At the top of the bolt ladder leading up to the roof on Ozy, circa 1988. There was a bleached Barbie doll, her wrists tied carefully in a crusifix position, stapped to the belay bolts. She died so we could live.
More alarmingly, near the top of the face/slab on The Bolt Ladder at North Head. Stuck my hand in a welcome jug only for about ten thousand Bogong moths to exit it swarming past my face. It's a testament to the exposure of that climb that I didn't let go. |