White Powder

I should have brought the cross country skis.

We arrived in Paris at 8:30 in the morning, picked up our car from Peugeot, and drove straight into town to some climbing shops we had already researched. After a successful mission of finding the 7 + 8 guidebook for Font we shifted into high gear and raced to Fontainebleau. Since it was pretty late and we had been up for 24 hours, we decided to go grab a sandwich and a couple of beers instead of trying to climb. Looking out the window of the Tabac (tobacco shop/ bar/ sandwich shop/ old creepy men hangout) we noticed it was dumping. Snow. And lots of it.

The car getting dumped on.

This isn't good....

We hopped in the car, and the 25 minute drive to the campsite turned into a hour and a half slip and slide fest. Hooray.

The road in front of us... oh boy.

And behind. Notice the Police car. He stopped and kindly said, "good luck!"

5:30 AM and I couldn't sleep. Why not play with my camera?

Now we wait, in McDonalds (free wifi in Europe), for the snow to melt so that we can get on the sandstone. I am itching to climb, it's been 27 days since I've gotten my feet off the ground. We went out to Bas Cuvier about an hour ago, and I ran into some Brits I met in Hueco. Small world eh? They were brushing snow off the tops of some of the boulders, so maybe we will be able to climb tomorrow. Cross your fingers for us.

Go this way.

Oh wait, we cant. It's frozen.

Why are you smiling Alex???? This isn't cool...

That's more like it... Negativity!!

Sick Alex!

Tree with snow on it. I guess I didn't need to tell you that though.

Until next post,

Au Revoir.