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We had barely slept three hourswhen a flurry of activity eruptedover the camp. The other four werepacking up for a journey to the surface..And with good reason. Ourfood had already been stretched fourdays longer than intended. WhenSchreiber and I exited to the thunderof a violent tropical storm a daylater two weeks had passed since ourentry. It was the night of April 16.ACLIMB AT BB DOMEDuring the next few days theteam was in a state of transition.Steve and Dino returned to the States.Jerry Atkinson joined us, having justspent a month caving in northernMexico. Then, while returning fromtown on a resupply trip April 17,mishap number three struck. JimSmith fell from the roof, breakinghis ankle, when the truck cameto a rough stop. This reduced ourlead team to four and there was seriousspeculation that we might notbe able to pull everything out beforethe rainy season hit.The afternoon of April 21 sawRichard, Hal, Jerry and I againdropping toward Camp II. We intendedto break the derigging operationup into three phases -- CampIII to Camp II, Camp II to Camp 1/2,Camp 1/2 to the surface. It took usa long day to bring all the tackleout from Camp III to Camp II. Butafter that we were convinced thatwe would have the drive to get itout the rest of the way and thus focusedour attention back to the climbat BB Dome.Perspiring from the three hourrun I racked my climbing gear, thenclipped in and jumared up to wherethe line was anchored. Richard arrivedshortly with his antiquated56three knot prusik system and tiedhimself into the wall. With the belayready he gave a nod and I movedup to the roof. To the right was anoverhanging flows tone face that lookedlike a feasible route around theslab above me. Using a healthy numberof slings looped through shortcolumns I was able to aid across ituntil it gave out in a forty meterfree drop to the floor. In vain Ibolted up three meters to where Icould see that this route led to nothing.The wall went straight intothe ceiling. Reluctantly I resignedmyself to tackling the main roof direct.Schreiber called up in an impatientvoice, "Are you in a stablespot?" "Yes," I replied after clippingan etrier into the pins in theceiling. "OK. I'm going to changecarbide." This done he searched theoverhang looking for a weak point."Can you traverse out that buttressoverhead? It looks good from here."The look required a bolt and a fourpoint aid traverse but it was wellworth it. We had surmounted theoverhang. Six meters later I climbedover the head of the buttress.The triumph was short lived for insteadof a booming passage we wereleft staring up another 50 metershaft. And so it went. Finally,at a point 120 meters vertically above where we had begun we intersecteda low crawl and the climbs ceased.A hundred meters further on we crossedthe base of an immense dome --at least as high as what we had climbedalready -- and suddenly the windreversed direction. It had been atour backs through the crawl, urgingus on. Yet now, descending the opposingcorridor, it was in our face."Crossing the drainage divide," Richardsaid quietly. We felt a surge ofconnection fever coming on. Our forwarddrive was stopped short by afifteen meter pit just around thecorner. We had no more rope.
Two days later saw Hal, Richardand I back with 150 meters of linedetermined to make the connection.Seven drops later we ran out of ropeand began slogging along a low passagewith knee deep mud. Steamyand tired we hoped it would sump outsoon so we could finish the surveyand get out. Most of us were on ourlast burn and anticipated returningto camp on what dubious chargeremained in our Nicad packs. Twentytwohours had passed. There seemedno end to the mud. Suddenly, Halcalled back, "Hey, something big upahead. I hear a large stream.Really!" It was a big twenty-fiveby twenty-five meter borehole. Justlike the one in • . . a cold wave ofperspiration swept over me. Justlike the one in San Agust1n. It wasthe one in San Agust1n. Stunned silence.We had looped around. Wesat down on a rock to console ourselves.What a lousy quirk of fate.And worse, it wasn't over yet. Wewere now down to a half charge ofcarbide each and a swift retreat toCamp II was of paramount importancemeaning we would have to come backonce more to pull the ropes outlest they be blown to shreds when therainy season hit.Jerry and Hal left for the surfacethe following day with tightlystuffed duffels. Richard and I procrastinatedfor several hours, finallyovercoming our lassitude. Oncemore we slid into those wretchedneoprene skins and for the sixth timeheaded for that remote dome complex.Fifteen hours later the dour deed wasdone and following a relatively shortsleep we began cleaning camp up. Allwell and good I thought. We'd spent39 days at or below Camp II now anddiscovered nearly seven kilometersof new passage. To remain any longerwould be asking for a flood. Theever elusive connection was going tohave to wait again, until next year.Despite thre~sixty pound duf-Lloyd de-rigging above Camp I.(Bill Stone)fel bags of equipment between us, wemanaged to derig everything to the400 meter level that day. The effortleft us quite winded and wefound ourselves crawling meter bymeter, up the last drops to the SalaGrande. Had it been night, I wouldhave bivouacked right there on thetrail we'd worn into the hill fromcountless supply runs. Instead wewere greeted with a blazing sunriseand the brilliant onslaught of colorswas nearly too much for our dark adapted eyes. We climbed up the verdantslope toward the ochre sky. Itwas good to be back.57
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We had barely slept three hourswhen a flurry of activity eruptedover the camp. The other four werepacking up <strong>for</strong> a journey to the surface..And with good reason. Ourfood had already been stretched fourdays longer than intended. WhenSchreiber and I exited to the thunderof a violent tropical storm a daylater two weeks had passed since ourentry. It was the night of April 16.ACLIMB AT BB DOMEDuring the next few days theteam was in a state of transition.Steve and Dino returned to the States.Jerry Atkinson joined us, having justspent a month caving in northernMexico. Then, while returning fromtown on a resupply trip April 17,mishap number three struck. JimSmith fell from the roof, breakinghis ankle, when the truck cameto a rough stop. This reduced ourlead team to four and there was seriousspeculation that we might notbe able to pull everything out be<strong>for</strong>ethe rainy season hit.The afternoon of April 21 sawRichard, Hal, Jerry and I againdropping toward Camp II. We intendedto break the derigging operationup into three phases -- CampIII to Camp II, Camp II to Camp 1/2,Camp 1/2 to the surface. It took usa long day to bring all the tackleout from Camp III to Camp II. Butafter that we were convinced thatwe would have the drive to get itout the rest of the way and thus focusedour attention back to the climbat BB Dome.Perspiring from the three hourrun I racked my climbing gear, thenclipped in and jumared up to wherethe line was anchored. Richard arrivedshortly with his antiquated56three knot prusik system and tiedhimself into the wall. With the belayready he gave a nod and I movedup to the roof. To the right was anoverhanging flows tone face that lookedlike a feasible route around theslab above me. Using a healthy numberof slings looped through shortcolumns I was able to aid across ituntil it gave out in a <strong>for</strong>ty meterfree drop to the floor. In vain Ibolted up three meters to where Icould see that this route led to nothing.The wall went straight intothe ceiling. Reluctantly I resignedmyself to tackling the main roof direct.Schreiber called up in an impatientvoice, "Are you in a stablespot?" "Yes," I replied after clippingan etrier into the pins in theceiling. "OK. I'm going to changecarbide." This done he searched theoverhang looking <strong>for</strong> a weak point."Can you traverse out that buttressoverhead? It looks good from here."The look required a bolt and a fourpoint aid traverse but it was wellworth it. We had surmounted theoverhang. Six meters later I climbedover the head of the buttress.The triumph was short lived <strong>for</strong> insteadof a booming passage we wereleft staring up another 50 metershaft. And so it went. Finally,at a point 120 meters vertically above where we had begun we intersecteda low crawl and the climbs ceased.A hundred meters further on we crossedthe base of an immense dome --at least as high as what we had climbedalready -- and suddenly the windreversed direction. It had been atour backs through the crawl, urgingus on. Yet now, descending the opposingcorridor, it was in our face."Crossing the drainage divide," Richardsaid quietly. We felt a surge ofconnection fever coming on. Our <strong>for</strong>warddrive was stopped short by afifteen meter pit just around thecorner. We had no more rope.