Ausweichkogel, a majestic bastion of rock, stands as a silent witness to countless climbing sagas. Among its most brutal testpieces is 'Priojekt,' a route I’d long considered my ultimate challenge. Graded a formidable 9a (5.14d), it became my obsession, consuming my thoughts and demanding relentless dedication. Months melted into weeks, each session marked by the searing burn of forearms and the sting of repeated falls. The route was a complex puzzle: a dynamic opening leading into a technical slab, then transitioning into an overhanging, crimpy headwall that demanded absolute finger strength and precision. On that fateful redpoint morning, the air was crisp, and a quiet determination settled over me. Each move felt precise, each breath measured. Through the lower cruxes, past the desperate crimps, the pump growing unbearable but my resolve unwavering. Then, the final clip. A surge of pure, unadulterated elation washed over me. Topping out on Ausweichkogel, with Priojekt finally conquered, was an unforgettable moment of personal triumph. It wasn't just a climb; it was a journey of relentless dedication and the ultimate reward of persistence.