There are many expressions with balls: dropping them, not having any, keeping them rolling, waiting for them to drop, wax ones, etc. I was supposed to be climbing with seven friends this weekend. Instead I was climbing with four, because two of them dropped the ball. One sort of had an excuse, but the other... Continue Reading →
Weekend Report
Friday climbing: my partner tried a pitch in an indoor gym and didn't find the full-on, put-your-arms-down-pull-out-the-cell-phone-and-order-a-pizza places to take a natural rest. I mean, there were places you could stop climbing and put your hands in your pockets and just stand there, on the wall. He just kept going, getting more and more tired... Continue Reading →
Upping the Game
So I wanted to go climbing in a place that is too hot in the summer. It's south facing and not that high in altitude, so you kind of have to wait until autumn to go there. Zuestoll, it's called. It's not particularly popular because of the vomit inducing approach path. The "path" is along... Continue Reading →
The Mystery of the Missing Backpacks
We went climbing yesterday, and it wasn't a great day to start out with. I was kind of tired and the place we were climbing requires you to belay down into it and climb back out. You could probably get out of there if you got stuck and couldn't finish the climb, but it would... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 