As one year ends and another begins, it feels like we enter a sort-of collective twilight zone. No one seems to know what day of the week it is, automated out-of-office emails become frequent flyers in inboxes, and—if you’re anything like me—all your climbing is fuelled by Christmas leftovers.
In an attempt to escape the annual deluge of holiday emails and social media feeds flooded with counterfeit contentedness, I deliberately selected my summer climbing crags based on a lack of reception. Given I live in lutruwita/Tasmania, you’d assume that this particular criterion wouldn’t narrow the list of crags down in any meaningful way, and while you’d be kind of right (and that’s
