Why the mountain? I don't have a precise answer. I always had several passions, the motorcycle, the data processing, reading and especially the mountain. I think that some passions make be born a sort of incentive that helps us mentally in life of every day, to accept some things or évènements better, to really feel in his/her body as in his/her head. He/it is true that to the thread of the time, these passions can weaken in intensity whereas some times before they were in full expansion. Still more, always higher and always farther, to know his/her/its physical and mental limits while being always in agreement with oneself even. And one could benefit allégrement of it.

Then, come the évènements, a child's birth for example.

The passion of the motorcycle loses its power. A lot less risks in the curves that can be brutal to see fatal. Why continue to pilot a motorcycle while saying itself/themselves to every acceleration or to every turn, SLOW, think that you are not alone. I now consider the motorcycle like a second means of transportation. I like to pilot my motorcycle always but like a biker of Sunday. In a sense, that arranges to me, there are some advantages. I don't take rain anymore and I make savings.

The data processing? I nearly eat every day some greedily to the job. Result, I have even permanently more a connected pc at home as to a certain time. In addition, that makes pleasure to Alexandrine. There is not the burr of the fans that turned days and nights anymore. This passion is some to his/her/its conclusion. In addition, he/it missed nevertheless the shade of any surprise to see a risk or an ephemeral test.

What does he/it remain? Reading and the mountain.

Reading, immutable passion that doesn't risk to end, she/it is some even to his/her/its apogee. Planted well on the picks of the alphabet and on the staples of my imagination, I hold on without pain and without effort. To me the magazines, the novels, the real histories or the fictions, the detective novels, the comic strips or merely the ingredients on a packet of crisps or on the packing of a chocolate rod. I am taker at all hour of this encephalic stimulation.

Remain the mountain. I am recently now climbing of time, some years, 5-6 years. I needed a sport that brings me pleasure, sensations and adrenaline and especially that stopped the holds of weight rhythmized by the prolonged cocktails, to basis of whisky, of pâté in crust / pickles and pizzas. Not indeed the "Mayo" régime to which it is necessary to expect, brief enough of the effect accordion. I tried the pétanque and the failures well but it was limited physically and all as much alcoholic. I attacked by the VTT and the race to feet, history to get in shape and to retake taste from a physical and sporty activity worthy of this name. Only one authentic ingredient, the pleasure. Physically and mentally enthralling, I always practice regularly these two activities with a real enthusiasm. But he/it misses some condiments. The sensations and adrenaline.

All began thanks to Alexandrine. Why, don't you make the mountain as others? I think that she/it made allusion to Paulo, that I didn't yet know. Immediately says, immediately makes. Enrollment to the alpine club of the Ain to Borough in Bresse in the same week. First evening to the wall of Saint-Roch. I come alone without mate of rope. He/it reigns a superb ambiance, cordial enough even. The breathing of the climbers on athletic passages makes itself hear in spite of the screams of a team of sneakers that also train in this room. In fact, it is the trainer who stimulates his/her/its players, in a visible discontent. I am immediately in the bath and at ease. I discover a new world, the one of her climbs.

Several ropes me assaillent gently and indicate me the wall of fire-chamber. 30 minutes and several alleys and returns on this wall and there am me ready. I read the main n.uds and notably the double 8. I don't remember to have had no difficulty integrating a rope. He/it was two, there are us three. In good pupil, I take advantage of the advice that they lavish to me. I always use them. They are experienced and propose me to my second visit in the wall, an exit via ferrata. Finally, I am there, of the real, of the concrete.

Come then the sequence with several exits in climbing, cascade of ice, via ferrata and especially the mount directs with my first recall (indelible memory). I should say the second, the first I made it in room. All accelerates then with Paulo's meeting. One starts with a small via ferrata, history to make acquaintance and to appreciate our capacities. The confidence and the autonomy are essential in mountain. To take account of it cannot generate any dangerous situations to see dramatic exits. I explain him the basis of the climbing and him of the mountaineering. One completes itself honestly. Since, he/it remains one of my rope mates the more on and most convinced than it is only pleasure, sensation and adrenaline, everything pleasantly mixed to the beauty of the mountain, his/her/its flora and his/her/its fauna, his/her/its secrets and his/her/its hidden dangers.

Did you already feel this need of liberty? This sensation, you cannot find it on a beach crammed of the azure coast but rather in the isolated and sorry corners that offer the mountain. These wild parts and deserted by a part of the population in which, the in love with the mountain likes to cross themselves, to the detour of a trail or of a turns.

Did you already feel an abrupt rise of adrenaline? She/it is ambushed, curled up in our bodies, snuggled up quietly and folded on herself, only waiting for an excuse, that a motive to be able to externalize himself. Fatigue, the impression of more to advance on this wall of stone or ice, a sudden fear of the emptiness or merely an awareness, that is what I make there instead of being at home with my family, are as many incentives for her, for this adrenaline. The feet that refuse to bring up, the arms that prohibit himself from rising, the legs that begin to tremble, the first signs. She/it wakes up and finally emerged of his/her/its cache. This adrenaline is sometimes a savior in the first instants. The brain of the human being reacts instinctively. The climber thinks about his survival and to avoid a dizzy fall. Miracle, the muscles start functioning again. The thought focuses on one point, to continue to progress, to leave this dead end psychological tétanisante. To get at the shelter. Adrenaline is one of the numerous sensations that the mountain can bring.

The passion of the mountain remains inked in itself. She/it is magic. She/it is not tiring, monotonous or boring. It is a pure extract of beauty, exaltation, inspirations and obstructions, to know being and to know how to live. A harmony perfected between the body and the mind. It is the place ideal to share his/her/its emotions with the other, with those that share with us this need to reach some summits.

Veils why I prefer the mountain to all my other passions.

I address has those that don't know the mountain. Throw yourselves, just once. not of possible disappointment for the enthusiasts to be well or those that search it for.

This site, I created it as well for me that for you. ....

Daniel ALVES.