I got the pleasure of returning to Fontainbleau for a second time in one month. This time though, I only had a single day. Starting in downtown Paris
I took the metro to the regional train, got off in Font, took a bus to the edge of town and hiked to the nearby area Mont Aigu. The whole trip took one hour
and forty-five minutes. A far cry from the normal seven hours to the Red.
I picked Mont Aigu becuase it was only a half an hour walk from town and
I had been there before. It had some great problems that I wanted to try again and I had only gotten a small taste of the area previously. It was a weekday and not
an area that gets a lot of traffic so I was expecting to be alone for the day. The morning I climbed by myself and worked through
some relatively high problems without a spotter or pad. I was psyched to see that my mental game was good. A little later I was surprised
when I heard voices coming down the trail and even more surprised when I could tell they were speaking American English. Though I enjoyed the
solitude of the morning the luxery of a spotter would be nice. After chatting with them I learned that one of them, Rob, was a student at
the University of Chicago where I had gone
to school and he knew a bunch of my friends from there. It is a small world. We climbed together for a few more hours before I had to head
back to Paris. The weather was perfect and the rock was as good as it gets.
I am now schemeing how I can get back there again.
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