Champion de France 2009
Alors ça, c'est une véritable bonne surprise.
Ayant sérré beaucoup
plus de ponceuses, disqueuses et autres machines de bricolage...que des
prises ces derniers temps, je suis heureux de constater que la grimpe
qualitative (relâchement et rési spécifique) sur laquelle j'ai orienté
mes temps de grimpe a payé.
Je pense aussi que le fait d'avoir abordé cette compétition avec un maximum de détachement et de plaisir a beaucoup joué dans la balance...
The deep fried south
We moved on further south, me and a bunch of froggies (Tony, Isa, Lafouche, Erwan, Guillaume, Gérome, Fred, etc). Our main target was the mythical bouldering around Chattanooga, Tennessee. First up was the Lilly boulders. Maybe not the best place ever but totally ok as a little break on our way.
Back to the roots
Back in Sweden again after yet another trip. It's pretty crazy how these days I don't eaven feel as I've been away when I get back home. Anyway, back I was and it felt pretty good. The season is at it's best right now and the forests are really beautiful with all the wild colours.
I ended up staying a bit longer in Sweden then I had planned, mainly because I had to fix my car. I didn´t mind though, did a bunch of concerts, the conditions for climbing were good+I had more time to spend with my family. Anyways. Right when the car was fixed it was time to move on. I had planned to do the 25 hours+ drive to Catalunya my self.
I´ve been around here for a while now. There is not much to say than what I dicovered several years ago (and many others with me) -this is THE place for climbing. The areas around Lleida has it all. Now staying with Dani and climbing a muerte day after day, these photos sum up some of the latest weeks of activity...
THE outdoor climbinggym of Ali Baba cave in Rodella. Some of the craziest guys come here after work, in the dark and light candels for magical trainingsessions.
the beginning of the end
Oh, it's not that serious... It's just the end of a chapter and soon the beginning of a new one. It's time to leave Catalunya -the climbing, my friends, the generous atmosphere, for a month. Back to Gotemburgo -the winter, the dusty climbing gym (joder, it's going to be my death one day, I'm sure any health inspector would shoot the place down!), family, old friends, music, hopefully good enough weather for some nasty granite edges...