Another amazing hand-torch recovery story!
When Chalky and I went downstream in Elk River a week or two ago I slipped my PrincetonTec Surge dive torch into my overalls pocket. On exit from the cave I realised that I no longer had it, and I had no idea where I’d lost it or put it.
A week later, travelling through the cave with Jim, I kept my eyes skinned. No, it’s not at the Balcony (where I might have moved it from my pocket in order to put my harness back on). Not at the Uncle’s Aven base-camp either (where I might have left it on the clothes-changing ledge). Just going into the Upper Roof Sniff now – what’s that yellow gleam in there? Yes – it’s my torch, after eight days under half a metre of water! Grab it, flick the switch, and the usual blinding 7.5 watt beam shines out! Jeez, it’s a great torch.
Perhaps I’ll find my missing krab at Drik Drik soon.