It ended up being so, so, magical as we finished the climb literally in the clouds. I ended up forgoing the rope for the last pitch as it was a scramble and we then decided that after topping out we just had to hike those extra five minutes to the summit stones.
We finally made it outside in the scorching heat and I felt at home.
One of the reasons I love photography is that snapshot of a moment. But the reason I love video (more?) is that it so easily captures that exact memory that would have otherwise been warped as layer upon layer of new experience comes at you.
Less with a bang.
More with a soft, rediscovery of a platform I’m wanting to explore in a different way than before.
For those used to writing about the weight of depression, happiness seems hard to define as something solid.
So I managed to lead one and a half routes.
Wait, one and a half?
I spent the next 4 days limping.
But I can’t tell you how good it feels to have reached the top.
Things I learned in Fontainebleau:
I am not good at bouldering.
I have a hilarious bouldering face.
I am really not good at bouldering.
I can’t even believe that a few weeks ago we were able to go out bouldering, able to play around in the sunshine without freezing our fingers off. (I’m still a little scared of falling, FYI).