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seth kovar
climber
Bay Area
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Jan 25, 2010 - 05:02pm PT
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Me and my Great Uncle, Dave Craft, in the Badlands in '78 or '79...
At this part of the trip I took on the role of Lawman (much to the dismay of Dave, I'm sure), and searched the campground for the notorious and elusive Black Bart...
My memories of the trip are vague, but the awe of it all still lingers.
Much thanks to Dave for opening my eyes and heart to the beauty of this country and instilling in me a love and respect for nature...
note: survival, thanks for the redirection
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Anastasia
Mountain climber
hanging from a crimp and crying for my mama.
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Jan 25, 2010 - 06:42pm PT
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To the horror of my parents, I was a six year old with a knack for wandering into the Sespe Wilderness. That tracked enough dirt into my life to keep it permanent.
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14re3
Boulder climber
Twin Peaks ,CA
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Jan 26, 2010 - 12:12am PT
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Brutus of Wyde brother here.
Army brats raised in alaska. OUR mother was the inspiration. Moose creek camping with mom & her friend (also female) while the army officer husbands worked. Mom also worked at the alaska native hospital as an RN. Winter survival camp for us while in alsska.
She had me & my next younger brother in a scout troop that hiked 50miles of John Muir trail ea summer. Mt whitney, Mt san gregonio (greyback) Slushy medows. joshua tree/ zion / She became a desert lover in her last years!
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
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Jan 26, 2010 - 03:24am PT
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11ish, I got the intro to Josh rock toproping. not sure if we had backpacked san gorgonio by then or not with the scouts, but regular outdoor trips with the scouts was definitely part of my upbringing...
backpack san gorgonio
canoe Colorado flat water sections
road bike to oceanside
backpack to New Army Pass
car camping to Oneill regional park with capture the flag night sessions
but all that was couched in what I thot was a suburban hell and disneylandification of every day living, so not so off the grid. as a teenager, I would exploit this urban environment by bouldering on the traverses on underpasses of freeways.
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Allen Hill
Social climber
CO.
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Jan 26, 2010 - 04:51am PT
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tolman_paul
Trad climber
Anchorage, AK
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Started apline skiing between my dads legs when I was 3. I did a fair bit of tree climbing in my folks yard up pine trees. My folks had a condo in Squaw Valley in the 80's and it seemed we'd be up there a couple weekends a month year round, and for most of Christmas break. I got in alot of downhill skiing in my adolescent and teen years. In the spring and summer I'd hike up to the various peaks. The granite cliffs below the first tram tower always captivated me.
My dad was pretty active in outdoor activities after he got out of the Navy post WW II and before settling down with family, he climbed, hiked, skied and scuba dove.
When I was interested in climbing, my folks took me to Tuolumne to take some Yosemite Mountaineering classes, I learned the basics of ropecraft, belaying, self arrest and moving over stone.
Then they got a cabin by Royal Gorge (sick of the drive from the bay area to squaw) and I got into x-c skiing in my college years, so I'd ski the trails in the winter, and mountain bike them in the summer.
I guess that qualifies as an outdoor upbringing.
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
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nice Pate
totally understand, as I suspect most here feel that ring of truth in it.
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tolman_paul
Trad climber
Anchorage, AK
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Pate,
It's a amazing what kids pick up, and how much experiences mean to them.
For his 4th birthday I took my oldest boy, now 13, on a "hunting" trip. It was a 3 day canoe/camping trip. We paddled out two the second of a long string of lakes, set up camp, and spent the time portaging and exploring the other lakes in the system. We did some fishing for rainbow trout, I don't recall if we caught any, and enjoyed warming our fingers in the frozen morning by the campfire.
Literally for the next 6 months that trip was the only thing he'd talk about.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 17, 2010 - 10:38am PT
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All the old slides have been scanned.
A treasure trove of images I've never seen, but remember.
Experiences like this helped shape the man I would become.
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Leggs
Sport climber
California originally, Old Pueblo presently..
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Dec 17, 2010 - 11:03am PT
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I like the man you've become...
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Leggs
Sport climber
California originally, Old Pueblo presently..
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Dec 18, 2010 - 10:16pm PT
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I grew up with parents who loved the outdoors. I can't recall even one family vacation that involved a hotel/motel room. We spent all vacations traveling up and down my home state of California, into the Pacific Northwest and Canada, camping and hiking all along the way...
When mom passed at the age of 35, her ashes were scattered over Lake Tahoe from a small plane, as she'd requested... beautiful.
I started teaching my own son how to climb when he was three, and have followed in my parents footsteps as I expose him to the beauty and power of being outdoors and enjoying all it has to offer...
I should take advise posted earlier about scanning slides, as all my childhood photos are still in that format... my father took some amazing photos...
Here is a photo or two of my son...
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 17, 2011 - 05:22pm PT
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Take your kids when you go.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Jul 17, 2011 - 05:36pm PT
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I did.
This is my Grandpa, he was the co-founder of Sugarbush. It's a ski area in Vermont. He did this after his time in the Tenth Mountain Division in WWII.
This is me at 12. My Grandpa took me to France every summer to train for ski racing. It worked, and I did well at ski racing.
http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii22/btmayo79/?action=view¤t=LaGrave.jpg
This is my Dad. In this picture we were backpacking, 15 years ago.
Another picture I took of the old man.
And a final one. On Mt Jefferson in NH, BITD.
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sbailey2
climber
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Jan 31, 2013 - 04:45pm PT
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Brandon,
Who is your Grandpa? My Grandfather was also in the Tenth, and from Vermont.
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10b4me
Boulder climber
Somewhere on 395
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Jan 31, 2013 - 07:25pm PT
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the family used to take road trips to visit relatives in Missouri, and Colorado, but didn't really take up the outdoor lifestyle until a senior in high school.
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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Jan 31, 2013 - 07:33pm PT
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Always played outdoors....team sports etc, also Huck Finned it building tree houses and fishing for crappies and bass. Went to boy scout camp in the Poconos, but no National Park visits or backpack trips in the wilderness.
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BASE104
Social climber
An Oil Field
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Jan 31, 2013 - 08:29pm PT
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I have spent my entire life outside, except lately, when I am more and more attached to my computer.
That's OK. I just bought a sailboat, and NOBODY is invited. Except people who can teach me.
I just like being alone these days.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Jan 31, 2013 - 08:45pm PT
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Sbailey2, my grandpa was Edgerton (Tony) Hyde. He was in Italy in the Tenth during the war. Purple Heart and all that. Sadly, he passed away almost a year ago. He is missed.
This is his medal for being inducted into the VT skiing hall of fame,
Like Pate wrote upthread, I can't remember not skiing. My Dad and Grandpa strapped plastic skis on me when I was eighteen months old. It was all downhill from there. HA!
Climbing came along when I was about twelve and as a skinny little ski racer, it was only natural that I climb. My dad was my constant belay slave for years, even though he didn't want to climb.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2013 - 09:53pm PT
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So I started this thread a couple of years ago when I was going through my Dad's old slides.
Well they were sent off to Mumbai, or somewhere, and for Christmas my brother burned discs of all the scans.
What a treasure of memories and once again I'm reminded of why I grew up to love the desert, the ocean, Mexico, rock, the Southwest, camping, getting dirty, ancient cultures, and...especially my Mom.
Here's just some of the thousand or more images I've been drifting through.
Take your kids when you go. Instill in them a love and respect for the natural world. Let them get dirty, scared, scraped up, and happy.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
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Jan 31, 2013 - 09:56pm PT
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Yep!!! I was one lucky kid.
Growing up, my brother and I spent every summer with my mom on the ocean in Maine while my dad worked and came up on weekends when he could. We used to have contests to see who could actually make it the whole summer without ever putting shoes on. There was no TV, and we had to learn to entertain ourselves when the fog would roll in for a week or more at a time. Seaweed and jellyfish fights! By the end of the summer we could run over the barnacle-covered rocks without drawing so much as a drop of blood. The rocks and tidal pools provided endless possibilities for exploration -- something new every turn of the tide. Fishing, swimming, lobster hauling (replenishing bait...bah!), caulking skiffs in the spring, reading buoys, weather, shoreline, tidal pull...
My parents put me on skis when I was four. I used to say that I'd rather ski than breathe. My favorite days on the mountain were the cold, windy ones because it meant no lines, more runs and lots of ice. On those days you could hear your own edges and just fly. I actually can't ski in powder. Sad, I know. Is it me, or are skis embarrassingly short these days?
My dad taught me how to sail and windsurf in those same Maine waters. We went backpacking in Baxter State Park when I was about 11 and climbed Mt. Katahdin -- my dad and uncle dragged me across Knife's Edge howling. (Before crossing my uncle told us about a Boy Scout that had fallen off the year before and had never been seen again...)
My grandpa taught me about respecting the ocean and always keeping your wits about you once you pushed off from the docks. We fished with block wood scraps and hand-tied lines and hooks. I can still clean a mean fish and make his famous fish chowder. He took us blueberry, raspberry and blackberry picking, showed us the Indian trails around town and told us endless stories. He took us to climb the best trees. He taught us how to use a jackknife, splice a rope and tie endless knots. Most importantly, he led by example. He never lost his temper, saw the best in everyone and always made sure we knew how to get ourselves out of trouble by always having a back-up plan in mind.
Lucky, lucky kid.
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