we stopped for a quick lunch then headed off in the Tunnocks direction.
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I'm not sure exactly why I decided to end my expo with a trip that was specifically designed to be a derigging sufferfest but it seemed like a good idea a few Gossers deep at basecamp. It did indeed turn out to be an epic but very much not in the way we expected.
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The day started slightly sadly after a night at Garlic: Harry had consumed ice cream illadvisably (and maybe was ill on top of that). So his stomach and his fever meant it was decided it was unwise for him to join us. Colin was stolen from Todd and Aila to become an extra mule for the many many metres of rope we expected to carry out. The plan was simple: Watershed ended in a sketchy duck and the lack of enthusiasm for pushing it meant we should really remove all the rope up to Strained by Gravity. It was going to be around 300 to 400m and probably some strenuous prusiking. Chi and Harry had also realised the disto was in calibration mode on their last pushing trip so our extra task was surveying the lead they had slightly killed.
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We went in down Aidan's new Welsh Engineering route, guided by Colin. Though it was very pretty (cool 60 meter freehanging pitch down a tube) it was deemed probably not safe for a main route. The main pitch was in a noticeably drippy and it was a bit snaggy. This was a bit of a shame because as much as Wallace and Grommit have grown on me against my will Welsh Engineering was definitely more efficient. Let it also be noted that the water was very low at this point and the streamway peaceful and quiet below Grommit.
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I took over the tour guiding at this point and showed Colin down Watershed, Chi and Liam nattering about something technical at the back. At the bottom of Strained by Gravity I instructed him to walk quickly through the section Chi calls 'The Gauntlet'. Colin looked at me like I was being silly: 'Its not even that drippy'.
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After a fair bit of Caving we reached Chi's new traverses at around 3:30 and were pretty chuffed at our expediency. Chi and Colin arrived soon behind us in time for me to begin apologising as doing book was so slow. This theme continued but it was fun to see the new passage and seeing the duck at the end was a nice reward for finally getting down all the data. It was more promising than expected; a nice draft coming out of it and quite a few B leads which looked promising for bypasses.
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Our turnaround time of 7 had crept up on us so we had to leave the very bottom of watershed and contemplate the long derig out. This is where things stopped going to plan.
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Chi began on the bits he and Harry had bolted, while I zoomed to the bottom of My Favourite things to wait for the bags to be passed out. Colin took a full bag and went on ahead. During this time feeling slightly guilty I decided I would offer to do the next section, up to the top of Alpine Showers. A slightly daunting task as I hadn't done any derigging on bolts and was pretty green at derigging in general. Ah well, I'd give it a go.
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Eventually Chi and Liam turned up, went up the pitch and I began. The first pitch was fine, but the second bolt at the top started spinning as I undid the bolt. I abandoned the hanger and continued along the traverse, aware I was being pretty slow. Somewhere along the traverse, undoing a Maillon I noticed the roaring of the waterfall - I always get paranoid at water noise. Better just check though: 'Chi! Is that getting louder'. He surprised me with a matter of fact: 'Yes, it is'. Oh fuck.
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Having read Becca's trip report I checked my watch: 8:20. Apparently 40 mil of rain started on the surface at 7. At this point I should have abandoned the derigging and got the hell out of dodge but my decision making wasn't working perfectly. I sped up, shoving maillons and knots into the bag and not being as careful with points of attachments as I should have been. Chi shouts round the corner something about the waterfall getting bigger. He was going to get up it and out of there. I kept derigging, pretty frantically, one more bolt started spinning on the traverse and another at the top of the tiny pitch after the bottom of Alpine Showers, this time almost as I'd taken the hanger off. I cursed as I fumbled and dropped the nut on the next bolt. Chi was shouting something at me down the pitch, so was Liam but I couldn't hear a thing. The waterfall at the bottom pitch was an absolute torrent and at this point I was pretty goddamn scared. At least I had my layers in the bag with me, I could get through this.
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At some point before expo I had a vague memory that Kai had made me promise not to ascend a pitch in a flood pulse. I knew what the middle pitch was like, pretty splashy at the best of times, it needed a deviation we'd never put in and I'm bad at avoiding water. Maybe I shouldn't so something stupid here. I finally gave up on the derigging, Chi was shouting at me something. Maybe: come up? I shouted 'IT'S TOO WET' a lot of times and heard clearly 'I KNOW!!'. Great.
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At this point I'd resigned myself to at least a few hours alone at the bottom waiting out a flood pulse, no group shelter but I had warm clothes and I wasn't wet yet. The bottom of the rope I'd just derigged landed on a nice dry ledge: that's where I wanted to be. As I reached to put the maillon back in and rig it again I realised I couldn't use a spinning bolt with the nut almost off it. I was just contemplating the rope rub by rigging of the previous bolt and quietly singing <em> My Favourite Things </em> top myself when I saw Chi's light at the top of the pitch. He really wanted me to come up. Okay, plan change.
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I ditched all the rope onto the ledge, knots with maillons and hangers in the pile with everything else. After a glance to check my layers were there I got going. Chi shouted something about not swinging into the water: okey dokey. I half prussiked half clung to the wall, relieved this pitch wasn't as wet as it looked. The waterfall was roaring right next to me but I was fine. I reached Chi, very very relieved to no longer be alone.
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Chi leaned in to be heard, he was wet from the waist down but impressively calm. Right, we were going to get through this. I de-weighted the traverse so he could rerig is looser so it didn't pull you taught into the waterfall. He told me to watch what he did. In essence: climb up the right ledge as far as possible swing round the waterfall, now gushing like a split pipe out the right hand wall around three metres up the pitch. After that, prussik like hell. The ideal was to only get soaked legs. Chi swung but ended up in the waterfall, he was soaked but got to the top of the pitch. 'Not like that', okay I shouted, 'I'll do it my way'. My way wasn't better.
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Steps one and two went well but my pantin and footloop popped off just under the waterfall, exactly as they had the last time I'd got dripped on on this pitch. This time it was a lot more than the splashback spray. Chi was shouting GO GO GO, and I wasn't moving up the rope. At this point I decided there was nothing for it and reached down to put back on my footloop. The waterfall was pounding on my helmet - I had to get out. I frogged like hell fresher-style and got up the pitch, completely soaked but not drowned.
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Chi and I came to the same conclusion, abandon the derig, cave fast and get the hell out. Liam had also got soaked below the waist and this was dangerous. I met Colin along the rift and he greeted me with a cheery 'I'm completely dry!'. Despite the look I gave him he and Liam were brilliant: cajoling me up pitches where my SRT was shaky with adrenaline. There was a lot of checking everyone else was okay.
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Up flowstone canyon I was a lot calmer but worried. I was properly exerted but only lukewarm and I knew Chi got hypothermia at the drop of a hat. At the junction I raided my layer bag to the dregs: Chi got my pufferjackets, I got spare thermals and a waterproof and in surprisingly high spirits we kept going.
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The way out was shivery but cheerful. Moral was pretty high and we even stopped for noodles. Poor Liam and Colin were roasting at the pace we needed so there was a lot of sitting very close at pitchheads and transferring warmth. Still we laughed at the clusterfuck that had happened and kept caving out making not terrible time.
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Chi's D and B was brilliant as always up Wallace and Grommit and for once I was looking forward to long pitches where: rather than the normal experience of sweating in no layers, this time I got back to a nice temperature. The final push and walk back to Garlic was very welcome, where we reassured Harry we hadn't died.
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It sounds crazy but it was a brilliant trip, fun in adversity becomes more fun and we all got out safe. Still, I'm avoiding waterfalls for a little bit.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Harry</u>,Dickon,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Pepper Pot - Huge shaft with deathy entrance</div>
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We went to drop Pepper Pot, a promising looking entrance shaft with ongoing passage Dickon had spotted near the Col-Homecoming path. The entrance drops 20m to a short downwards crawl with a very loose floor, leading to a huge shaft approx 100m deep (4.5 second drop). Unfortunately it is impossible to exit the crawl without pushing rocks down the shaft and quantity of loose rock makes gardening everything infeasible. We started bolting hugging the wall to avoid the path of falling rocks but later decided it should be abandoned as there was no way of making it safe. A shame but there are several drafting holes nearby that may provide a safer way in.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-08-02c">2024-08-02</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Jacob</u>,Liam,</div>
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Liam and I set off to Eishohle from the col at around half 2. We had been on the brink of heading straight to the car park and skipping the cave on account of already being rather wet and more rain being potentially on the way, but managed to convince ourselves to try it anyway.
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The walk to the ice cave is one of the more frustrating plateau walks and at points not entirely clear but we had luckily aquired Todd's GPS track to follow and after an hour and a bit we arrived.
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We kitted up for the cave, I in Wookey's crampons and Liam in Harry's, and we trudged down the snow slope to the cave below. Liam's first response to the small icy mole-hills near the entrance were "fuck we've missed them, they've melted...", however turning the corner we were happy to find that was not the case.
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Towering sentinels gathered in council rose up from the icy floor towards an impossibly high roof as the two of us wandered between their ranks. Liam started arranging lights around them and I got a bit distracted taking photgraphs instead of enjoying the sights but I eventually put my camera and phone away.
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After a bit more wandering and contemplating how long I'd last in any of the icy-cold pools dotted around the chamber we decided we should probably head out if we wanted to back at basecamp at a reasonable hour. The walk back would've been uneventful were it not for the second thunderstorm of the day catching us halfway. Now truly sodden we made it back to the car park where we had a short but lovely conversation with the Loser sheep herder before a jolly Christopher, blasting his pirate music arrived to drive us down the hill.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-08-03a">2024-08-03</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Dickon</u>,Colin,Harry,Becka,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Second Coming Derig</div>
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While the second coming of Christ will probably be quite exciting and very much not inevitable as far as your average atheist is concerned, the same cannot be said for the derigging of the Second Coming.
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Enthusiasm was surprisingly high at the entrance but had mostly been extinguished once the actual derigging commenced. Harry did a heroic job derigging the shockingly dangerous traverses beyond Swiss Cheese and we each headed out with a sizeable bag (Colin took two because he's young and 'ard).
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The positive outcome of the trip was the realisation that the traverses may well have been unnecessary in the first place as the rift that passes through Swiss Cheese drops a short distance to a pleasant descending canyon which will probably connect to the base of Salamander Queen.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-08-03b">2024-08-03</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Lucy</u>,Tom P,Rosa B,James W,James M,Zac,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">below promised land - Promises undelivered</div>
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It appears that James' logbook entry for our prospect day has gone walkabouts, so I am writing again.
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After a heroic day huddling from the rain, we set out to finally prospect, trudging up to tunnocks col, down, and back up again. James W, Zac, and Risa arrived first and successfully bullied the massive boulder out of the entrance to Nat and Sarah's promising shaft.
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Rosa bolted and headed down first. Meanwhile I explored James W's nearby (10m awaY) discovery. I wriggled over a boulder that he had kicked into the entrance, gardened rocks down the slope, and found a very pleasent chamber - completly chocked out - that I decided would makje an excellent camp for anyone my sized. It even has a nice ledge in the entrance for storing gear. I did a sketch survey and named it Mercurial Mine in honour of the glistening water on the walls.
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Back to the initial hole, rosa had arrived back at the surface without too much promise and a bit cold, so I went in. A dodgy single bolt descent took me into a lovly. very wide shaft (very slowly on the thick rope) and down onto the ice plug. Had ome fun slipping around and swinging across the roiom on the ice. I put a deviation directly on a spike of ice, and tried desending down a hole at the edge of the ice. After two meteres or so I decided it was a bit too dodgy. I shouted down and the echo was very unpromising. I could see 4 or 5 meteres further down, ending in boulders on a floor. I could imagine it is possible a crawl could lead on horizontally a meter above the floor, but there was no wasy of testing this without descending below some dodgy ice. Did a sketch. headed back out. shooted the disto down to the ice and measured an avarega of 21m vitrical hight.
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rosa and james went off to survey pelvis pot. its a large open hole with a climb down on the north and south sides, there is a continuation on the east side which continues down a climb past a pelvis (gemze?) to a chossy end with a small tube on the left which also chokes out.
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We headed off towards the Promised Land. Very excited about the area that had apparently 'made backa smile'. All in all it was a bit hopless. Lots of masive long, deep rifts - around 7-12m deep, 2-6 m across - that would all appeared to chock out at the bottom. No evidence of anything horizontal. The most promising spot was a nice arch at the bottom of a wide rift that Rosa and I scrambled down to, but this did not go more than a few meters deep. I walked above all the major rifts and scrambled down into a few, witrhout promise.
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My opinion is that the beds in the promiosed land are all poor in caves. And if there were any minor caves they would pop out very quickly. Searching on the northern side of the ridge may be more promising where the beds can be intercepted.
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Some of the group explored Stoney Arch up there, then we headed back. Me James and Rose decided to return in a straight line by taking a bearing to Stoney Bridge. The platau monster did not approve of this decision and punished us with forests of bunder to swim thorugh.
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We did however discover a very promising cave entrance. Turns out it was found by becka in 2004, and surveyed in 2013 by Alex Crow et al, but there is some ambiguity about whethjer it was killed off, and may be worth returning.The whole area around there appeared highly promising for cave entrances - though seems to be well prospected in the past.
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Arrived at stoney as the first rain drops fell, througoulyu punished for our hubris for attempting a 'short cut'.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Bier Tent</u>,</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,James W,Tom P,Harry K,Dickon,Rosa,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">saltmine - We go to the gulag</div>
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<h3>The Plan</h3>
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With some down time at base camp before the big de-rig we were looking for a non-strenuous activity to engage in. Inspired by Jono and the Balister's visit to Halstadt, we thought we'd visit the Altaussee equivalent.
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However, several people wanted to come who had other priorities (Dickon and Harry), namely, retrieving kit. This meant we had to wait for them to finish, which was estimated to be around mid-afternoon.
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The kit collecting team <i>were</i> done by early-afternoon so Tom, Rosa, James, and I rushed up to meet them at the mine. However, after Dickon rather bluntly asked "Do you speak English?" to the receptionist she explained that the next tour was for children and we'd have to come back at 4.
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<h3>The Tour</h3>
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Having forked out 22 euros for ticket, we were all marched through a turnstile and handed a overall jacket and trousers each. While putting these on, Dickon joked about how it felt like we were being sentenced to hard labour. Once changed, we were expected to wait in a small theatre room until everyone was ready, at which point a film about the mine explaining it's history and contemporary use was played, at the end of which the screen rolled up and the curtains behind brushed aside to reveal the entrance to the mine.
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Our tour guide then stepped out and, in a pattern that would be repeated for the rest of the tour, explained first in German, then in English, about the mine and what we would be doing next.
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In single file we marched into the mine where the air became colder and colder. After 350 meters, we were through the limestone layer and had made it to the salt. Magnificent multicolour layers of rock spiralled and swirled around each other while small formations bristled from between the seams. After a further 350 meters we reached another theatre room where we watched a video about the two salt extraction methods. The first and oldest, involves simply mining the salt and grinding it down. In the second method, bore holes are dug hundreds of meters into the salt and then water pumped in. The water dissolves the salt becoming brine which is then pumped out to a processing facility where it is dried back into pure salt. After the video, someone in the crowd asked how much salt was left and how much longer they could mine it for, to which the guide explained that they had dug bore holes over a thousand meters down and still not found the bottom of the deposit meaning they could continue to harvest for 2000 to 3000 years.
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From the theatre room, we were marched onwards to a large chapel built from salt blocks in, what felt at the time, like a large chamber. Religious murals and decantry were strewn everywhere in classic catholic fashion. The guide explained that it was the miners chapel to saint Barbara, the patron saint of miners, and that he himself had been married there 24 years ago. He also explained that we <i>should</i> have been smelling a wonderful aroma of pine needles and salt but instead we had the even more wonderful aroma of cured pork as they were drying meats in a neighbouring room.
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After the chapel, we moved to another room which housed an underground cabin that would put <i>deep sleep to shame</i>. Here there was an exhibit on the Nazi use of the mine as an art store and how it was all nearly destroyed but for the courage of the miners removing eight bombs just before the end of the war.
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We then went down our first slid. Dickon, Tom and I were grouped together in a threesome and achieved some considerable speed. At the bottom of the slide, we marched through a tunnel of projected art works to the top of the next slide which dropped us into a truly vast chamber. This chamber housed a lake with an island in the middle adorned with musical paraphernalia. We were then all asked to be seated for a show during which the cavern was illuminated in a spectacular display of lights and sound.
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It was at this point the tour was concluded and we were all marched back out of the mine. Many comments were made about how much warmer we got as we approached the entrance. Back in the mine buildings we changed out of our overalls and were handed a complimentary thimble of salt.
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I had a brief conversation with Tom after which we both concurred that it was a worthwhile experience for the amount we had paid. There was also much conversation within the group about the possibility of a cavers tour and seeing even more of the mine.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Becka</u>,Chris,Nat,Sam,Ellie,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Plateau - Prospecting north of deep Balkon</div>
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We waited until the rain mostly cleared then headed off in low visibility. The day gradually cleared. See Becka's GPS for locations. Our only significant find was a 15m deep rift that Ellie bolted and said there was no way on ... only for Christopher to find a nearby horizontal entrance that connected in to it ... and then a further horizontal entrance. Our 3 entrance cave was, though, only ~45m long. This was 33T 411543 5284219 Elev ~1888m. Finished and can be katastered, photos on Becka's phone.
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In addition we checked out a blocked shaft, 33T 411490 5284140 Alt ~1892. Rubble slope to a choke - finished, not worth katastering. Becka photo.
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Also Gemse Graveyard, 33T 411542 5284276 Alt ~1920. This was a small choked chamber 8m x 2m. Nat has a photo. Finished, not worth katastering.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Adam</u>,Liam,Fiona,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - 'Twas a simple pleasure</div>
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Today we were finally going to survey Brandywine Overpass!... right?
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Well, when Fiona and I woke up at Garlic camp we saw the clouds low in the sky. This, as well as the rain that had accompanied the past week, did not give us hope for our little section of cave. Welsh Engineering, at the time of typing, having a wet reputation. Liam was down at basecamp and was hoping to join us, though the night prior we told him that midday may be best to join us on account of how not pleasant the weather was looking for this morning. Not god-awful, just not pleasant.
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Fiona and I arrived at Homecoming at noon, the walk to the cave entrance being quite damn on account of the low hanging clouds covering the flora in dew, meeting Dickon, Harry and Liam. Dickon tried to convince us that Simple Pleasures was both a more practical push for the day and a better push in general, commenting that our Brandywine Overpass was probably already surveyed at a different level. The latter was something I was indeed worried about whilst first bolting the route, but I saw zero indication of prior surveying. I was quite stubborn about our push, especially since we hadn't even surveyed it yet and we wanted to avoid a scoop.
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We put on our gear, after many a cave covered in muck and not exactly the driest. With the general wetness of the area, putting on gear was not a neat affair. Indeed, bags got muddy and things were untidy inside and outside the bags, despite our attempts to control the messiness.
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We got underground at 1pm, going down the regular entrance series route in order to collect rope from the junction, as well as just pick up and take out tackle sacks to aid with the eventual derig of Homecoming. I did not like the regular route. Well, scratch the past tense. Even at time of righting, I do not like it. The awkwardness of the horizontal sections annoyed me, with the bum-shuffling across a traverse and the uncomfortable manoeuvring of tackle sacks. I much preferred Welsh Engineering, with its straightforward downs and then ups. We eventually reached the junction, pointed out to us by Liam, who'd been there before. The lead up to it was such a breezy section of cave! Even as Liam was explaining the different passages to us, I could feel my temperature dropping. Fortunately, we moved on quickly to get to the actual junction. There, we found two things: a collection of food and a single tackle sack of rope. It had previously been told to us that there would be two tackle sacks, so we were a tad confused on that, but what could we do? I noticed that the bag of flapjacks had the word "vegan" on them and I started eating with glee. Though to call them singular flapjacks would be a stretch, more like if you took flapjacks, dried them out a bit and crushed them to the texture of granola. Tasty nonetheless and very welcome!
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We continued on our way to Rivendell; using the survey it was an easy find. Near the end all I needed to do anyway was to follow the sound of the water! We got to the traverse and the noise was far greater than I'd ever heard, though the actual wetness of the area below Rivendell was pretty much the same as it had been when it was dry. I persisted, but the others were understandably hesitant, given the roar of the water. I continued on my way down from Rivendell, Liam following. With each descent, I grew more and more anxious. The water was simply too loud to be comfortable. When I reached the bottom, I looked around. Our section of cave was the same at it'd ever been, but opposite the waterfall was more full, the streamway far below us flowing with greater power. None of this at the time was enough to make things any worse for a push. But if there were the situation that the weather changed above, would we hear it? Would we be given that small warning beforehand? With the water making communication difficult, I didn't think so. It was simply too risky and I cursed myself for descending down to this point. When Liam was low enough, I yelled as loudly as I could for us to go back up and pursue Simple Pleasures, as had been suggested to us outside Homecoming.
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When we came up to the breezy passage near the junction, we headed up a pitch to the left, which Liam had previously said led to Propane Nightmares. We eventually reached a traverse over a rift that led to a Y-hang on the ceiling which led directly to the Simple Pleasures push. We were about to head down, but Fiona noticed that one of the bolts on the Y-hang moved when we put weight on it. That wasn't a fun sight. So, we took our time to bolt a new one! I did the drilling for this, which certainly was an interesting experience. I leaned back on my cowstails and tried my best to keep the drill level with the ceiling. Keeping the rock-dust (or cave-coke) out of my face was fun, but I managed. The most difficult part proved to be actually hammering a bolt into the damned thing! The awkward angle made it a challenging task, with each of us trying shifts at it, trying different hammering techniques too! Eventually we got there too, but it was an exhausting affair, by far the longest single bolting I'd ever accomplished. We switched the arm of the Y-hang onto our bolt and I descended down. We got to a chamber named, I believe, Cubid Chamber, for the love-heart patterns seen on the path. As the prophecy foretold, they were there. We left some of our bags by the pitch and moved forwards to see what we could find. We'd eventually turn back and return for surveying. My favourite part of this lead was a section where the rift was partially covered in flaky rock with a pattern to it reminding me of crocodile skin, or at least something crocodilian. There was a flake that seemed to have the sides of it broken away but persisted by some rocky stubbornness. In keeping with its reptilian pattern, it was long and looked like a crocodile, wading with only the top of its head out of the water. We took care to not tread on it or any of the flake near it. There was an oxbow that went over a false floor, which we took extra care not to tread on so we wouldn't, well, fall through and die. To my regret I accidentally knocked the tip off a stalactite, knocking it just as Liam's warnings reached my ears. I kept extra low for the rest of the day. Eventually we came to a narrow rift and headed back for our survey gear. Liam would act as dog, I as instrument, Fiona as book.
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After we reached our initial stopping point, we continued further to find a climb down into a new rift. At first I was sceptical if after climbing down we could climb back out, but with three of us plus a sling, we would make it. Life... uh... finds a way. The rift after the climb down did not side well with Liam, with few nice footholds to support oneself upon. A lot of leaning and counter pressure was require, though this was something I quite liked, friction willing. The walls were covered in a brown layer, easily scraped away, revealing a white layer underneath. Reminds me of an oreo, actually. Anyway, we got to a point where even leaning and counter pressure wasn't a sure thing. We saw that it clearly required bolting or would just be way too risky. We finished our surveying and started to leave. We derigged the Simple Pleasures pitches, as they wouldn't be needed any more on this expedition. We returned via the regular route, rather than Welsh Engineering, with the bags we'd promised to take. However, we left some rope for the next day. We'd survey and push Brandywine if it killed us (not really, of course, we're all safe here).
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It was a long journey back, with me just being the most tired I'd been in a cave for a very long time. I'm not sure if it was mental or physical, but to get myself up and running again I had some Kendal Mintcake for the first time in the expo. Another thing that helped was taking mini-naps whilst waiting for people to prussik out of the longer pitches. I'd never be full asleep, but even lying with eyes shut does wonders.
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We got out of the cave at half past midnight, getting back to camp at 1:30am. A very tiring day, ending with curry and noodles. I grew worried about potential derigs of Welsh Engineering that would thwart (or at least slow) our attempts at Brandywine, but that was a worry for another day. Or at least, the same day but after some much needed sleep.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-08-06a">2024-08-06</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Becka</u>,Chris,Liam,Nat,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Plateau - Circumnavigating the Greisskogel</div>
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On our second day of prospecting we returned to yesterday's area (see Becka's GPS track). Liam hunted us down later in the day from Garlic (we were based at Top Camp), chasing us down using the Meshtastic device.
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We started by checking out 1626.upsidedown pot - this didn't look interesting.
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Then Nat descended Cowbell Hex Pot (which we had spotted yesterday) at 33N 411495 5284134. This was a p10 down to a choke in a 5m x 10m chamber with no way on. This is finished and does not need to be katastered. Becka has photos.
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Chris then led us to Snowplug Bowl at 33T 411200 5284190 Elev ~1889m. No way on was found - does not need to be katastered. Becka has photos.
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The area to the NW of the Greisskogel peak looked really promising. For example, 1626.neu.unbekanntes.karstobject seemed interesting with some long rattles.
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Liam bolted and descended Triangle Pot at 33N 410906 5284117 ~1943m. This was a 6m pitch to a boulder choke. It is finished and does not need to be katastered.
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We also checked out a huge, obvious hole in a rocky slope at 33T 410850 5283971 elev ~1942m. The entrance was 4m wide x 10 high, leading to a 30 degree slope that could be walked down to a snow plug with no obvious way on or draught.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-08-06b">2024-08-06</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Adam</u>,Fiona,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Finally</div>
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We woke up late that day, the previous night having us only go to bed at 2:30am. As such, we only managed to get to Homecoming at about 1pm. We parted ways with Liam shortly after descending the first steep hill on the way to the Homecoming entrance, giving him my Mesh as he was going to be prospecting with Becka.
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It was a very hot day, getting dressed at the Homecoming entrance being an exhausting affair in itself, feeling very much like a jacket potato. I could feel myself sweating underneath all my layers as I packed my bags for the trip. The derigging would only be attempted the next day, so as far as I was aware this was our last chance for the Brandywine.
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We entered the cave at 2:15pm and as I stepped into the cold of the cave, it was not the refreshing experience it was in trips prior. Instead, it made me feel very aware of my sweat, making me feel clammy and chilly all over. A wholly unpleasant sensation.
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Fiona and I went down the regular route, as we had done the day before. We both shared our distaste for this route, missing the straightforward pitches of Welsh Engineering. We rejoiced that this would be the last time we'd be in this entrance route this expedition. We came to the junction and picked up the rope we'd left last time, though left the food. After having some last time, I became worried that it was food that was left for the derigging team that we'd unknowingly gorged ourselves on (it wasn't, thank the gods). We swiftly headed to Rivendell to get down to Urinal Rock. Whilst still louder than the first time we'd come to the cave, it was far less so than the day before, which set my mind very much at ease.
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Fiona descended to me and marked the point for the first survey station, descending further to then mark the second station. After this, I made the measurements and was prepared to read them out to her. However, the pencil didn't work. I hadn't used SexyTopo before for this and I didn't really want to spend any time learning whilst actually in the cave (I should have practised whilst using the app to calibrate the disto I'd been given before coming up, oh well!), so I just used a notepad app on my phone. It was in a nice waterproof case (well, not so nice. It was partially broken) that hung around my neck so the only problem was when I misclicked and it thought I wanted to voice activate something. So this time, I was book and dog while Fiona was instrument. For the section we'd already bolted, I made the dumb decision not to put on my jacket. I'd put on my balaclava, but I was still getting quite cold.
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When we reached the end of what we'd done, I unpacked my tackle sack and Fiona started rigging a Y-hang while I finally put on my jacket. The "chamber" we'd collectively remembered at the end of our rift wasn't much of a chamber at all. It was more of a widening of the rift, this time with a nice floor to stand on before it continued being a narrow rift. The pitch wasn't even as deep as we'd remembered. We didn't even need any of the rope we'd brought! We just continued the rope from our traverse.
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The rift went on until it became evident that bolts would be needed; the bits by my feet that would be nice to stand on didn't look, well... nice to stand on. They appeared to be quite fragile, especially under the full weight of a me. It wasn't worth it to risk it, so we ended the surveying there. We wanted to get out fairly early, so we were basically on our turnaround time anyway. Fiona stayed behind to derig all we'd done up to Urinal Rock (which we'd leave for the Welsh Engineering derig team) whilst I'd go up to Rivendell and derig the traverse in from the regular entrance route. At this point we discovered that she'd left her pantin at the top of the cave, so I lent her mine. I'd ascended Welsh Engineering once before without one, so I knew it was within bounds to do so again. Given the wide nature of the Rivendell traverse, it was a tad nerve wracking. As I ascended the rest, to my mind occupied I started playing the St Trinians movie in my head. The Eye of Sauron was exhausting and I remember getting to the top and just sitting, having a big ol' snack break. This time I'd packed some vegan cola bottles. In the cold they were very chewy, making the snack break half an effort in itself. On the further pitches, I took further breaks to sing some Cavetown.
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We reached the top at 8:45, finally having surveyed Brandywine Overpass! I emerged to see amazing clouds in the sky, crowning the mountains that marked the col, tinted a beautiful red by the evening sun. A wonderful end to a trip!
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-08-07a">2024-08-07</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>james m</u>,Lucy,Zac,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - not much deriging or surveying</div>
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The trip began a bit unorganised at around 11 am. We had the task of re-surveying welsh engineering however we didn't really know where it began or ended or where the survey quality diminished hence we came to the conclusion that we would link our survey back to the top of Radaghast when we exited.
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At around 4 pm we reached the eye of Sauron and came across the same issue Colin, Aden and I had earlier which was the survey device wouldn't reach the bottom. Regardless we continued down and ignored this slight issue.
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This pitch was my first knot pass and i managed to get myself into a bit of a tangle. Using multiple mystery knots and a foot loop which included my cows tail to get below it .
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By the time I got to the bottom it was around 5 pm I was quite damp and not happy. When the others got down the surveying continued and after a short pitch i began a decent on a longer pitch.
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About 5 m down Lucy shouted 'don't risk getting wet'.
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I was confused the pitch was pretty dry and looking down at the bottom there wasn't a stream way.
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I then heard Lucy shout 'the waters coming!
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CLIMB!!'
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I had previously been listening to a relatively quiet cave, but i began to hear the sound of rushing water. It took a second or two from standard cave noise before this sound reached its maximum volume (which was very loud).
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A pulse flood had occurred!
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Some of the fastest SRT i have ever done got me to the top of the pitch where we then got into the group shelter.
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Apparently Lucy's had initially thought the SRT i was doing was just really loud before realised it was water.
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The first shelter set up was on a slope where we were all sat ontop of each other; there were a few bags beneath us for insulation. We had 2 shelters the second shelter was used to block the gap in the down hill slope. Other than the shelters i had no other warm gear , I was already wearing all my layers(as well as my under suit I had a skin on). I was also very happy i had been greedy that morning since i had 8 chocolate bars and a bag of sweets on me.
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One of the big worries we had was that we didn't know if we were in the way of the flood. But we didn't really discuss this or other water related stories instead our time was taken up by talking about extractor fans.
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At 7 pm the water had not died down but Lucy wanted to take a look around: So, she headed down the pitch i had hastily climbed up earlier. She returned 30 minuets later having deriged the pitches, but she was soaked. Supposedly she was regretful that she didn't manage to survey the pitches.
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We then move the shelter to flatter ground, Lucy announced we couldn't miss our call-out so we should all climb up the eye of Sauron and out. The plan consisted of Lucy first, me second, Zac de-rigging at the back, don't stop or you will freeze. Lucy would also be taking the smaller shelter.
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At 8 pm Lucy left, the shelter immediately got colder. About 10 m up the pitch she shouted at us 'dont follow me, i will change your call out to 8 am, you may have to wait many hours'.
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At about 10 pm Zac announced we should do some engineering so we made a flat platform and got back in the shelter. Initially we were at opposite ends of the shelter. But we did end up spooning :). I was big spoon :( .
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At 11 pm the sound of water got quieter on the pitch bellow but above us it was still as loud, we decided to wait longer.
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I'm not sure if i was hearing cave trolls or something but i kept hearing occasional clicking. It also felt like mysterious water tubes were opening above us as the sound of gurgling water changed.
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At 1 am I began shivering. Zac had already been shivering for some time and he decided to put another layer on. This was good for him but the communal warmth of the shelter did get lowered. Around this time we decided we would leave at 5 am.
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Between 1-3 am we both also managed to get some sleep which surprised me since i thought i was awake the whole time.
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At 3 am we decided it was too cold so we headed out. The amount of water coming down the eye of Sauron had not decreased since 11 pm.
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The pitch took me about and hour. My hands were numb on the lower section where the rope swap was. My light also went into battery saving mode, and I had forgot to charge my emergency light. A quick battery swap solved this at the top of the pitch.
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Near the top of Radaghast i remembered how we had not linked our survey up.
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At 5 am i got to the surface just in time for lighting up, followed shortly by Zac.
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We had managed to de-rig 4 pitches, had created an unlinked survey and spent 10 hours in a emergency shelter.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-08-07b">2024-08-07</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Harry</u>,Christopher,Liam,Becka,James W,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Derigging Watershed</div>
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Myself and Becka went in first and derigged from My Favourite things to the top of Flowstone canyon. This timed well with meeting James, Liam and Christopher to help carry bags along the traverses. Becka and I headed out with bags, while the others continued derigging to the start of Propane Nightmares, replacing old ropes on the handline climb and up pitch.
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[Ed. Name specified just as "James", but since James M was on the other trip on this date, this must be James W. Or possibly the other trip really was James W and it was misnamed James M.]
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<div class="tripdate" id="2024-08-08a">2024-08-08</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Harry</u>,Lucy,Liam,</div>
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In good spirits after her flood pulse epic the previous evening in Welsh Engineering, we convinced Lucy to come along and help derig Homecoming. Welsh Engineering still looked too wet so we went down the entrance series. Everything went fairly smoothly and we derigged to the top of Radagast.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Harry</u>,Liam,</div>
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<div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Derigging Welsh Engineering</div>
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The Welsh would be ashamed to be associated with Welsh Engineering. After swinging off from the top of Radagast there are a some steep down climbs that are not fun back up with big bags, some handlines would greatly improve these. The pitches have mostly been bolted to put you directly in line with the water, despite going on a dry day we both got very wet. Skinny cord through a sharp drilled thread is not substitute for a bolt and hanger, making for a thought provoking traverse to one of the pitch heads. On the way back up, multiple pitches had extremely severe rope rub, with the ropes sliding back and forth across sharp edges whilst prussiking. It gave a difficult balancing act of prussiking carefully to avoid rope rub and prussiking fast to avoid a complete soaking. Moral of the story, don't let new expoers bolt without supervision.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Harry</u>,Liam,</div>
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It misses some of the creature comforts of Stone Bridge but Garlic was refreshingly quick and easy to derig - perhaps the quantity of gear at top camp is excessive? We took videos and photos of the tarp rigging which I will put into a document at some point. <br>
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52 noodles <br>
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35 curries <br>
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10 custard <br>
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7 bags of fruit and nut <br>
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20 soups <br>
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25 porridge sachets <br>
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3 bothy bags <br>
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3 first aid boxes <br>
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7 camp beds + 1 broken (fabric ripped) <br>
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9 foam mats <br>
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Tarps + bivvy rope <br>
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Water bucket <br>
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Several daren drums <br>
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Solar panels + charging box <br>
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2 shovels <br>
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Funnel <br>
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Stove <br>
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Kettle <br>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,Colin,</div>
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Having spent the previous day at Homecoming fettling rope, I had been unable to bounce the car-park to drop my kit off. This was a problem as I had two carries worth of kit to haul.
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So on the morning of the Saturday when everyone was getting ready to pack-up Stone Bridge I was already on my way down the hill. I didn't stop once, not for water, shade or rest until I reached the car-park where I offloaded my kit, took a ten minute break and then headed back up.
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I was expecting to reach the top camp team on my way back up, and I did, ten minutes away from top camp. Nat explained that Colin would be coming back up for a second run later and that I'd have to get a lift with him. This left me with a considerable amount of time at top camp with nothing to do.
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So I did what any reasonable person would do and found a nice sunbathing spot. Fortunately I still had my sleeping kit and so pulled out my pillow and lathered up with Sun-cream before spending a blissful couple of hours in the sun.
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Of course I was minorly irritated that, had I known this would happen, I would've hung around earlier and helped with the de-camp, then bounced the car park with Colin. But at least I got a needed break.
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As the hours dragged on I began to wonder where Colin was. I'd expected him around five but he didn't arrive until 6!
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We then packed up and set off back down to the car-park.
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Just as we were climbing off the plateau we heard whooping. So we stuck around the Col until James M and Harry appeared. We then marched down the hill together where we met Chris who drove us down the hill. As we were driving down we marvelled at the light show the Austrians had decorated the Loser and neighbouring peaks with.
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