He was puzzled by the white marks on the stone blocks of the bridge until one day he saw someone climbing across it on tippy toes, fingers scratching for purchase, dipping intermittently into a little bag at his waist. Shy and awkward, he’d watched from across the street and wondered. When the climber had gone, […]
The Cromlech, high and aloof, is a geometric aberration lording it over less well-appointed brethren – Grochan, Wastad, Craig Ddu, the slouching B-team. Ever since my first time in the pass, it had been the target, an Elysian playground for the climbing elite. Ron, Don, Joe and Pete had, over the years, created a mountaineering […]