Tag: Climbing

Notes from the Road: Ardèche

Ardèche in summer: bleached stone, green rivers, shadows in flight.

After putting my last bit of strength into one final climb, I picked my way down to the river snaking below the cliffs, tripping over stones and reaching out to crush rosemary needles between my calloused fingers.

Harness and helmet stashed in a shadow, I walked along the pebbled bank until I found a bend with enough privacy to strip down unseen; some urban prudishness kept me from taking off my underwear. I slipped into the cool water, giddy and grateful, wet cotton clinging to my hips.

Above me, the stone ruins of a church warmed to gold as the sun slid into that evening angle that magnifies the pulse in everything. Tiny silver fish darted just below the river’s clear surface. A bird glided past, scanning the shallows for dinner. Bobbing along on bent knees, I tried to blend into the scene before me, knowing I had little to offer the actors but admiration.

Notes from the Road: A night in Chamonix

The mountain goat was chewing on my hair, nudging its bearded lips further into my sleeping bag. I woke with a start, waving away imaginary goat breath. Several feet away, on the other side of our rock-pile wind barrier, three horned chamois nibbled on wildflowers, surely more appetizing than my unwashed locks. The full moon lit up the curved basin of the Lac Blanc refuge area like an amphitheater: chamois, scattered stones, and Mont Blanc all wore the same monochrome mantel of lunar spotlight.

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