Colette McInerney Climbing Trip to the Mythic Cliff – Ceuse

This summer came together much like most of the best things do, completely unplanned. I had been blabbing pretty insistently about a girl’s trip to Ceuse in an attempt to “put things out into the universe”, you know concentrating my “energy” and all that. But alas the trip came to fruition while the perfect limestone cliff was the last thing on my mind. Now almost 6 months later and I find myself looking back on a summer full of Ceuse memories, from the once daunting turned therapeutic hike, to the intimidating climbs now proud achievements, to the once unspoken acquaintances turned new confidants.

Half way through my summer I was at another crossroads about whether to continue my “la la land” trip in the southern countryside of France or make my way back to the “real world” of US must-do’s and should-have-done’s. It was Melissa Le Neve, as close as a Ceuse local as you can get, who convinced me to bite the bullet, rent a retro camping trailer, stay, film and project the never ending bucket list of the area’s have-to’s.

There’s a reason Ceuse stays on the map and is one of the only cliffs the Euros, with their beaucoup of conveniently placed limestone, will curb their morning slumberings and late night wine fiascos, and suck it up for the 45 minute hike in order to test out the classics and tech their way up airy faces of perfect pockets, edges and crimps.

Without sounded too privileged I’ll mention this was not my first trip to the mythic cliff. I had visited Ceuse twice before. Once on an extended trip another just passing through. Both times I got my butt kicked in all the climbing senses of the words; physically, mentally and emotionally. Ceuse was not for the faint of heart, not that that’s what I was looking for, but sometimes it takes a trip or two to know where to put your ego when you tie in.