All is change; all yields its place and goes.


The cows came home from the alp today …. they passed by our house on the narrow cobbled street, bells clanging. Their return heralds for me the almost melancholic change of the season.  But it has somehow been a ‘wintry’ summer – so the chilly days and sight of snow on the mountain tops is even not such a distant memory.  But now as I run home there are hues of brown on mountainside ahead so now even the trees will soon change their garb.

Mirroring those changes surrounding us in the nature – comes a feeling of change within …..

For everything there is a time.

And it was ‘change’ that we had to deal with in The North Face Ultra-Trail du Mont Blanc this year.

This kind of says it for me:

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.


More ‘thoughts’ to follow on the ‘dance’ of UTMB 2010.

Mountain greetings to all who are reading!