Wishful adventurer, bad climber, & writer of unedited poetry. A blog candidly exploring mental health, veganism, & the tiny things that make life worth living.
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.
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.
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.
Recently, it’s been very apparent that I am stressed.
I mean, I think I am stressed quite a lot of the time actually. There’s always something a little out of the ordinary happening in my life and it’s now at the point where these out of the ordinary things have become quite ordinary.
I can barely believe that back in August I was told there was a 90% chance my BONE WOULD DIE and I’d likely have fusion surgery and it would be all dramatic and terrifying and I wouldn’t walk again and my whole life would change.
