Mark Wright
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I think the Ice-Cream Trail in Rowter Hole falls into this category. I know a few good cavers who have failed to go all the way through to the top of the Crystal Orechasm.
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dcrtuk said:For the shear quantity of squeezes I think Ogof Rhyd Sych would take some beating. Definitely not a cave for the salad dodgers.
This video sets the scene.
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This was a re-post after the forum issues so I guess our posts have crossed and although it says 'No longer available' the link to the video does still seem to work - pleased you liked it.robjones said:dcrtuk said:For the shear quantity of squeezes I think Ogof Rhyd Sych would take some beating. Definitely not a cave for the salad dodgers.
This video sets the scene.
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Already mentioned on page 1 of this thread.
Good video! Thanks for posting.
T pot 2 said:One of the finest mind bending nerve stretching pushes that I ever undertook was a barren passage off white lion chamber in Giants Hole. I had looked at it several times and even put me head in in order to have a look see. Anyway one Thursday evening I went for it. The approach is down hill into a flat out crawl that is followed by a sharp right turn followed by a sharp left turn within a body length, this is then followed by another left hand corner where you have to rotate your body from being on your front to your back in order to make a final right turn and then reverse the manoeuvre to be on your front again, this then lets you access the small extension that was found. On the first foray at the end of said push I arrived at a stall curtain, I could not reverse because of the turns and twists in the crawl and had to demolish the said curtain with the oldam battery lamp that I was pushing in front of me. Unfortunately my head set got between the stal curtain and the battery which hit the headset to only explode on impact leaving me in darkness. With no light and heading into unknown territory I felt my way forward, fortunately I found a boulder slope 0.50mtr below the break through point. Here I sat and tried to communicate with the others that I had left at the start of the push but this was to no avail.
Feeling around the boulders that I was perched upon I found enough of my lamp to get the dip bulb working and set off to explore. I was the first person to see the extension, what an experience. The return trip was even more nerve racking because my lamp bezel disappeared and I had to exit in total darkness.
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paul said:I'm surprised no one's mentioned Colin Boothroyd!
"Don't be put off by the fact that it looks impossible. You can get in feet first by lying on your side". Geoff's words of encouragement led to a caver lying 30 degrees off horizontal, head uppermost, surrounded by a narrow rocky rift with his boots clunking on a solid wall at the invisible bottom end. At this point the passage turned through a 90 degree bend before closing down to nothing. The problem was that 3 days worth of survey notes lay 4m down somewhere at the bottom of the rift.
After proving that it was possible to wriggle back out again more encouragement resulted in the caver slipping down the rift to a wider mid-level section. With a folding up of the feet and a half-rotation of the upper body it was possible, with some discomfort, to look down at the 90 degree corner. A couple of rock flakes barred access to the lower rift which could only be entered by descending vertically at this point.
Crash, crash, crash! The lump hammer returned the familiar sulphurous smell of freshly split limestone. With a lot of heat generation and careful wriggling of the waist it was possible, with the assistance of gravity, for the caver to slide down to the bottom of the rift. The "snug" fit was deemed too snug for the return and so from a standing position, and a carefully aimed swing of the arm... crash, crash, crash!
Geoff's desire for regaining the lost survey book seemed for the time being to have been replaced by a genuine concern - a concern for not having to organise a cave rescue from one of the world's more remote caving regions. "Don't go down unless you can get back out again" echoed rather belatedly round the narrow rift walls. Looking around at the bottom the "corner" turned out to be a T-junction with a rift leading to the top of a large vertical shaft, some 2m in diameter and 10m+ deep. The rift in between was too tight and more interesting than the survey book... crash, crash, crash!
"Have you found the book?". A quick look around on the floor confirmed the presence of mud, limestone chippings and not much else. "Where did it fall?". "At the bottom somewhere, I think it might be covered in mud by now". Digging fingers into the the smooth wet mud an unnaturally flat surface was eventually uncovered. After pulling the plastic coated object out the caver wasted no time in carefully squeezing back up the vertical rift. Waving an arm through a tiny slot into the main passage above he calmly enquired, amongst deep less-controllable inhalations of air to his lungs, "Is this what you were looking for?". :read: :halo:
On the Trail of the Wolf: NORWAY 1989, The Wessex Cave Club Journal, 20(225), September 1990