I leave Chamonix in 6 days. Maybe there will be another 4 or 5 good days of climbing. In the next 24 hours, I will eat some croissants, drink some wine, and eat some cheese. My health insurance expires in 7 days.
Next week’s flight back to NYC from Geneva will have 1 layover in London; I will check 2 massive bags (right at the 25-kilo limit) and carry-on 1 heavy bag full of books.
Around $1,000 will remain in my checking account when I return to the U.S. This means that I will need to get a job within 4 weeks, or I will have to start buying groceries on Visa. Perhaps I will stay with my parents for 3 weeks, but if I stay longer, I’ll feel like a sponger.
Last week, I went climbing 6 days in a row. The best climb was the Bérard Valley’s L’été Indien: 7 pitches. Easiest grade: French 5b. Hardest grade: 6a+. I led 4 pitches; Andy led 3.
Then it rained for 2 days. I drank 4 rounds of espresso on the first morning while I worked, and for those 2 nights, I stayed up past midnight finishing a proposal. In the process, I ate 2 chocolate bars, a pot of 1/2 chocolate, 1/2 coffee-flavored ice cream. I drank 1 bottle of red wine.
Right now, it’s 9:39 a.m., and I am still drinking my first round of espresso. I purchased 1 baguette and 1 croissant at the bakery. At 11:07, I will board the train. At 11:17, I will meet Andy in Les Tines. We will climb.