It is happening again

Martynas: It is 2am in the morning. The urge to pee disturbs my sleep. Not so long and I am standing outside. “Damn, it’s cold!”. A thermometer nearby shows +3C. “Wait, it’s end of summer!” follows immediately. Outside, lit by the full moon, I am starting to drift into an autumn-y mood while thinking about kids going to school, adults going to work, facilities such as a toilet at home, people commuting in cozy tubes, falling leaves, etc. Luckily, I didn’t have many teas in the evening, so quickly I make an escape from my thoughts to the warm bed leaving the melancholy outside.

Gorge du Tarn from Point Sublime

Gorge du Tarn from Point Sublime

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Green Rock in Spain

I always thought that a summer in Spain is very dry, hot and inhabitable, and any sane climber wouldn’t go there during that period of time. Therefore, when first Vilija and Domas suggested to meet in Cantabria / Asturias (North West of Spain) for climbing, I was very sceptical.

La Hermida

La Hermida

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Nostalgia in Gorges du Tarn

Gorges du Tarn is a place that’s a bit special for us. The first time we went there was 7 years ago. It was our first longer climbing trip together. It’s also a place where I did my first 7c and Martynas his first 7a. This year we came back to find the same Tarn and yet different.

Gorges du Tarn

Gorges du Tarn

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Hallucinations after a hectic week

I’m lying in a van bed with a camelbak full of cold water on my head. The head aches. I can see a bunch of men playing petanque through the backdoor of the van. It’s four of them. Three older ones and one younger. I look at the thermometer in my armpit. 37.2C. The digits are still changing. I knew there’s something wrong with me. It’s that recovery run that got me for sure. I look through the open side door. There is another van parked next to us. Very similar to ours. It’s a British version so its side door faces ours.

Happy ladies on Mont Blanc

Happy ladies on Mont Blanc

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Chilling in Finale Ligure

After we left Lithuania, everything we wanted was chill out and rest as the van preparation lasted longer than expected. So we did exactly that. We moved south slowly, stopping by for some climbing and visiting friends on the way.

Home is where you park it (Frankenjura)

Home is where you park it (Frankenjura)

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Dirtbagging start

And so, here we are, on the road, living in a van, traveling wherever we want, stopping whenever we find it appealing. After 7 years of dreaming about it we are actually doing it. The initial idea about what such a trip should look like that we had 7 years ago was completely different from what we now think it will be. And yet, it still involves living without many of the things we use every day not even thinking about it but at the same time also without most of the daily stresses. It still has very limited access to the internet but limitless access to the nature. And this is what we are choosing, deliberately and without second thoughts!

Our home for a while

Our home for a while

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Sinusitis in Chulilla

The Christmas breaks are dedicated to climbing, and this one was no exception. Without much debate, we decided to explore a new, for us, sport climbing place in Chulilla, a small village in the region of Valencia, Spain. This time it included the whole ex-Zurich crew!

Chulilla

Chulilla

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The Nose

As our pilgrimage to Yosemite was getting closer to an end, we got less humble and more psyched about trying The Nose on El Cap. The decision was made while chilling in El Cap meadow on a Friday morning and we rushed to buy food, organize gear, poop tube, strategy and etc. Loading the haulbag made us realise that a multi-day sufferfest is waiting for us. Also, the suffering aspect became even more unavoidable after listening to funny big wall stories from our friends Phillip and Thomas who climbed The Nose a few days before us.

We after El Cap

We after El Cap

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A Trip To The Center of The Universe Part 1

Martynas: Finally! After 9 years of climbing and rambling, the dream came true - I’m going to visit Yosemite Valley - the Mecca of Climbing, the Center of the Universe, the Capital of Climbing, etc, you name it. It’s difficult to count how many movies I’ve watched, books I’ve read, dreams I’ve had about this place.

Laura: A couple of weeks left until our wedding we were still considering the options for the honeymoon. One was to go to New Zealand and have unusual holidays with no climbing, just nature, hiking and stuff. To be honest, I was stoked. But you know, how can you “waste” three weeks of your precious PTO and not climb at all? The decision was made to go to Yosemite. A slightly different look at the honeymooning. I was very skeptical (as I often am) about our chances to climb there. We don’t climb granite, we’re both shit at trad, we don’t know how to haul the bags, we’ve never done a big wall, etc.

Yosemite Valley

Yosemite Valley

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Comici Dimai on Cima Grande

In the wedding frenzy of July (we attended three!), we squeezed in one climbing weekend. It was a return to the Dolomites - a place in which we’ve left many sentiments. In addition to drinking lots of coffee and eating lots of gelati and pasta, we went to Tre Cime and climbed Comici-Dimai route on Cima Grande.

Tre Cime

Tre Cime

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