HAZEL FINDLAY ROCKS DOWN TO ELECTRIC AVENUE (5.13+R)

Teamed up with her friend and fellow Brit crusher Madeleine Cope, Hazel set out to see for herself what the Swedish crags had to offer.

MONDAY, AUGUST 19, 2019

“There are so many places a climber has to go,” says BD Athlete Hazel Findlay. For years, she had heard about the perfect granite cracks in Bohuslän, Sweden, but only recently did she make the trip. Teamed up with her friend and fellow Brit crusher Madeleine Cope, Hazel set out to see for herself what the Swedish crags had to offer. Luckily, BD Athlete Colette McInerney was there to capture the magic as Hazel roped up for one of the area’s fiercest testpieces — the bold Electric Avenue (5.13+R)

Video and Images: Colette McInerney

In 2008 I lived in The Pines Campground at Arapiles, Australia, for three months. I was 19 and had no qualms about living in the dirt; we dumpster dived, set up a “palace” which consisted of a few sofas, tarpaulin and group stove and all we cared about was climbing. The dirty scenes attracted the rarest of characters including two young Swedish lads, who in between worrying about their dwindling snus supplies talked predominantly of one thing: their home crag Bohuslän.

The best experiences in climbing are the ones where you get to try your absolute hardest, when there are so many moments where you think you’re off but somehow, you’re still on. My ascent of Electric Avenue was very much like that and because of it, it will always be one of my more memorable hard ascents.

--BD Athlete Hazel Findlay

“The granite is perfect,” they’d say. “The routes test you in a way that no other climbs will. Foreigners don’t know about it, but it looks a lot better than the gritstone in your country.”

Since then, I encountered many other climbers who’d ventured to the west coast of southern Sweden and they would all return with similar stories. I had to go. But somehow the years slipped by. There are so many places a climber has to go to. And Sweden being so rainy never appealed quite so much as France and Spain. It wasn’t until 10 years later when my good friend Madeleine Cope said she wanted to go, that I committed to a plan.

We spent the first few days exploring the area and climbing some of the classics. It was still spring and there was a fair amount of wetness on a lot of the crags. The landscape itself isn’t too dissimilar from the UK with an understated beauty that feels familiar and welcoming.