First the rain. Everything’s wet. The cold. Days getting shorter and darkness falling at 18:00. But that’s all right. The worst is when the itch arrives. At first it goes unnoticed, a small side-note at the back of my head: “I cannot will not climb outside today.” Sometimes I even welcome it as a short rest from the packing, walking, route finding, leading, worrying, belaying, running, and worrying again that happens before every climb I do in the Elbsandsteingebirge. The leaves pile up above the ground and the itch grows stronger: “Yet another day without real rock.” And then I start missing the suffering, achieving, overcoming, laughing, enjoying, and sharing that takes place during a typical climbing day. The first early snow. Anxiety kicks in: “Could I have climbed that route? Did I really climbed those routes in proper style? But I haven’t climbed enough this year! So much still to do, all those routes and not enough time!” and on, and on, and on … In despair I start to train, to practice, to re-learn. “I’m not fit. I need more endurance for that route. I should pull harder for that sequence. I do not trust my feet on friction slabs.“
And then something changes. In the dark damp nights I brew projects and challenges. I try to objectively assess what happened during the year. In many ways, 2011 was incredible: 81 different routes on 45 different peaks. Great lessons were learned on each one of them. But I am even more proud of getting to climb with so many partners this year. Novice or experienced, their drive fuel my hope. With such hopes, partners, and lessons (and a good deal of self-delusion) I convince myself that I really could finish that route, that I could try that test-piece. And with the planning, thinking, and discussing the temperatures drop and the first real snows arrive. Winter’s here and I can’t wait to scratch my back! Time to run, hike, get exhausted. Explore new areas, find those elusive ice waterfalls. Double-days, push, pull, throw some weights. Then rest. Rest some more. Above all think a lot. Snow grows heavier and eats up the noise. For some time my mind slows down and grows quiet. It’s the middle of winter and maybe I am ready to climb again.