Celebrating life

It was Camille’s birthday. Above us, the “Jument Balance’ a classic aid route which today’s climbers probably free with one arm behind their back. In those days though, doing an aid route was pretty out there. The pitons were not the best in the world, and trusting them with weight, and wiggling around took some faith in the wisdom of the universe.

We came prepared. I wore a skirt with white lacy petticoat in honour of the new year starting in Camille’s life, he brought a picnic basket with a skin of red wine.
Camille died this year, and I look at the photo with a smile in my eyes. Life certainly is worth celebrating.