Given the option of slithering back through the blocs or taking the wire of death, I zipped across the wire. James decided on the path. This may have been the more sensible choice, as I slogged up the frozen snow slope it became apparent that the prospect of failure was high and the consequences even higher. When you get to the top of the path in summer, you have to mantel the side of the road and pull on the crash barrier to get out, this is hard when there's 3 inches of frozen snow and your hands are numb. Had to warm them up sufficiently to be able to feel, then managed to wedge foot in a hole in the wall and undercut the side of the road (no snow!) enough to get stood up. Then I could get the barrier and get onto the road. A sigh of relief!
Waited for james at the top and took down the details for the new bunkhouse. James had done new base line and piranja in his trainers on the walk back through the forest. Inspirational stuff. Wish I could have seen it to be honest. Apparently there was snow in the new base log crack which he had to clear with his free hand on the ascent. Waddage.
Sacked it to thusis for a hot chocolate, then drove back to claro for tea and a beer. Tomorrow, cresciano. Going to look at Franks wild years, dt stand and Kirk windtain. Possibly also la boule but splits not good, and that one is sharp.