“…carrying rum, wine, gin, chocolate, and coffee, engine-free Tres sounds badass enough. Her true power, however, lies in bending time and transforming space.”Read More Engine-free sailing in modern day
“…the mystery of dropping the stays’l down and the fact that scandalizing mainsail has nothing to do with trying to publicly embarrass it.”Read More A THOUSAND MILES IN EIGHT DAYS: A PLAY AT SEA IN THREE ACTS. ACT THREE.
In part one, we got a taster of what it’s like to be a pretty duck in a today’s climbing gym. This time, I want to talk about what it’s like to be a pretty duck among other pretty ducks, outside. Specifically, within the framework of one special event, Women’s Bouldering Festival at Fontainebleau. For […]Read More Fontainebleau Part 2: all the pretty ducks
But in the moment even the “I’m a pretty duck” leaves me alone whilst I reign in my raging Hounds of Apocalypse: madness in their eyes, gnarly teeth, and blood-thirsty tongues dripping saliva, that is my righteous What-The-Actual-Duck wrath.Read More Fontainebleau: Part 1: I’m A Pretty Duck (who climbs)
We used our teeth as machetes to break through thorny thicket of bushes…Read More Norway: Apotheosis
Like some of the best friendships, the relationship with this boulder started with some friction. However, with some give-and-take strategies, not without occasional tension or embracing, we became good buddies.Read More Norway: part before part 1
I’ll start in the middle. It’s the middle of 2018, and the middle of a sunny, hot day. Too hot for Norway, even in the summer. Global warming my ass (and all the other body parts). We are in the mountains, not in the middle of Norway. More like South-West of Norway. Flying, hauling, wheezing […]Read More Norway: part 1 (but not quite)