In the early 60s, I was with a party of Kamerukas
who made the first descent of Claustral Canyon (as we called it then, and
as it seems to called still), a spectacular, partly-closed slot that runs
into Thunder Canyon not far from Mt. Tomah. I did not contribute much to
setting up the descent as I was bitten, at the top of the main fall, by
a broad-headed snake (Hoplocephalus bungaroides), a fierce little
number that makes up for its small size with a potent venom that turned
my left hand into a black water-melon for a few days.
These days, there may be many hundreds in Claustral
on a summer's day. Lucas Trihey, firstname.lastname@example.org, who took these
pictures of my niece, Emma, had to halt the progression of bods for a few
minutes to get the feeling of solitude.