Family time on Piz Palü

When I started heading off to the hills, my first climbing partners were my parents. They took me on skiing trips, we went hiking together and even ventured as far afield as Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan to climb some of the 7k peaks in there. Ever since, every time we get to spend time in the mountains together it proves to be a great trip.

July Heatwave

Rodellar steepness

The two crazy weeks of travelling started with Saule and I visiting our friends in Swansea. Always great hosts, Tadas and Anna took us to the shipwreck cove for some sport climbing. With the morning drizzle, we were a bit skeptical at first but in the end we all got happily pumped in this cool crag.

Chamonix weekend: Climbing Pic Adolphe Rey, Bailing from Chandelle du Tacul and giving shit to shitters

With a promise of clear skies and rumours that the old LUMC gang was in Chamonix, I was very keen to go and check out some of the granite towers there. Chamonix is the mothership of alpine climbing with all the good and bad things that come with it. The sad part is that the crazy good access to the amazing terrain attracts all kind of folks, including the ones that may shit in the crack that you are about to jam. But about that a bit later.