A happy memory
Oct. 10th, 2003 08:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azziriaTrawling through some stuff this morning I came across this pic, which brings back some very happy memories.
This is me down a cave called Kaninchenhohle (coded number 1623/161) in the Totes Gebirge mountains near Salzburg, Austria, back in 1991. We first discovered this cave in the summer of 1988, and it went big (and in fact is still being explored). In 1990 we connected to a cave previously entered by a French club a few years previously, so 161 had more than one entrance (it now has at least 4 or 5, to my knowledge).
This pic was taken down France (the area of cave entered by the French entrance) on a surveying trip (to map new bits of the cave) during the 1991 expedition. The group I was with (4 of us) were all old lags (ex-students) who had done a load of caving together over several years - all competent cavers, and all good mates and drinking buddies. We'd intended to survey, but as we descended the first pitch a sudden thunderstorm hit and the cave flood pulsed, making it unwise to go any deeper, so we turned it into a photographic trip - hence the pic of me in Francophobia Inlet.
It was a good time, a good laugh with good friends, and this photo reminds me of some very happy stuff :-)
This is me down a cave called Kaninchenhohle (coded number 1623/161) in the Totes Gebirge mountains near Salzburg, Austria, back in 1991. We first discovered this cave in the summer of 1988, and it went big (and in fact is still being explored). In 1990 we connected to a cave previously entered by a French club a few years previously, so 161 had more than one entrance (it now has at least 4 or 5, to my knowledge).
This pic was taken down France (the area of cave entered by the French entrance) on a surveying trip (to map new bits of the cave) during the 1991 expedition. The group I was with (4 of us) were all old lags (ex-students) who had done a load of caving together over several years - all competent cavers, and all good mates and drinking buddies. We'd intended to survey, but as we descended the first pitch a sudden thunderstorm hit and the cave flood pulsed, making it unwise to go any deeper, so we turned it into a photographic trip - hence the pic of me in Francophobia Inlet.
It was a good time, a good laugh with good friends, and this photo reminds me of some very happy stuff :-)
