Flora Bohra: south face in brutal heat
Nine pitches of steady grade 6 on the Leonhardstein. We ran out of water before the end.
Machine-translated from the German original. The German version is the one I actually wrote.
Hannes had the van, so we went by public transport. Two and a half hours travelling each way, plus an hour walking in.
It was brutally hot that day, and naturally we got on the south face. You get to choose, and you still choose wrong on a regular basis.
The route itself is good: nine pitches of fairly consistent grade 6, and a lot of it can be linked. Nothing you stand and think about, but solid throughout.
By the end the water was gone and the thirst was substantial. That’s the kind of mistake you make exactly once a summer, and then again the next summer.