Grot Rides Again

Day four of the world famous Stormy Pot expedition.

And my last. Woke up this morning feeling like crap, so packed up my stuff and walked out. That puppy is Grot my trusty pack, loaded with tramping gear and full caving gear but without the pleasure of having really used it. It weighed (as I found out later) 35kg.

Good one.

Next time maybe I won't wear myself out on job, new house and preparing for a caving trip so I actually don't fall to bits when I'm supposed to be on holiday. Can't see the point. At least I will get some stuff done on the house and have one less job on the damn list.
Pulling out is the best thing to do though. My head really isn't in it and the top of a 70m shaft isn't the place to be.

Thanks Lovely Ange for talking to me on the mountain top while I figured out what to do and R for coming all the way up to the Flora to drive me back to Nelson.