CUCC Expeditions to Austria: 1976 - 2024

Having no plans to cave at Garlic camp I set off for homecoming with no plans, a bag full og gear of hope. I met becka as they were descending the entrance and joined their pushing/derigging trip to their evident relief. My first trip down proceeded smoothly, although the large red Av was annoying to manouver through the crawls. The pitches down hobnob hallway were accompanied by and all pervasing roar which signalled the presence of an unseen torrent of great magnitude. The pushing front(Lassitude canynon) that been left was now a knee deep streamway and not an inviting prospect. We chose to push a muddy traverse along a phreatic passage at the top of the rift. I was elected to bolt and shuffled along slowly, economically putting a traverse line with the meagre allotment of through bolts allowed to me. The phreas dog legged a couple of times but we ran out of rope relatively quickly. The keyhole continued for another 10 meters before dog legging left again out of sight. I dropped 4m to a ledge in the right but this proved a dead end. We decided to derig I derigged the traverse and then becka took over on goosebox, we heading over slowly derigging all the handlines leaving a drill and bolting kit at the bottom of the entrance series. I caught up with Chi on the way out who had left Rob and luke in the insanity of Second Coming. We surfaced near 10 and I returned to Garlic with becka.