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25th Feb : Out Sleets Beck 27 Feb 2012 19:43 #6504
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Alex W & Sue, Nigel and Alex R
4 of us headed off onto the cold windswept moors. Before we had even left the car we were down to 3 due to a missing battery box. I picked up a crow bar to move something that blocked my way at the end of the cave last time and we set off.
3 of us entered the cave, with me leading having been there before (Me, Sue & Nigel). I remarked on the awkward climb would be fun on the return (from memory) and rigged the first little pitch. I say pitch it was a climb. Then onto the first proper pitch, I was rigging all the while, quite proud of my rigging until the last pitch when two mallons escaped to join the churning water below, this was due to me needing the crab they were attached to for a deviation. They were there one second then magically gone the next without a sound. Well can't let tradition down can I? They have of course been replaced with shiny new ones as these were lost to the depths.
2 of us (me and Nigel) braved the start foamy water of the bottomless flooded rift.
1 of us (me) made it through, though covered in foam like some teenage reveller on the south coast of Spain. It was a good foot or so deeper then normal and judging by the industrial foam recently sumped. Freezing my whatsits off I beat a hasty retreat having left my crowbar behind anyway through fear of drowning.
I asked Nigel to de-rig as I was visibly shaking from the cold and despite all of my hot chocolate, I did not fancy waiting in the maelstrom at the bottom of the pitches.
The top pitch/climb was free climbed by both me and Nigel and after I de-rigged this one (a bit warmer now) I dragged two bags out for fun and more warmth all the while being careful not to be smacked in the face with the crowbar that was now sticking out of the bottom of my own bag. Oh well it needed replacing anyway, must have had it a good two years now.
Good trip though.
4 of us headed off onto the cold windswept moors. Before we had even left the car we were down to 3 due to a missing battery box. I picked up a crow bar to move something that blocked my way at the end of the cave last time and we set off.
3 of us entered the cave, with me leading having been there before (Me, Sue & Nigel). I remarked on the awkward climb would be fun on the return (from memory) and rigged the first little pitch. I say pitch it was a climb. Then onto the first proper pitch, I was rigging all the while, quite proud of my rigging until the last pitch when two mallons escaped to join the churning water below, this was due to me needing the crab they were attached to for a deviation. They were there one second then magically gone the next without a sound. Well can't let tradition down can I? They have of course been replaced with shiny new ones as these were lost to the depths.
2 of us (me and Nigel) braved the start foamy water of the bottomless flooded rift.
1 of us (me) made it through, though covered in foam like some teenage reveller on the south coast of Spain. It was a good foot or so deeper then normal and judging by the industrial foam recently sumped. Freezing my whatsits off I beat a hasty retreat having left my crowbar behind anyway through fear of drowning.
I asked Nigel to de-rig as I was visibly shaking from the cold and despite all of my hot chocolate, I did not fancy waiting in the maelstrom at the bottom of the pitches.
The top pitch/climb was free climbed by both me and Nigel and after I de-rigged this one (a bit warmer now) I dragged two bags out for fun and more warmth all the while being careful not to be smacked in the face with the crowbar that was now sticking out of the bottom of my own bag. Oh well it needed replacing anyway, must have had it a good two years now.
Good trip though.
