My Northern Home

I haven't been writing too much lately. As you might have noticed. First it was the exhaustion from the work, then came all the fuzz with corona, then the slush season and finally the outdoor climbing season was fully on. And I wanted to break from the mental chains from this spring and do all the things I graved to do, but for one reason or an other wasn't able to do.           And now to the actual topic of this writing.       I have always loved climbing. Like most of the children. I just never stopped as I grew older. Last autumn I found climbing in my life at a totally new level. Suddenly I had a whole group of adults around me, for whom climbing was a serious hobby and a way of life. I was thrilled and excited. I started training at indoor climbing wall. And I developed fast as a climber. I felt like, I had found yet an other thing in my life that I love and I'm good at. Then came corona and closed our climbing wall. I kept training my muscles and fingers at home. And