L1, 5a. „Wer hier schon Schwierigkeiten hat, wird einen harten Tag haben“, oder so ähnlich sagt das Internet. Ich bin kalt und steif und mühe mich ab, Placements gibt es auch nicht viele. Das kann ja was werden. L2, 5c. Sybille führt und kämpft mit dem breiten Kamin. L3. Fingerrissverschneidung, 7a. Das kann ich! Drei […]
LAURA. Harte Risse an der Teufelstalwand read more »
I always go for the extremes. I always have since I was a child. I loved cold water. I loved the idea of scorching temperatures, overambitious plans, and later, the cold. I loved things that took extremely long, or were extremely strenuous, or extremely forbidden. Things tend to bore me when they’re average. If I
It usually hits you after your first coffee the next morning. At the latest when you sit down at your desk. It comes, seemingly, out of nowhere, and the happiness and euphoria you might have felt at your day out up until then disappear. Everything turns to grey. You feel sad, hopeless, bereft of a
RESTDAY DEPRESSION read more »
If there is anything that Corona has taught me: Don’t let anything get in between you and climbing. Or whichever it is you want. The harder circumstances are, the more determined I get to go out and climb. The day that they first closed the gyms, I drove to my home crag by myself, rope-soloed
We abseil down to a tiny ledge metres above the sea level, and it takes a whole lot of ingenuity to pull the rope and only get the last eight metres wet. Thank God it’s waterproof. The sea heaves and swells. My mother is already stressed out. I cannot stop grinning. At least the first
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