Hi guys,
Another Friday Night Caving trip took place in "in not so secret anymore cave". Planning a major assault on Carol's Sump in second lake (-34.5m on last dive) we brought 4 cylinders of which two were 12l

Movement through cave with such a heavy load was difficult and previously proven paths suddenly became very slippery and treacherous.
Diving with 12ls was a bold move but somehow too much for me on that day. I knew that whole operation had to be extremely precise and quick. There was no way I could reach end of the line and attach new reel BEFORE clouds of silt from the top would get me but I was still hoping I could do that job swiftly enough to move ahead of silt cloud and make some progress in good visibility.
Passing tight sections with bigger cylinders was disaster - a siltout I was causing behind was just ridiculous. At -32m, close to end of the line, in astonishing visibility ahead I could see the rift continuing for another 20m to a depth of -45m. After that it disappeared in blackness indicating further continuation. I took only short glance but that moment of distraction came with price. First I've noticed end of the line loose and floating up towards me.
Strange I thought as I could swear that I saw it firmly belayed to the bottom only second ago...

However I stopped immediately to avoid entanglement. Visibility started to deteriorate very quickly. I looked behind and just before cloud of impenetrable silt covered me up I saw floating coils of loose line.
Fuck. My first thought was that line from the reel on my hip came loose and now was all over the passage.
Fuck. I vented my suit slightly and sank in soft bottom. I didn't have to care about visibility anymore, I was already in blackout. I reached behind to check the reel but to my surprise it was locked with line in place. Then I understood. It was my main line in the cave, my
fil d'Ariane that was gone.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I swept area around me with hands but there was no sign of it. I used 6mm PP floating line so it must have been already by the roof, in tight crack and out of my reach.The only reassuring thing was that I knew the passage was pretty straightforward and small plus steep slope was indicating way back. Nevertheless, after few tries when my movements onward or upward were stopped by constriction of the passage my composure started melting down quickly. Far too quickly. I must have forgotten that I was more bulky with 12ls and some spots were simply too tight. Finally I made my way to previous belay point and from there back to the surface.
I'm sure I have learnt something important on that day but I still need some time to figure out what exactly it was
Then we moved to third pool and I dived in only spot that was showing any continuation but the way on soon became too tight.
We came out after 6h.
I took few pictures underground, above water.
artur