It had to be North Dome, really.
I first visited Yosemite in 1985. At that time I was not a climber. I had little idea what to expect, but the line on the map – ascend the Falls Trail, visit North Dome, descend Snow Creek – looked too tempting to resist. My friend Liane thought this plan so foolish that she came along herself to make sure I didn’t get into trouble. We were married the next year. North Dome is a special place. Continue reading
Trip Report: 14 Feb 2004
The university campus at Luminy is right in the middle of the Calanques, a wild region of limestone cliffs and valleys and deeply-incised coastline stretching from Marseille to Cassis. For five days I have been trying to take in a full-time program of intense mathematical discussion. Now, however, an extra day has managed to find its way into my schedule. Today is climbing day. The sun has shone all week and my English distrust of the weather makes me sure it will rain today, but I’m wrong; blue skies and no wind. I am sitting outside the Mathematics Institute at 8.30 in the morning awaiting the arrival of Papick. Continue reading