Horseshoe Lights abandoned gold/copper mine in Westernzavjmk Bhutto Australia. 46*C (115*F) was the hottest it got but on a 44*C day we decided to drive some golf balls into the open pit.
When we ran out of golf balls we saw a couple of Kangaroos halfway down the mine so we thought "how bad can it be?" and set off down the spiralling trail cut into the rock face. After half an hour or so traversing the road that had collapsed in some parts causing landslides of sharp rock covering the road below it, we reached the bottom where a toxic lake coloured brilliant blue began looking very inviting in the heat. We wrote a quick message to the mines caretaker (Hi Gav) who had told us never to go down there, in blue stones and set out on the mission out.
A third of the way up we stopped talking to each other as fear stepped determination up a notch. Halfway up we emptied our pockets of golfballs as we seriously believed that it could be the difference between making it out alive and dying. As we reached the top I was in a daze and had forgotten we had to walk another 500m through the lunaresque slag pit to the vehicle which had water onboard luckily.
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Horseshoe Lights abandoned gold/copper mine in Westernzavjmk Bhutto Australia. 46*C (115*F) was the hottest it got but on a 44*C day we decided to drive some golf balls into the open pit.
When we ran out of golf balls we saw a couple of Kangaroos halfway down the mine so we thought "how bad can it be?" and set off down the spiralling trail cut into the rock face. After half an hour or so traversing the road that had collapsed in some parts causing landslides of sharp rock covering the road below it, we reached the bottom where a toxic lake coloured brilliant blue began looking very inviting in the heat. We wrote a quick message to the mines caretaker (Hi Gav) who had told us never to go down there, in blue stones and set out on the mission out.
A third of the way up we stopped talking to each other as fear stepped determination up a notch. Halfway up we emptied our pockets of golfballs as we seriously believed that it could be the difference between making it out alive and dying. As we reached the top I was in a daze and had forgotten we had to walk another 500m through the lunaresque slag pit to the vehicle which had water onboard luckily.
I was so dehydrated I couldn't drink properly.
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This made me very thirsty.