Lain from the Mountain

My Phantom, the film

I am BEYOND PSYCHED to finally share with the world a deeply personal project I have been working on this year: MY PHANTOM, the film. For a long time now, I’ve been searching for strong female climbing partners. I felt a deep desire to share the struggle of navigating in a male-dominated sport. Or maybeContinue reading “My Phantom, the film”

SCARPA

Longing for colder days, in search for the ephemeral medium called ice. Climbing vertical rivers instead…. Are you ready for winter? I am happy to be joining SCARPA!

“ä huerä wädlichlimser”, dreaming in a cold reality on the Dent Blanche north face direct

The first time I saw the Dent Blanche, not coincidentally on a climbing trip with Jorian, I immediately fell in love with its sleek north face. This beautiful white line, from bottom to top, in one of the far outstretches of Wallis, seemed quite the dream route! But as it goes with dreams, you mayContinue reading ““ä huerä wädlichlimser”, dreaming in a cold reality on the Dent Blanche north face direct”

Eiger North Face, Heckmair route – A story about fun (and climbing!)

Note: nothing what is said here probably does justice to the route, the first attempts and the first ascent. Go see for yourself! Massive! One more time I look behind Before setting foot into the darkness Breathing deeply Pulled by its promise But it is cold Grim The warmth of the sun so close YetContinue reading “Eiger North Face, Heckmair route – A story about fun (and climbing!)”

Phantom Direct, Via in memoriam di Gianni Comino (Grand Jorasses, Pointe Walker)

23:45 – The alarm goes off. Hesitantly, I crawl out of bed. “Good morning”, I call up the stairs to Fay. Maybe ‘good evening’ would be more appropriate. With only four hours of sleep, we are about to embark on our biggest climbing adventure together on the south face of the Grand Jorasses: the PhantomContinue reading “Phantom Direct, Via in memoriam di Gianni Comino (Grand Jorasses, Pointe Walker)”

Op het randje

Ik wapper nog eens met mijn handen. Koud zijn ze. Ik weet dat het onbegonnen werk is. Mijn handschoenen zijn nat en ik sta al een uur met het zekertouw in mijn handen. Ik wiebel met mijn tenen op en neer en probeer tevergeefs te squatten op de 10 vierkante centimeter waar ik op balanceer.Continue reading “Op het randje”

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