After the slap in the face from millau i vowed to step out of BlocAge and go to the Paris gyms to climb and experience real comp style problems. Unfortunately still being carless, that plan didn’t work out. But the weather was drier and the San Francisco crew had arrived which meant psyched climbing partners who easily picked me up so i could join them which of course, I did willingly. Admittedly I was over going to the same gym and the temptation of fine sandstone with fine people was irresistible.
Sometimes a bad comp can question my abilities as a climber but after a couple weeks in the forest with the SFB crew, i was learning to trust my abilities again and more so, enjoying climbing and being psyched with good people. But all good things must come to an end. Unsure of my return i waved a big good bye to my french family and friends, taking off for kitzenbuel, Austria, the next stop in the BWC.


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good luck mamaT. I beleive in you buddy:)
you can.
xo
I know you feel like crap for doing poorly (or at least felt that way, you're probably ok by now) but damn if you aren't my hero(ine). Just the whole life of traveling, eating/breathing/living climbing, raising the girl and watching her grow into a real human that talks real thoughts at you… that's just unique and cool. Must be damned hard too.
Shine on you crazy diamonds.