After finishing the top out, i sat atop the boulder for a few moments and took in the moment. It wasn’t as long as last time though, lacking some of the passion and release of my success two years prior. Still, it was a good moment.
Often when you complete a long term project like this, you can have a sense of emptiness; a what next moment as it were. Not for me, this time, though. There was no feeling of needing another project, i’ve got plenty in the forest. This time i could just enjoy the moment and the feeling and that moment was a good feeling.
I walked off the top of the boulder, put my boots on and it was now my turn to wait. Simon had become engrossed in Carnage 7b+ as a project and he was getting pretty close. The crucial bit of that sentance being “turn” though – the previous day, he had dutifully sat and waited for me under Divine Decadence 7b+ and while, at this point, i’d only had two efforts at climbing something so far that day (one of them successful), i didn’t mind sitting and encouraging.
There were no words said about our plan and it’s a rare thing to find: someone who the balance just works with. Throughout the week, we hadn’t made any special effort to balance things out between us, it just happened and it’s a testament to how well we get along. I guess that’s why we keep heading out to places together! It’s been like this since we first met.
I have long tried to avoid getting on this: the sit start to #carnage and is given 7c. My only objection was that I didn't want to get sucked into another #project in the place du Cuvier but once I was there, I couldn't resist. The first moves add very little… But with getting distracted helping a friend, I didn't get it. Looks like now I have to go back… #bascuvier #fontainebleau #fontbouldering #bouldering #rockclimbing #climbing #climbing_is_my_passion #climbing_pictures_of_instagram #climbing_photos_of_instagram #meclimbing
That said, after two hours, i was becoming a little bored. There were a lot of places i was very keen to visit this week, and many problems i wanted to have a bash at but due to circumstances (like getting sucked back into Carnage and spending three sessions there) we hadn’t managed it. With the trip so close to it’s end, i wanted to get one last thing in.
I tried my utmost not to show it but it must have seeped out a bit and he must have noticed. On one of his “enforced” rest breaks – i was making him wait longer between efforts – he looked at me and said, “One and a half more goes. Well, one decent go”
They often say you get the climb on your last go, although that’s normally because you stop trying after you’ve got it… And climbers have a tendency to have multiple “last gos”. In this case, though, it was that solitary last go that counted.
Quite typically for a successful last go, Simon made it look easy. Apparently, so did i on my send so it’s not uncommon and believe me, as easy as it might look, it’s more often than not utterly desperate when you’re on the wall. The fact it looks easy is just that it all comes together for that send.
He topped out and looked at me, obviously surprised. He’d been close a few times but i think we’d both resigned ourselves to the thought it wouldn’t go. There was even a part of me a little bit annoyed; that he hadn’t had to go through the turmoil that had befallen me. But that was fleeting, and i was and still am happy for my friend. It was a good tick! He came down, and as he took off his shoes, said, “i can see how you got so obsessed with that!”
With plenty of time remaining, i wanted to try and make the most of it and we hadn’t returned to the crag we’d scouted on that first day: Rocher d’Avon. With Simon happy to go anywhere, that is exactly where we took a beeline for now.
I could keep posting photos from my #fontainebleau trip for a long time, there are so many good ones, but this'll hopefully do it for now. This is from the last day at #rocherdavon on a sublime problem called #masterofpuppets 7b. It was such a great line, so iconic with some very unusual and excellent moves that I wanted it so badly. But we were spent by this point, after 6 days on. At one point @simoncfr (who gets photo credit for this great shot) dropped off, landed bum first and simply sat on the pad for a few minutes, exhausted. And that is exactly what you want at the end of a trip. A sign of a good one. And this trip was fucking amazing #fontbouldering #bouldering #rockclimbing #climbing #climbing_is_my_passion #climbing_pictures_of_instagram #climbinglife #climbing_photos_of_instagram #meclimbing
I wouldn’t say it was futile to visit but as soon as we started on Master of Puppets 7b – the most appealing line we’d found on that first day – we realised quite how exhausted a week of hard bouldering had been. This was day six and it had taken it’s toll more than we’d realised, which was a real shame as this line was immense! We toiled for a while but soon realised it was a lost cause; demonstrated by Simon dropping off, backside first, onto the pad and not moving for a good couple of minutes while the ache set in.
It was a good tired – a sign the week had been excellent and it really had. I’d already decided that on Sunday, after i’d dropped off Simon, i was heading straight to Calais to head back home, to see Emily for that little bit longer before she went off on her own adventure. While in the past i’ve tried to eek out every last hour possible, this week had been so good, there was no need to try any more.
But it wasn’t quite over yet: we had Norbert’s birthday party left to attend! I can’t speak for Simon on this one but for myself, on any other day, i’d have been really stoked (a party in French?! A chance to see life in another country and practice my language?! Sweet!) but i was so utterly exhausted, i just wanted to collapse in a heap. Speaking a foreign language takes quite a lot of effort for me, so after we’d arrived, the prospect of trying to talk to anyone – i refuse to just asking people to talk my own language – was enough to make my head droop in itself.
Last day and I'm done. We both are. It's been a fabulous week and a terrific last day: including a send of the sit start to Carnage at 7c. That was one of my goals for this year (a 7c abroad) so now I'm just aiming for another and it was so great to get this one done. It's made the week a complete and total success. After our respective glories at cuvier (Simon also ticked the stand start) we headed to #rocherdavon and here we're on #masterofpuppets 7b. We were both too broken after six days of hard sends but it was great to finish trying something new. There's always another #project at #fontainebleau #fontbouldering #bouldering #rockclimbing #climbing #climbing_is_my_passion #climbing_photos_of_instagram #climbing_pictures_of_instagram #meclimbing
Nevertheless, we went and Simon was his usual sociable self, while i got chatting to a delightful girl, Caroline Sinno, a 5.10 sponsored climber no less. Still, chatting to Caroline wasn’t going to last all night and soon i felt like a lost little puppy, ready to collapse, while Si chatted away. It was almost an amazing night, if only i’d been closer to conscious…
It brought together a phenomenal week. If i were to pick a flaw in it, i’d say, yet again, we spent far more time than i’d have liked at the same old crags but that’s the nature of the beast with working projects – it’s a necessary evil and with this, the end definitely justified three sessions at Cuvier and two at Isatis.
The vibe all week was excellent, Simon once again showed why i like travelling and climbing so much with him and the conditions in the forest were, once again, perfect. We even had enough stories of issues being overcome, new friends being made, and all in all, it was the perfect week. There’s not a thing i’d change.
Sunday came, we rose earlier than expected and were able to pack up at a leisurely pace and leave the site, heading straight for la gare. Even at the end, i had another unusual experience, with a man and his wife looking intriguingly at the Land Rover and stopping to ask me about it. He was Australian, educated in England with a strong English accent but as soon as he learned where i was from, he took it as a sign to practice his Welsh! After a week of trying to get my head around French, i struggled through – it almost being a sign that it was time to go home.
After a fairly uneventful drive through the rest of the day, i finally got home at around 1am, to a fantastic yet subdued reception. It had been tough being away from Emily for a long week, so early after we had got together but it had been for the best; reminding us both how much we longed to be together. We only had a day before she flew off to America but we certainly made the most of it, rounding off the first trip of 2016. And it was certainly a good one!