[Desnivel nº 301]
Long before his name was familiar to us we wanted to go. After much time looking at photos of American climbers climbing yellow walls, a color so bright it made you wonder if it was not a trick photography, one day you hear is called Needles. All of them had arms of a blacksmith and rose by harsh crack, posing for the photo, with the harness full of friends and stoppers and a lot of air underneath them. But besides the color of the rock is an image that many of us head for years: a climber by the flag twenty feet above the ground, seized with both hands to a huge layback, legs fully extended and as was his custom, cordless. Some may even remember the name of the route: Atlantis. All this creates an almost mythical aura that intimidates you in some way. One must be very hard to climb in the Needles. Not at all.