This weekend the safest place to escape from the rain was the area of Huesca. Patxi, Josu, Zigor and I chose a beautiful place near Vadiello called San Martin de la Valdonsera. There is a little visigothic chapel in the final way of a canyon and in the middle way there; a big piece of rock goes up to the sky. There are incredible lines with tuffas and nice routes.
On Saturday morning Josu and I took the little van and we went to Salvatierra de Esca, a little climbing area near Nafarroa, in the Vasque Country. Near the crag there is a little refreezing river to have a recovering bath after the climbing day. Nice plan, isn’t it?
My wrist is getting better and I can try hardest route than some days ago. This weekend in Salvatierra has been very exciting, feel the arms pump, fight with 7b+ routes and look how the fingertips became pink color. Is beautiful to feel my head full of plans and ideas again.
Probably it seems to be exaggerated, I only have been two months without being able to climb and the title gives to thinking that I begin to walk along the vertical for the first time. But really it is the way that I feel. In the moment that I knew that I had to do an obligated rest the walls came above me and the hours, the minutes, the second … were eternal. I had so many ideas and so many thing to do …to want and not to be able … uf!
This Saturday I have returned to give my first steps I the vertical after having suffered this fatal break of “triangular fibro cartilage ", this small meniscus of the wrist that so much the physiotherapeutic are afraid of. Since my physio is already an expert.
Well, so this Saturday I went to Baldegobia and I enjoy the hot afternoon held in a few pieces of rock. In that moment the happiest woman of the world … I! The routes taste like the best honey in the world, my fathers one. “We need nothing to be happy" I thought to myself looking at my climbing friend.
I have to recognize that overcoming this injury has been one of the hardest things which I have faced in this fleeting period of experiences that I have lived till now. But on the other hand I have had time to think and to think from the distance how lucky I have been and I am for knowing this world of climbing and for having savoured the treasures that it hides.
The first prove of the World Cup has been realized in Quinghai (China) and already we have news of the happened there. It seems to be that the young come treading loudly and they have started placing itself in the first positions of the ranking. It is the case of the Austrian Johanna Ernst who in her first year with the absolute category and with 16 years has placed herself in the first position chaining all the routes of the competition. In boys, also the Austrian young man Jacob has placed himself in the first positions. It seems that Austria comes loudly.
Patxi Usobiaga also comes loudly and has demonstrated that another year more is with desire of fighting World Cup “a muerte”.
This weekend the safest place to escape from the rain was the area of Huesca. Patxi, Josu, Zigor and I chose a beautiful place near Vadiello called San Martin de la Valdonsera. There is a little visigothic chapel in the final way of a canyon and in the middle way there; a big piece of rock goes up to the sky. There are incredible lines with tuffas and nice routes
On Saturday morning Josu and I took the little van and we went to Salvatierra de Esca, a little climbing area near Nafarroa, in the Vasque Country. Near the crag there is a little refreezing river to have a recovering bath after the climbing day. Nice plan, isn’t it?
