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By time two cases of beer have been emptied everyone has started to relax and open up. I'm surprised yet again by how much common ground most climbers seem to have. Clinton shows us his “extreme sports web page”, and outlines plans for a printed version “once there's a bit more content”. He's overcome a lot of adversity in his life. Something he says really catches my attention. “I know I'm not like you guys, but I try to have my own adventures which push me to my limit” This whole thing really means a lot to Clinton. And that's now enough for it to mean a lot to me. For some reason, I really want this guy who I've never met before to get across his gorge.
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Seven o'clock on Saturday morning, Steve shakes me awake. The forecast rain hasn't arrived, its showtime. Everyone jumps into overdrive; packing gear, cooking breakfast, a quick group meeting on what needs to be done. Simon is off at the beach. By eight o'clock everyone is sitting in the cars and ready to roll......except Simon, who is now taking a shower. Given the apparent divine intervention which has granted us a weather window, I make the call to ditch him and get moving. We can unpack the cars at the zawn, and send someone back. Simon is less than impressed, and lets me know about it upon his arrival. The only occasion when I've ever seen him lose his cool. “Great f*cking idea! We fly up here with plans to shoot a doco, and during the first bit of filmable excitement, you take off and leave the film maker behind.” I stifle a smile, the unflappable Mr. Mentz......he has got a point though.
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