Ben and I went for a walk in the welsh mountains. We got to a bit where the path just 'ended', as it sometimes does. Normally you climb up a few rocks and find the path again. We, err, took the wrong route. And spent 20min free-climbing, had some dinner and spent 40min climbing down. We're not climbers.
We knew we were in the wrong place even before we met a group of mountaineers with safety lines and helmets descending the very bit of rock-face we had just climbed up. Why were we still climbing? Because while going up was terrifying but do-able, there was no way in hell we could climb down that route. Which left no choice but to keep going up and hope to find a safer way down.
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