Lions of Tibrogargan

Holiday checklist - Climb Tibrogargan = DONE

Conquered the toughest of the Glasshouse Mountains yesterday; The Father himself, Tibrogargan.

Terry, Michelle, and Jin Yu stopped after the hiking bit and Eugene and I went on through rock-climbing bit on our own.
Some bits are almost a sheer cliff face, and overall I'd estimate the gradient to be 70 degrees. The possibility of death was very, very real; possibly as real as I've ever experienced so far. Slipping or falling means you basically go ALL THEY WAY down, and THAT basically means you DIE. The closest medical attention would be hours away, and even if it weren't it would hardly matter because you wouldn't survive the fall in the first place.

At one point while descending after the climb, I slipped while looking for a foothold and was hanging off the cliff wall by only my fingers; talk about a RUSH! Thankfully I managed to hang on until my legs found purchase again. But then I had almost completed my descent and was only about 2 metres above a ledge where I could have landed. The ledge itself was only about the width of a small coffee table though, and beyond that was another straight drop.

Anyway, here I am in one piece yet; prouder for having accomplished what I'd set out to do and yet humbler at the realization of how minute we really are in the scale of the world.



Must do more. Adrenaline addictive.