SkiSickness

The week started with some trundling near the home of artist Cezanne in order safely secure the "paysages de Cezanne"




In order prepare for the day ahead we drove 150 miles per hour to the coast to climb 10 pitches at 4:30 in morning so we would be back in time to take a nap and lunch at noon.



Chef Ivan, en tete.


This route put up recently (2006 I think) in the Cap Canaille area is ten pitches of a variety, finishing in some crazy conglomerate.




Me on tete on one of the final pitches.



THEN IT RAINED FOR 3 WEEKS.

In order to mourn my girlfriends departure, we decided to go to Les Calanques where I took a 50 foot whipper and woke up floating in ten inches of water.



Finally this morning it cleared for 15 minutes so Tom and I decided to climb the Chere Goulotte on the Tacul Triangle.





Is there really a difference in 85 degree ice and 90 degree ice?

Too much. Hatred stateside grows.

Drew en a marre.

Il faisait assez beau dans les Ecrins.

Something about that Ivan guy. I really had no desire to do it, but due to his infectious enthusiasm we climbed five pitches of 6b-7b together one afternoon in the rain in the Ecrins.