Gunnar warms up in Les Tâches Rouges. The next old school bolt is in sight.
After his rock concert, Linus jams out of the Pino Prati dihedral.
The blank slab crux of The Sandbagger. Papa or mama eagle owl flies out. Their species is in worldwide decline, but here they thrive on a further off inaccessible rock.
Sheltering where it's cool. Arend, Sander, Gunnar and me have a send day.
Long long drive, far from home. Darkness sets in. A road takes us over forest creek ravines. I know this... these woods, fields, pastures, this Guérins sign, campervans passing, lime trees, bare feet, the tent of our friends,... We gaze up high. Lights flicker beneath darkblue sky. Tomorrow we're lights too. Tomorrow we join, we go up for Céüse.