One of the nice things about being an older climber (just writing that makes me want to gag, but unfortunately it's truer than I would like) is that we can re-do the same climbs and not remember them until about halfway through. Example: "I climbed this super exposed bit once and swore I would never... Continue Reading →
Portigliolo, Corisca
After climbing around Corte area for nearly a week, the weather has been unstable in the "mountains" for the last few days. (I write "mountains" because the highest point on Corsica is 2706 meters, which is about the height of the hill next to my apartment back home. However, if there is humidity passing by,... Continue Reading →
Corsica
We arrived last Friday, and my partner's youngest daughter was here already with her partner on vacation. She's pregnant, and due in February, and we spent a couple of days just visiting and hiking. It was lovely to hang out with them. Then we got down to business. My partner has a "test piece": a... Continue Reading →
Hell Hath No Fury
I haven't written anything since the bivouac. A night out on the side of a mountain has a price for people our age. I'm 54 and my partner 61, and it's not an easy thing to do and recuperate from. We were tired. We were cranky. We needed time. There were some other effects, too.... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 