We were all filled with immense excitement as we looked forward to the long-awaited IAFL mountaineering weekend. However, our anticipation was matched by growing concern when, just days before our planned adventure, we studied the weather forecast during the IAFL pre-expedition meeting. As usual, the discussion turned to wildly creative . . .
It’s the morning after Lausanne-Haute Cime-Lausanne and I have far from recovered — my legs are heavy and aching and my heart is still trying to catch up from the previous day’s effort. I’m intensely happy to have had such a beautiful day with friends and yet still . . .
I eagerly hand my ticket to the ticket agent at the Leukerbad cable car station. I hear him say, "Sind Sie bereit?" and I quickly nod in agreement. I take my ticket and rush off, perhaps a little too fast to start. Fabio will soon appear behind me . . .
Us humans are funny beings, full of quirks and curious habits. During my bachelor’s, I took a course in behavioral economics that opened my eyes to just how good we are at fooling ourselves. One of the most common ways? Discounting future costs—like the ever-relatable “I’ll do . . .
(or: why ride 140 km and climb a 3,257 m peak on a random Saturday) This is the story of an adventure led by the two stubborn women of the IAFL team. The dream? Simple. Climb Haute Cime, the highest summit of the Dents du Midi, starting directly from . . .
Here we go — the first official expedition of the IAFL team! And not just any expedition: we decided to return to where it all began for Tim and me. Six months ago—in hindsight, it was less of a well-planned decision and more of a "sure, why not die . . .
"Get in the car and roll up the windows! Immediately!" – Yes, you heard that correctly. This was Alex shouting at us while we waited out the traffic jam in front of the Mont Blanc Tunnel. We were walking alongside the car while he spotted a police patrol ahead. . . .