Jenny enjoying a rest with incredible clouds all around the Raco
Mystic place, a bluish symphony sculpted in air and stone, to be enjoyed alone or in good company, once a year, or without moderation. Catalunya boasts many incredible places, more or less known, more or less visited by the hoards of freedom-seeking, nature-inspired, seldom-washed, and hairy warriors of the rock. It is still as incredible to be part of one of these places, to enjoy the solitude, to listen to the howling wind, to be burnt by the unrelenting sun, to savor the mad exposure, and to abandon the body to the pleasure of the movement on infinite lines of conglomerate towers, as the first time ever on the rocks.
The first time I heard this same call of the wild was around 2003, during that unforgettable hike in Zion, getting soaking wet on the descent of the Angels' Landing hike, and spotting a couple of aid climbers on the opposite wall. Hanging in the air, moving all their belongings along, like snails, but on a vertical terrain. Lizards of the infinite, escaping it all, them and the effort, them and the nature. Eye-opening experience for me, making me realize that yes, other things were possible, anything was doable for the life, opened like a wide door at the time, inviting exploration and curiosity. Some water has flown past since the day, maybe a lot, maybe not that much.
Myself leading Curt, 7b+, Raco de Missa, pictures by Jonas
May we all come back to old places, share warm memories, but also grow as climbers and humans in the new year, discovering more new places and creating new memories, following the sun along the sunflowers for centuries without end...Thanks for belays, pictures, and great company to share the climbing with to Uri, Jonas, Jenny, and Jaume.
My aging , more reflective self immortalized by Jonas...http://www.flickr.com/photos/wiklund/