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.
We finally made it outside in the scorching heat and I felt at home.
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.
https://youtu.be/hfqlUfxQUNY 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).
https://youtu.be/OmGYRG1_rf8 https://youtu.be/cpLIPT02GAM Deep breaths, chilly toes, cold climbing sessions. March has been strange but it’s also been very beautiful.
After months of (ongoing!) ankle recovery at indoor walls, we’ve navigated our way around the snowy Spring days and managed to find ourselves some time in the sun; time to finally test out the mountain of gear we have stashed away.
A Vegan Adventurer 