A couple of years ago a friend invited me on a trip down Claustral Canyon. The trip was "organised", to use the term loosely, by a climbing shop in the Blue Mnts. I had forgotten my harness so I rented one of theirs. About 3m down the biggest abseil, the harness snapped where the biner attaches. Fortunately I reacted fast enough to avoid being flipped upside down and out and managed to grab the rope in front of me. More than adequately charged with adrenalin, I scrambled back to the top. |