RefleXions of the fall

The fall of 2006. After long periods of hard working rythm, especially if somehow mixed with personal issues and prolonged decisions of any sort, the body & mind just scream after some time-off and active relaxation.

The conclusion of this years summer definately wasn't one of the easiest for me. Trying to work all of the 'pros' & 'cons' into the right order took out quite some energy in the whole process, but a guiding light seemed to have shown me an optimal path ahead. A petty rugged one, but also one that I tend to appreciate most...

Meanwhile, a weekend resort at the sea-side seemed to be the right answer again. Together with some hard core rock-climbing of course. The canyon of Paklenica seems to do the job time and time again...

Vogon poetry

The majority of you might know it just by the simple fact that...

'Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe...' as Douglas Adams ingeniuously put it in his entertaining sci-fi masterpiece The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy...

I also got to know it from a quite different perspective - as one of the toughest and trickiest routes of my local climbing crag, Dovzanova soteska.

Because of it's flat nature and only minimalistic holds some climbers were also grading it as the 'ugliest' (no harm intended ;)) of the lot, but I eventually decided to at least try it out before giving it any smart remarks.

Through my tendency to perform better on overhanging routes, the conclusion for me ended up as a three-week 'full on' project, with the final ascent lying in the air for the whole of the last week. And though graded at a mere 7b+ and thus beeing quite far from my outmost climbing maximum - it was, remarkably, also a route that probably taught me the most about climbing movement of them all?!!

When I arrived back home, I simply had to open the book for one last time... to read...

Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.

Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,

See if I don't! - Excerpt (7th chapter)

...as the the words interestingly made sence - for once. See if I don't'! ;)