A little snowstorm adds to the excitement

It's not over. Crappy feet, trying to stay a little off the floor, fearful of the slip down a foot or so that might wedge me for good. Paul leaves me things to stand own - his pack here, another spot his helmet with mine on top. Just enough to get me through. I try to reach back to retrive the helmet - no way, no how. Over rocks under rocks, but we're getting there. We reach the junction with the right fork. I've never been so happy to see graffiti. Shouldn't be there, but I know what it means. Paul and Tom are up exploring the right fork. "I'm heading on." Wide again. I can breathe. The adrenaline is gone. Suddenly I'm cold. I say goodby. I don't think I'll be back.

Thanks, Tom. But really - what were you thinking?

The Big Guy

Getting tired.

Finally - Belfast Boulevard. Tom from above.

And Rob from below. Almost done!

Interesting shapes - the walk out.

...with the usual casualties

Panorama of sunset on the end of Leprechaun. Click for full size version