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Ihateplastic
Trad climber
It ain't El Cap, Oregon
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Topic Author's Original Post - Jan 26, 2013 - 10:05am PT
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Having Robyn Erbesfield and Didier Raboutou as parents probably doesn't hurt.
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climbski2
Mountain climber
Anchorage AK, Reno NV
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Jan 26, 2013 - 10:16am PT
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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!
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Tan Slacks
climber
Joshua Tree
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Jan 26, 2013 - 10:53am PT
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My eleven year old (2006) was my "Pad Caddy" That was years ago, Now I have to chase her across the mountains
Bottom line, she keeps me inspired and I learn from her everyday.
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Maysho
climber
Soda Springs, CA
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Jan 26, 2013 - 12:39pm PT
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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!
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Gunkie
Trad climber
East Coast US
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Jan 26, 2013 - 02:41pm PT
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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?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 26, 2013 - 04:00pm PT
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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.
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Sierra Ledge Rat
Mountain climber
Old and Broken Down in Appalachia
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Jan 26, 2013 - 04:15pm PT
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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.
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Michelle
Trad climber
Toshi's Station, picking up power converters.
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Jan 26, 2013 - 04:20pm PT
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Competitive artistic roller skating :)
Still have my last freestyle skates too.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Jan 26, 2013 - 04:31pm PT
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11? I was already a hard man in training at 5!
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Risk
Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
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Jan 26, 2013 - 04:52pm PT
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Early season Tuolumne trip
Back when there was no TM Campground gate. If you could make it in, you could camp.
Little Yosemite Valley low impact camping, 1968. That Svea stove worked for decades.
Backyard gear sorting. Note Goldline.
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happiegrrrl
Trad climber
www.climbaddictdesigns.com
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Jan 26, 2013 - 04:52pm PT
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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!
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Gal
Trad climber
a semi lucid consciousness
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Jan 26, 2013 - 05:48pm PT
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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...
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Gal
Trad climber
a semi lucid consciousness
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Jan 26, 2013 - 05:54pm PT
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sweet, Hankster!
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climbski2
Mountain climber
Anchorage AK, Reno NV
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Jan 26, 2013 - 06:16pm PT
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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)
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mackenzie74
Trad climber
Berkeley, CA
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Jan 26, 2013 - 07:47pm PT
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Not what she is doing!
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Fletcher
Trad climber
The great state of advaita
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Jan 26, 2013 - 07:55pm PT
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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
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Fletcher
Trad climber
The great state of advaita
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Jan 26, 2013 - 07:57pm PT
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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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rottingjohnny
Sport climber
mammoth lakes ca
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Jan 26, 2013 - 08:28pm PT
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I was serving drinks in a biker bar in Daytona....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 26, 2013 - 10:28pm PT
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Fletcher, good post. I knew you were in great shape, at one time or another--that sort of thing shows in how guys carry themselves later on when they are not in training; they seem at ease when standing--and I was wondering how you did it. But really, running is my own bugbear--having bad knees I needed to find something else.
I found swimming about the time I was eleven and kept this up thru HS and college's first year. You runners (and Jerry Rice was the most in-shape man I ever heard of, except Jack LaLanne) are lucky. Pair of shoes and go: Talus. Track. Sidewalk. Trails. STairs.
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Leggs
Sport climber
Home away from Home
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Jan 26, 2013 - 10:30pm PT
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What was I doing at age 11??? Great question.
I wrote an award wining essay.
I was traveling the Pacific NW with my mom and dad
I was studying classical ballet and playing piano
I was singing, privately, in my bedroom
and I was writing a report on our 11th President, James K. Polk.
~peace
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