Tristan leading at the Gallerie
We camped near the Brüggler in a small meadow by a Swiss alpine hut named “Matt”, at 1,235 meters, with a spring, toilets, and tables for eating and cooking both inside and outside. However, since our first night we’d listened to loud thunder crashing around us, and been almost blinded by lightning flashing much too close for comfort, we opted to sport climb instead of hiking up toward the Brüggler and starting up a long climb.
The Gallerie was one of those typical small European cliffs that all the locals climb at but no one comes from very far. They all wondered why we would bother to climb here when we were so far away. Well, for one thing, we didn’t want to go up on a bigger climb at higher altitude in what seemed pretty threatening weather.
Also, the quality of the rock was superb. We climbed on a dark limestone with lots of little side-pulls and edges, quite different fro the pockets we’d gotten used to in Spain. We found several of the climbs surprisingly difficult for their grade and heard from some locals that they climbed here every week and had gotten the routes totally wired.
Despite struggling on what we thought were grades we should be able to climb, we loved the rock. The Gallerie also had the most unique approach—via a staircase up to the roof of a tunnel above the local road!