As I mentioned last week in my winter’s lament, I have recently started training for a 50k, which is part of my goals for this year. I’m about three weeks in, just starting the fourth week, which is thankfully a down week, and I’m so incredibly full of energy. But why a 50k?
I think I am done with winter, which is a unique position for me. I’m usually quite happy with winter activities. I live in expectation of the next season all fall and relish the first opportunity to pack up my crampons and strap my piolet onto my winter pack. Likewise, I often lament the late …
The weekend before we left for Morocco, we headed up to the region of Cantabria to do some caving. You may remember that going to Cantabria was the celebratory ending of the vertical caving course we took in November.
After several tiring days in the mountains, we took a few days to relax and view the site of Marrakech.
Although things started to clear slightly on our descent from Toubkal, it was merely a short break in the blizzard. Overnight, it intensified as forecasted, so we chose to descend.
We climbed the Ras the day before because the weather was forecasted to be the best that day. Sure enough, as we were coming down, a light snow started to fall—a blizzard was coming. Perfect for climbing Toubkal, no?
The Ras, in the High Atlas Mountains, has a regular route and the route we took up the north couloir, a striking approach that takes you up a narrow corridor to a saddle just below the summit.
This is the second post in a series about my recent trip to Morocco, where we hike from the town of Aremd to the refuge Les Mouflons.
I recently returned from a trip to Morocco, primarily to visit the Atlas Mountains and climb the highest peak, Toubkal, among others. This is the first in a series of posts, which covers arriving in Marrakech and traveling to the mountains.
After three days of skiing in Andorra, I turned my attention to exploring some of the mountains surrounding Pas de la Casa: Pico dels Padrons, Pic d’Envalira, and Pic Negre d’Envalira.