2 Elusive

Right now, we’re driving to Stockholm (and the Taj’s inability to attain subsonic levels has forced us to concede defeat; we’re finally wearing earplugs). Lofoten was an awesome experience but once we conquered Vestpillaren on Presten, everything paled a bit and motivation dwindled. Preston is a really impressive slab of rock; clean and striking against the brilliant water, something that may inspire Yosemite dwellers (Steve.H springs to mind). The remaining rock is nice but inferior; it’s common to climb over grassy ledges and mossy rock and the approach distances and scrambling descents are much less then desirable. Aside from the climbing quality, I’m totally in need of a mental break from traditional climbing. It’s been four months of trad climbing epics; now it’s time to put the rack down and, perhaps, do a little meditative bouldering or something else that doesn’t require exposed heights and mental stamina.

So, we’re on our way to Stockholm where there will be darkness at night­—can’t wait to sleep blindfoldless! Light aside, a plane in Stockholm also waits Ol: on Tuesday he’s flying to Belo Horizonte, Brazil for a 2-week business trip. He’s cleverly managed to strike a deal with an Australian company to work remotely on process plant modeling.

I’ll slowly make my way to Zurich (where Ol will return to) and perhaps detour to Bergen, Norway (to visit some guys we met at Lofoten), or boulder in Switzerland or France. Or, like always, I’ll just let life take me on a random path where I’ll undoubtedly get sidetracked from any previous planning