"Climbing"

We got one route in after a late start on the main cliff before getting grumpy about the full sun (EVERYWHERE!) and retired to the Gite.   OK, maybe it was just me being grumpy.  We did a little touring instead and headed south through small towns and eventually ended up in Crest.  Nothing too remarkable really.  It was one of the least interesting parts of the Drome that I had been to, but still pretty.

After it cooled down, Chloe and I went to the Pecher du Bas sector, and oh my god was it hard!    I barely scraped together an onsight of the 6c+ pitch of Maux d'amour and almost had a heart attack thugging my way through the lower crux of L'equilibre du juste followed by very tenderly clawing my way up the very technical upper part.  Probably the hardest 7a I have ever done, and I was elated to reach the chains without getting ejected by any of the thin moves leading up to it.

Next, we had a so-so dinner at the moulin de la pipe, 

and against my better judgement flew the Phantom in high wind, in order to get some pictures of the cliff