You’d think on a climbing voyage that the risks might be serious: rock fall, electrical storms, dangerous missteps. But me? I’ve been done in by watermelon. Food poisoning. La tourista. What could taste so fine but be so wrong? Been up all night not knowing which end to point near the toilet and there’s no... Continue Reading →
Tuckett to Merano
Yesterday was a perfect day. In the morning, my partner found a nice climb to do that for some reason we’d zapped in the guidebook. It was lovely. It was on the Castelletto di Mezzo and called via Sybilla. We only had a half day before it was supposed to get rainy (although it held... Continue Reading →
Brenta
Tuckett Refuge and some climbs We’ve had two days of good enough weather to try out some climbs in the Brenta Dolomites. Yesterday we tried the Kiene route on the Castelleto Inferiore (the higher peak in the photo). I think we got a bit lost because the last two pitches were easier than the topo... Continue Reading →
We Think There’s a Mountain or Two Out There
We came up to Rifugio Tuckett today in the Brenta Dolomites. There are seemingly a billion routes to climb (but only three days of good weather before the next rainy weather hits.) We came up in a slight drizzle, and have seen nothing, and I mean nothing, of the ambiance around here. We assume that... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 