Oh, you thought? Yea no, I’d have way more problems on my hands if he were that kind of rock star. Nonetheless, the other woman in our relationship isn’t your typical tight-waisted beauty but rather has a rough, grainy exterior. He could talk about her for hours on end with such precise detail that you’d think he was talking about the love of his life. I’m in competition with a boulder.

Mr. Cheeseland boulders virtually every weekend in Fontainebleau, which is renowned as much for its vast forest as for its Chateau. Situated just 90km south of Paris, Bleau is considered the best bouldering area in Europe, if not the world. Climbers from all over the world flock to the forest all times of year to test their strength on some 10,000 boulders. Even during the brisk winter months, professional and novice climbers, hikers, and picnickers can be found taking in all that the historic area has to offer.

Although I’m convinced that his passion verges on obsession and he’s quick to abandon me on weekends to climb rocks, Mr. C’s skills and strength are astounding. Mon petit sportif also has his own blog called Escalade à Bleau which reads, as I’m sure you can imagine, like a journal from his climbing trips to Fontainebleau, the south of France and other spots in Europe. And now for some impressive grimpeur porn:

Have you been to Fontainebleau?