For a couple of years now, I have followed my close friend Henrik Sennelöv through motivation mixed with frustration, while batteling with one of his big projects. Not only has it meant a physical challenge, but due to the problem being extremly sensitive to rain since water keeps pooring down it long after even the smallest shower, it has required incredible patience from Henrik. When forecasts has been looking promising, he has been in standby mode to go out as soon as weather has allowed. Allot of the times he has arrived at the crag only to discover the problem being impossible to try.
Thank's to a dry summer and autumn, Henrik has been able to try his project more frequently than before, and yesterday I recieved a text-message from him saying: "Finally sent it, on my last try before I had to leave for picking up the kids at daycare..." Congratulations Henrik on a great addition to the westcoast-bouldering!
Olof Eriksson finishing off what I got was an old project of his at Svarttjärn. It's hard to imagine why he had not climbed it before, seeing how smooth he did it on his first go of the day after putting up the quickdraws. One can only assume he's been trying it in pouring rain or in equally aggravating conditions...
My first impression of the ropeclimbing in Stockholm definetely made me curiouse to see more of it. The routes at Svarttjärn suites me better than any other ropeclimbs I have done, since they basically are boulders that you climb tied in to a rope.
Sydde was looking strong as allways, and after a couple of warmup-goes, he made Kristallbandet look easy as a Sunday-stroll in the park.
As I'm sat in the schools cafeteria with my first cup of burnt coffee of the day, I can't help thinking back on where I was a year ago. Appart from the climbing, if there is something I miss about Spain, it's the ability to walk in to nearest place serving coffee and enjoy a great tasting Cafe
con leche. Most of the times for less than a euro. The fact that
Spanish coffee is cheap, ironically made me spend way more money buying
it than I do back home, since all I ever did when I wasn't climbing, was being sat looking
through the guidebook in the nearest café.