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Ihateplastic

Trad climber
It ain't El Cap, Oregon
Topic Author's Original Post - Jan 26, 2013 - 07:05am PT
Having Robyn Erbesfield and Didier Raboutou as parents probably doesn't hurt.


climbski2

Mountain climber
Anchorage AK, Reno NV
Jan 26, 2013 - 07:16am PT
Determined little gal and her love of climbing shows. Very cool post! Will be amazing what we see her and some of the other young ones do in the future. It already is!
Tan Slacks

climber
Joshua Tree
Jan 26, 2013 - 07:53am PT
Boulder pad caddy
Boulder pad caddy
Credit: Tan Slacks

My eleven year old (2006) was my "Pad Caddy" That was years ago, Now I have to chase her across the mountains

Elizabeth Pass 2012
Elizabeth Pass 2012
Credit: Tan Slacks

Bottom line, she keeps me inspired and I learn from her everyday.
locker

Social climber
state of Kumbaya...
Jan 26, 2013 - 07:57am PT


It's important to INCLUDE your children in the activites you love...

























































Credit: Tan Slacks
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Maysho

climber
Soda Springs, CA
Jan 26, 2013 - 09:39am PT
Super impressive! And she seems to really love it. For any kid, having a passion is the best, and sets them up for rich life...

Me at 9 years old...I dare you to rappel like this now!
Credit: Maysho
Gunkie

Trad climber
East Coast US
Jan 26, 2013 - 11:41am PT
my 10 y.o. son just out bouldered me today @ the gym. Gee I'm outta shape. That's gotta be it. Or maybe he's just going to be my personal rope gun when he gets a little older?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jan 26, 2013 - 01:00pm PT
What else? Little League, Arden Park, Sacto.

I played for the Solons, named for the our hometown PCL team, and our opponents were likewise named for other PCL clubs, as we were the second-tier talent, the Coast League. The better players got taken for the Giants and the Dodgers and the Braves, etc., and played in the Major League.

I spent three summers doing this before moving south to Merced, where I continued to chatter till junior year in HS.

I had begun to read about the Himalayas and learned about Alaska from a sixth grade teacher who used to live there. I had a rock collection, too.

edit: I confess to having bouts of CRS (can't remember shit)--I forgot about having climbed partway up Pyramid Peak with the Boy Scouts out of Camp Harvey West in 1960. It was a side trip to a long day hike, leaving not quite enough time to summit, so we high-tailed it down to Echo Lakes.
Sierra Ledge Rat

Mountain climber
Old and Broken Down in Appalachia
Jan 26, 2013 - 01:15pm PT
At age 11 I was living in Washington, D.C. We formed a neighborhood gang to protect ourselves from bullies and thieves from other neighborhoods. We fought hand-to-hand with rocks and clubs. I was part of the team who ventured into hostile territory to recover stolen bicycles.
Michelle

Trad climber
Toshi's Station, picking up power converters.
Jan 26, 2013 - 01:20pm PT
Competitive artistic roller skating :)

Still have my last freestyle skates too.
Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Jan 26, 2013 - 01:31pm PT
11? I was already a hard man in training at 5!

Credit: Reilly
TMJesse

Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
Jan 26, 2013 - 01:52pm PT
Credit: TMJesse
Early season Tuolumne trip

Credit: TMJesse
Back when there was no TM Campground gate. If you could make it in, you could camp.

LYV 1968
LYV 1968
Credit: TMJesse
Little Yosemite Valley low impact camping, 1968. That Svea stove worked for decades.

Credit: TMJesse
Backyard gear sorting. Note Goldline.
happiegrrrl

Trad climber
www.climbaddictdesigns.com
Jan 26, 2013 - 01:52pm PT
At 11 I had a horse; an American Saddlebred named Buddy Rich, who was taller at the whithers than I was.

Once at a local horseshow, we were registered in a 12 and Under Showmanship class and when it was my turn to have the judge review how I handle my animal, she automatically used the same phrase she'd done for the several before...."Trot your pony." She called. a 16 hand pony? Now that's a pony!
Gal

Trad climber
a semi lucid consciousness
Jan 26, 2013 - 02:48pm PT
Great pic, Locker !!!

At 11, I was a gymnast-I'd go to the gym 3 times a week for 3hrs, and once on saturday-it was my obsession... So the thread, Surfing & Climbing-complimentary pursuits... I sort of feel like gymnastics & climbing are complimentary... or let's put it this way, if you were a gymnast in your youth, climbing is a great endeavor when your older and your body can't take the extremes of gymnastics anymore... the mental and physical challenge seems similar...
Hankster

Social climber
Golden, CO
Jan 26, 2013 - 02:52pm PT
Having not been born and raised in Boulder with 2 World Champion climbing parents, I was in Texas playing in the dirt with a stick. Because that's what you did back then.
Credit: my cousin Margaret
Gal

Trad climber
a semi lucid consciousness
Jan 26, 2013 - 02:54pm PT
sweet, Hankster!
climbski2

Mountain climber
Anchorage AK, Reno NV
Jan 26, 2013 - 03:16pm PT
Very cool Hankster!


Ahh hell why not. I had great parents who loved the mountains and took us cool places.

Barefoot hiking



Eagle River Alaska (little did I know I'd climb and ski those peaks in my future)


moosedrool

Trad climber
lost, far away from Poland
Jan 26, 2013 - 03:21pm PT
I found a picture on the internet of the tower we used to play on when we were kids. It was erected and occasionally used for simulated parachute jumps. It doesn’t show, but it was more like a crane with a steel cable. So the jumper with a chute was lowered from the cable. My mother actually made this jump. Anyway, there was a stairway going around to the platform on the top. We ( kids between 10-15 years old) played catch me if you can on that tower! You would run up the stairs, and at the top you would walk an 8” beam to the middle of the tower to a pipe that you would slide down to the bottom. Crazy? Maybe, but for a few years I lived over there nobody got hurt. Our parents new that we were playing on the tower and they asked us not to do it but of course nobody listened. They put a lock at the bottom but it was easy to climb around.

Interestingly this picture was dated 1965. I was then 11 years old!

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mackenzie74

Trad climber
Berkeley, CA
Jan 26, 2013 - 04:47pm PT
Not what she is doing!
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Jan 26, 2013 - 04:55pm PT
I was living in a small country New England town looking for stimulation, both intellectual and physical. I found some stuff to satisfy those needs...

During this time, I first picked up Colin Fletcher's The Man Who Walked Through Time and The Complete Walker. His writing fertilized the seeds of inspiration that have lead me toward a life-long appreciation of the outdoors and the myriad elements that go with such experiences.

In tandem, I was also in the Boy Scouts (another long story unworthy of this thread). But, part of experience was earning these metal "skill awards" that would slide onto your uniform's flat webbing belt. One had to do with physical fitness. Running was something you could to to earn the award. A suggestion to get started was to walk 49 steps then run one. Then the next day, walk 48 then run two. And so on, until you could go without stopping and run a half mile. I measured our big backyard and and half mile was five laps around.

So I diligently worked at this, got up to running the whole way and earned the badge. Our next door neighbor's son was in the Marines and when home, he *ran*, yes *ran* on the roads around a lake in our town for FIVE MILES including a couple of ginormous hills! Of course, I thought he was not human, this being the mid-seventies. But he (I still remember his name, Gary) inspired me and eventually, my regular running expanded to the lake too. Later, when I began training for marathons, I ran the lake route three times in a row. Had to deal with harassment from townies who thought I was some kind of freak. Maybe I was! Freak Power!

And, those two experiences, my friends, are at the root of why I'm here, part of this strange, beautiful Taco Stand today.

Eric
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Jan 26, 2013 - 04:57pm PT
Love it Hank! I think playing with dirt with sticks is genetically encoded. My kids still love doing it today!

Eric
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