Hi Dolma, nothing changes, yet nothing is the same on an individual level. Fifteen years already—time flies by without telling us. Our aspirations aren’t the same anymore; sometimes we wish they’d stay that way, and we fight for it.
Among the big dates, I remember 2008. For several years now, I can’t really talk about vacations because retirement age has kicked in. I hesitate to even say it, given how tough the debate is these days about whether we’ll go back to 62.
But clinging to illusions about longevity and trying to believe in them is a great morale booster—no need for happy pills.
Anyway, once again, I’ve gotten pretty serious about climbing, and I’ve got high hopes for some big routes. The secret? Surrounding yourself with friends who push you, challenge you, and don’t let you wallow in nostalgia for the past. The results are there: sure, we can’t pull ourselves up on a single finger in an overhang anymore, but foot technique in climbing is like riding a bike—it sticks, and you quickly rediscover those incredible sensations. Just like when you started, you’re still amazed that climbing shoes can hold on to almost nothing—or at least, not much.
The thrill of leading a climb, far from the last piton, gives you this feeling of invulnerability, maybe even eternity—a real sense of youth. After eight months of relatively consistent training, I wouldn’t say I move like I’m twenty again, but the joy is definitely there. I feel it almost as raw as my first big route—wow, that was a long time ago. It was at Mont Aiguille; I must’ve been seventeen or eighteen. I remember it vividly, even if it wasn’t a super difficult route. The rock wasn’t even that solid on the east face. They say great loves can fade or lose their spark over time, but the real, intense, unforgettable ones that sweep you away soar beyond the years and stay intact—or even become more sublime.
So, I’m heading out for some beautiful walls with the same emotion and apprehension I had at twenty, even if my wife gives me that slightly exasperated look, thinking (but not saying), *When will he realize he’s not that age anymore?*
Anyway, Dolma, I hope you have a wonderful vacation—maybe on that Atlantic coast we’ve heard so much about on this forum.