"This isn't rope, this is bloody float line for boats!"
"Yeah, I dunno why it was in the back of my truck."
"Okay, it's quadrupled around the tree, it might hold. Throw it in low and give 'er!"
SNAP: "What the hell was that?" "One of the strands breaking."
SNAP SNAP SNAP: "That's the other three."
Thus it was thus that the tree across the Roxey Creek Road remained in place and we were forced to walk all of 90 minutes to the bivy in upper Roxey Creek. If the next party up brings a chainsaw and a good truck, you're looking at a 10 second approach to the mining cabin.
Granted if we had been able to move the log the approach would have been the shortest we could ever recall, but I was somewhat relieved that I didn't have to punish my truck any further on that road (beware approaches that call for skills learned in completely different socioeconomic communities).
I had heard from a few folks that the north ridge of Dickson was an underrated and under climbed line and a stunning view of it last year from far off Mount Winstone put it back at the top of the list. It's pretty much the last piece of granite in... To see the full trip report you must login as a paid member. Use the Login Page. (message p3)
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