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The Climb
We did it. With people pusing the route out while others were sill climbing the earlier pitches. Six of us got to the top (of seven who started - one deciding discretion was the better part of valour). We encountered Fulmar chicks which are every bit as unpleasant as their reputation. They look innocent, little balls of downyy feathers, but are capable of emmitting an evil smelling oily goo with incredible acuracy over distances of at least twelve feet. There was a temptation to give the one who had complete command of one of the belay/abseil ledges an early flying lesson coutesy of one of the larger hexes, but no-one wanted to get any nearer than was absolutely necessary. Campsite to campsite - 15 hours, but a day well spent!
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| Last Updated 18 Feb 2001 |
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