It's now 82 days since last proper climb
I miss the smell of chalk that belongs to summer, the sound of shoes kicking moss off slick slabs and hammering rain on the bivy bag.... Now I pray for winter and snow to come, to end this slow colorless madness.
I miss the smell of chalk that belongs to summer, the sound of shoes kicking moss off slick slabs and hammering rain on the bivy bag.... Now I pray for winter and snow to come, to end this slow colorless madness.