I turned 27 on October 21st. At this point I should feel adult, yet sometimes I have the feeling I am becoming older without gaining in maturity. I wonder if it is just a feeling.
I celebrated a climbing birthday. After desiring it for a long time, I could finally go to the Bockmattli: on the Westwaendli route, with my friend Christopher.
Given the concurrence of this climb and my anniversary I would be tented to give in to cheap philosophy, starting babbling about climbing as a metaphore of life, etc. I will spare the raving and keep to describing the route, without dirtying its pure beauty with existential nonsense. Continue reading