
A familiar inhabitant of Flône enjoys the record-breaking wet summer (the former wetness-record was two years ago, the other summers in the last five years broke local heat and drought records)

After an infernal series of low-percentage moves, Liuba escapes Tribut Croquettes' merciless overhang
( two shots of the workout before)

Alana about to stick the next far move in Willy

Monkey See, Monkey Do towering up Bois de Malplume

Toothless on a hot evening
land of the banana slug
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This story was going to be called land of the bears but, though we heard of recent sightings, we didn't see one in the coastal rainforests of northern California. Our furry friends stayed as much a myth as the old Sasquatch who's been spotted in the remoter parts of the Trinity Mountains. Here they sure have some ancient trees to hide behind.
the sierra, U.S.A.
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Stranded in San Francisco and Monterey, I decided to go inland, cross the apocalyptic San Joaquin valley and escape it again into the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, the empire of that burning ball in the sky, shedding its blinding light on thick packs of snow which just can't hide the sun's victims of last summer: black majestic charred trees sticking out.


Nico fights his way up Gincobiloba

Dave seconds Ligne de Fuite on Easter (Notice yellow flowers of buckler-mustard, a plant of the high mountains. In the Benelux it has its last refuge on the rocks around Freyr and Comblain.)

Rocher Amont's three obscure slabs

Pigeons and starlings

The promise of clouds brings us to Racó de les Espadelles. We pass Jorge Diaz-Rullo cruising in Moriarty and now we walk under True Hero.

HDW scales Mélanine's dolomite, a line overlooked by topos and registers

Around christmas the day had started all white and spikey with ice caps on the river. (Cool Cat Flo)
pomegranate garden of eden
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The world below has been growing bright red like a dying fire. The glow reaches beyond the horizon.
Then a mean sharp-edged blackness crops up. We seem to close in on land. We cross over it and enter complete darkness..
'till orangey dots will light up and curve onwards into the unknown.
Once named Lycia by vanished people we'll soon call it Eden.
the kalympics
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Olympians make a mythical effort to do what humans are said they cannot do. Their epic name suggests their feats might even be worthy a glance of the gods inhabiting Mount Olympos. The Kalympian on the other hand hopes the gods aren't watching too much, just to skip the embarrassing struggle with banana-addicted goats and old scooters.

Goatie above the Aegean sea

We started in Neuberg an der Mürz. The expedition now leads into Obersteiermark's Alps and we are about to find Konstante, the unbelievably ninja-defying vertical route that requires next-level sorcery.

Road to Atlantis
chillertal
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A horn of plenty, also known as black chanterelle or trumpet of the dead.

Gunnar speeds up in Les Tâches Rouges. The next rusty old-skool bolt is in sight.

Did it! A long time project has come to an end! That arch totally knocked me out of the field the first encounter. Today I finished this whacker. Lots of thanks to my beta buddies and belayer!
the crag in the sky
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Darkness creeps after a loooong drive far from home and now it's been going up for a while. We're struck by the first familiar forest creek ravines and bosky pastures. We're almost at Guérins. Soon we're barefeet under lime trees, worming into a tent to watch lights flicker high beneath a darkblue sky. Tomorrow evening it will be our time to shine.

misty mountains (weekends 'round zurich: a compilation)
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Behind lay Zürich's milk and honey. Ahead, out of the blue sky, misty white mountains arise where fog will reign and madness begin when we come to travel the sky's rocks which move easier than us horrified and perplexed guests of spiking granite blades. Be warned by the tales:
Captain Salbit, Alpstein Skies, Gastlosen and The White mountains.

Ground, grass and gravel silently crunch under our feet. Daylight begins to show itself confusedly through tangled overhanging growth. Huh?! I turn 'round. Did I see something in the shade there?
They stroll along playing, half leading, half wandering off. One always makes sure to join his brother, the other makes sure to turn back and take our path, to lead again, eventually up a hill, which at the very end goes shortly down steep into a bright enclosed straight-walled mini quarry that's carved out of an oak tree hill, like an abandoned rock palace in the jungle.
When it's afternoon the two rascals drop into the thick old pink jacket, exhausted from exploring the inside of the pile of stones leading to bushes, playing games they never did before, learning about these bipeds petting and stroking them, oh and the mouse they've seen, and god knows what and how much more...
In the evening we gather our stuff and walk steeply up and then down leaving the Romanians climbing. Mr. Black and he quickly get up and follow the whole hike back.
We leave them at the verge of dark bushes and bright herbs at the dirtroad shoulder and soon they're checking a brown cow sitting hidden in tall grasses and the shadow of an elderberry bush. We walk away going to ask a nearby farmer if he knows them. We expect to step off unnoticed for a moment but when we look around they sit next to each other and both are solemnly watching what our next steps are going to be.
The farmer doesn't know about these 80(?)-day-olds. Another plan then.


Pumpgun. Godly moves up the basaltic depths of Mordor ( May).

Hannah Meul in Hermann Buhl

Borderline

Now following the trails here. Tomorrow up the Molignée valley to face the killer cows and make it once again to the legends-eating mortals-unfriendly projie..

The first 'field cow-wheat' of the year. This flower remains in Wallonia only on a few limestone rocks that are unique unspoiled places for the last thousands of years.

Multipitch with Daan in Le Triangle du Diable in dim street lights


Liesbeth climbs above a blossoming whitebeam in Kaweechelchen (Luxembourgish for squirrel)

Bennie around Easter in The Walk of Life (extension), an unbelievable line in the Waldviertel near Wachau (known for the 30.000 year-old Venus of Willendorf).

Alana halfway. Soon Le Cathedral is beaming yellow with spring cinquefoil.
off with no propeller
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n/a atm

To Grotta Pineta

A bitter almond tree, and if you find him a less bitter Smokey in Truffatore.
santu vitu
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Il Don viennese made me an offer I can't refuse. I came to Palermo and then followed the coast, passed Castellammare Del Golfo and continued to the infamous Capo. I immediately got hooked on the orange stuff, needed more and soon I was broken, a dead man walking, still lobbying for another crag although it was killing me.

Les Mots Bleus

Broke into the secluded green hills on a pilgrimage to Makinodromo's Lourdes

tales of freyr
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Liuba cleans La legge delle chiodande (='The Law of Closure') after onsighting. It features far sideway moves between tufas and a few parts where holds are missing. Alex Honnold climbs it a few days later. In the back you see the uninhabited lands crossed by the Selvaggio Blu adventure trek.

pecorino power
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Popeye eats spinach and it makes him ridiculously strong. But we all know that's just a cartoon on television. If you really want to get silly strong then you got to have this soft fresh Pecorino from the little supermarket at the gate in Ulassai, a village of centenarians on Sardinia. It's sweet, not expensive and better than anything you get at the pharmacy.


Di Fissure ( 3 photos below).
 

 

Yellow submarine

The final. Time for Daïwel (Luxembourgish for devil). Time for the diabolic end dyno (just out of frame).

Kobi Wan Kenobi on an afterwork evening session

Barbara in Animals drums solo

Daan gets ready for another technical line in Burnot

Freyr

Phil going for Sabotage in Dave

Hans in Platons Insel on the Atlantis rock in Höllental, Rax-Schneeberg, high above the Schwarza flow, while the fireflies sleep to get ready for their party. ( seven summer photos above)

Petit Dru (lines) - (1985 reconstruction of Profit's 1982 solo of the American direct) ( 3 photos).

The Goulotte Perroux-Profit brings onto the Arête des Cosmiques. Two alpinists navigate the ridge when a chough (black red-feeted bird) dives by.


Something wicked this way comes. We hiked up to Montenvers. Once upon a time you could touch the Mer de Glace there. In 1825 the ice filled the 360m deep valley. In 1995 it had retreated to 245m. Today in 2021 the remaining ice is 90m thick. There's something metaphorical to the speed of this glacier's retreat.
we stand on the shoulders of giants
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-THE OLD ALPINE
--.TESTAMENT &
THE PROPHETS OF
-FREE CLIMBING...

Green mountains all stumble atop each other. Cascade hosts the evening sun. We come from the shade where Stefano Ghisolfi has his first encounter with Bibliographie.
operation la vie en rose
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We'll be eating baguette in the rain amidst Burgundian sunflowers, cutting the pastèque travelling the mountain regions and lakes of the Dauphiné, taking pizza from a vending (/baking) machine in the Baronnies, crossing Mt Ventoux to walk up narrow streets into 1000+ year old villages, and back down into cherries, on to Lubéron hills and canyons.

Monkey see, Monkey do, funky continuous classic opened by 't Kint, with on the left Lumumba, route named after the African anti-imperialist activist who was assassinated in 1961 by peace-askewing decadent power cravers made powerful by Belgian authorities vulturing for Katanga's natural resources.



Sophie on her way to send, sneaking up the crux of Gonzo the Great, a personal milestone route for me four years ago. I vaguely remember gasping for air, standing on things I never stood on before, taking long unexpected falls, like never before, and coming back multiple sessions to what had felt a subtle unforgiving testpiece, an impossible one, on first encounter.

Sweat ( 4 Mozet photos above).
 
Wanterbaach welness
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ice climbing
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Into Condroz, onto the bright path, the forbidden track
Tautavel
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Up with the last light in La Grande Cheminée

Ben climbs Monte Oro (Our Handsome Friend Pavel).
please holds be jugs
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n/a atm

Afterwork session (the projie)

Water solo home with Ramses, Tom and Dave.
 

Schools impose on Western kids a view on the world, reduced to giant-ass pixels the size of nations. Rivers can be an alternative basis to build spatial knowledge on.
Notice the Tagliamento river, the last Alps river of which the course has not been strained yet.

Geum Reptans above an ice lake where we saw a big old trout.. Fish are imported in high alpine lakes for sport fishing, they can't reproduce here, nonetheless they threaten local ecology (scientific article).
 
Ailefroide (say: L-fwraa-du)
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Alpes — the whites — Romans said of the snow-capped wall of mountains. Brightness obscures all detail of the dazzling colors of insects, foxes, lynxes and orchids. In current societal fevers' heatwaves, the Alps provide shadow. Off highways we tread babysteps to where all becomes bigger (or we become smaller) like Alice tiptoeing into Wonderland.

We replaced the oldest fixed draws because boy do they have to take some falls

Vertical free solo limit
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For our sponsor we looked for a sensational adventure.


Sharp and subtle Brodo di Calzini

Somewhere Monte Sordo
for a few climbs more (per qualche arrampicate in piu')
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Like true Ligurians we're packed with sweets. Let's find these legendary rocks! Bye steep empire of thick-leaved evergreens! Here we come Finale Ligure, hidden somewhere down where medieval buildings (Finalborgo) squeeze through the valley to reach the sea (Finalmarina). Really, only the sea never hides in the rocky Piedmont foothills.

Die Ringbolzen des Nibelungen
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Well after sundown we escape steep rocky slopes, out of the grip of beech trees, oaks and quartzite rock monsters. Southeastwards we will continue to follow that bustling blue vein down there, boding its chain of prominent cities from where we'll push through to the lands of Das Rheingold and Die Walküre and set foot in Odenwald's hills.

Ballerina slab Kurz und Knackig on home grounds

Wim lays his eyes on Altmeisterschreck (oldschooler's nightmare)

Toothless at the collapsed (= by 20th-century mine industry destroyed) Grottes Schmerling. In 1829 Schmerling made the first and northernmost find of a Neanderthal. The remains were accompanied by Homo Sapiens fossils, marking the second acknowledged find ever of an old Homo fossil and the start of paleontology.
ABC to get your climbing master's degree
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Stop fighting the gravity of wisdom and let climbing knowledge come to you.

Hannes

Koen and Tom, Luxembourg

Font
Cave uprising
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'Roof works co.’ tries to escape apocalyptic scenes. The company flees to the heart of climbing valhalla Condroz, where the south of Belgium is said to be gentle. But la douce Belgique is reckoned without Modave’s cave. Guided by the lights of fireflies they'll be fighting on arrival, struggling for survival.

Luxembourg
Shine bright like a dino
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The sinking sun colors her own path through the beech trees. All of a sudden two cars slam on the brakes as two deer walk over. We are about to set foot in a vivid village, shining like it's just been built. Indeed, we don't know where to look first, as we're drawn to a lush garden. Come along west of the Rhine along the verge of Pfalz and Vosges...

Siudrama
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Us three return to the near-desert. Limestone cliffs turn into extraterrestrial monuments. Incontainable become the chunks of abandoned spaceship motherboards, devoured by all that grows. Today’s the day. Weeks into the infamous season — stonemeltingly hot! desolate! — we find abandoned Siurana reigned by cool sweeping breezes. We foresaw.

Sam going for the last funky move to finish off this vertical battle

The Oregon Monster in La muerte del Sponsor

Ben and Hans in El Prado del Rey with the chalked holds of Negociée in the background



Fabi in Pathos

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Ice climbing in Belgium


Hans DW


Hoa at Haut-Barr


Hans high up in the second crux of Aeroplane Klaxon, ready to link into Mona Lisa's climaxing difficulties (opened in 1985 by Arnould 't Kint).
Right of this line there is Boulevard du Vol which Arnould t'Kint finds and eventually frees in 1983*, with no difficulty grade yet to express the impossibility of what he's done. At that moment the elusive French 8th grade has yet to become considered a possible new level that is also discovered by Wolfgang Güllich (Pfalz/Altmühltal/Frankenjura-..), Jerry Moffatt (Wales), Patrick Edlinger (Buoux), Antoine Le Menestrel (Saussois), Luisa Jovane (Arco/Dolomites), Catherine Destivelle (Buoux) and several others. (*Some sources mention 1981 but a CAB interview with Arnould confirms 1983.)

Jeunesse
Verdon
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I jump in, belaying Ben in projects, and Ben belays me on the go. Over the weeks we each send a series of new personal benchmarks. Kaboom! Time to team up for multipitches?

Stefan in the beginning of Glucose
Mission Dibona
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I open my work agenda. A lot of colored days are coming up. DIBONA BRAM they say.. Aha, the plan we made last winter: celebrating Bram’s research (in Paris, being awarded a PhD) with a roadtrip into France with the elusive, high and pointy cherry on top: Dibona.

Hiding for the sun, north facing Donkey Kong (Grottes Schmerling).

Les Quatre Cents Buts... (French film (1959) and slang for The Four Hundred Goes)

La Dalle Oublié


Thiebout tries to figure out Borderline near Berdorf (with an incredible send some time later)

Granitbiten at Skälefjäll
The long awaited Chamonix trip
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Grotte du Brotsch

Veni, sendi, vici in the Modave trilogy

Three lizards
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Triumph

Jardin Secret trilogy finale with Hans
Report Initiations
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LUAK Trophy’s flame passed on with the assistance of Liuba, which means the semester is off! So soon one thursday evening in the dark wintery streets of Leuven, at LUAK's headquarters, a light burns and lost Existenz-architects stumble in and find us stuffing the KULeuven van with the settenbakken. So the story begins, a tale of rock initiations.

Apocalypse snow!
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Top Italia Arrampicata



Calanques
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Ever yearned for a thrilling climbing chronicle unfolding above the azure blue Calanques? Sigh no more! Especially for you dear readers, fanciers of fancily written reports, I will decently typ here in the utmost strive of eloquence my very own clearly written, yes, with delicate care presented, link to Wim's Calanques report. Others can click above.

 

 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 

 
 
Chill a l'aise met de ijsvijs
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Ge hebt interesse in een alpiene startstage die u een basiszelfstandigheid geeft. Ge stelt het uit. En dan moogt ge telkens passen als een paar mensen een zot alpien plan hebben of een speciale multipitch weten maar met gletsjeraanloop en moordlustige seracs. Doe maar zo'n stage (of andere stevige introductie).

 

 
f*ck berge tenzij blankenberge
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Het is alweer enkele jaren geleden dat de Summermeet naar een alpiene bestemming trok. Nu is het zover: Chamonix. Dit jaar hebben we het KUL-buske, en nog goed lang zelfs, dus we rijden eerst naar La Berarde. We blijken niet alleen. (Fotoverslagje)

Coldfingerweekend
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Voor dag en dauw, als licht al aanbleekt op het lover, ga ik op pad. Ik weet wel dat jij op mij wacht. Ik trek de bossen door en trek de bergen over, ik heb te vaak ver van jou mijn dagen doorgebracht.


Costa Blanca
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We zijn goed op weg in de winter. De lesvrije week komt. We kiezen voor goedkope snelle vluchten, in ruime zetels, tussen bruingeschminkte glitterende bomma's. Jawel. Richting Benidorm. (delen I-VI + gsmfoto’s)





Professor Ivan and Pieter in Une saison en enfer, (re)bolted a few months ago by Flo and Félix.

Find Dave



Ailefroide
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Schapenwolkjes leken klimgrepen en een bende was al in Frankrijk rond Grenoble en Briançon. Ik moest tot dan werken. Mabon, toen wisten we het. Mijn auto werd gevuld als de kolenkachel van een stoomtrein, de koffer werd volgepuzzeld: koffer dicht.


trad bij de fransen
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EIKEBAH BOORHAKEN.. zeiden we... knuffelend met een paar sets nuts en friends. Het was tijd voor graniet en barsten. En laat de Zuid-Vogezen nu net op maar 1,2 Fontainebleau van Leuven zijn. Fotoverslag van een dik verlengd weekend:

Nneka ( photo below).
 


coldfingerweekend
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Leuven. We're on the eve of spring. It's sunny, friday and late. Students, back from class/working/PhD/.., have packed in two vans and a car. Tasks are divided. Driver, music maestro, midfingermanager, co-pilot, window orchestrator.. LUAK’s coldfingerweekend is about to begin.


El Chorro
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De lesvrije week is nog niet eens begonnen of een vliegtuig Zaventem-Malaga vertrekt in het holst van de nacht. Diezelfde dag nog, 's avonds, bolt een auto over bergflanken El Chorro binnen. Het zal nog ff duren voor we tegoei beseffen wat er allemaal gebeurd is. (lang verslag)

End of Hungaria
coldfingerweekend
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(pandemonium, iemand een echt verslag?)


verslag initiaties
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(in afwachting van verslagen van La Douce France hoorde ik)
verslag Arco
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Zwoele zomeravond. Fish are jumping out. Aankomst Arco. Na La Bérarde is er een tweede summermeet. Handig voor wie de eerste ook moest skippen wegens andere dringende trip. Ik voeg me bij de cordée van Alessio, Hannes en Wannes. Drie is geen getal om mee te zijn.

Open the door and Bilbo jumps in

