Prelude The past month of mountain adventuring has won me a lot of confidence. I'm not going to do anything where I would need them. I spent most of these two weeks in borrowed mountaineering boots and crampons , and yes, I still know how to use an ice axe. I don't need a boyfriend by my side to do big things; I'm doing more and bigger things alone.
Mountain therapy. Succeeding where years of couch-therapy just had me doing somersaults inside my head. Me on Sierra Nevada.
And I am. And this pack-carrying climbing machine got her ass kicked by a woman who, if I needed more proof that my ovaries don't make me less of a human, provided it. Meet Melitta: in her deceptive cute blonde package probably the strongest, toughest person I've ever been in the mountains with.
The evening was made sweeter by my introduction to Melitta, an Austrian mountain guide on a solo ski touring adventure around Chile.
The Suizandina family had decided that, as two nice young woman mountain-lovers traveling alone, we needed to meet, and it surprised nobody when we became instafriends.
