I trained two years for my first bouldering trip to Fontainebleau. Came in with unrealistic goals, left with sore fingers, a sprained ankle, and a belly full of hummus and baguette.
We had a beautiful time bouldering and met people who truly inspired this collection: a lonely German guy with a wizard hat, funky leggings, and laughing cigarettes; a French grandpa using a rug as a crash pad, telling us to “crimp harder”; and our friend Berni, who thankfully knew every beta before we even touched the rock. In the end, I didn’t send all my projects… But maybe the real send was the Boulder Wizards we met along the way. Thank you for the memories :)
Boulder Wizard
You shall not climb without it