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drljefe
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El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2013 - 10:11pm PT
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2013 - 10:39pm PT
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Thanks Kevin.
What's cool is that when I look at my dad's photography I see a lot of my own "eye", my sense of composition, etc.
Even though he split when I was young, there's a lot of him in me.
And I have to thank him. Every weekend was a camping trip. My parents would pick me up from school on Friday with the rig packed and we'd be on the road.
They'd also pull me out of school for extended Mexico trips.
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Todd Eastman
climber
Bellingham, WA
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Jan 31, 2013 - 11:06pm PT
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... come home for dinner!
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2013 - 11:21pm PT
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Love your Mother
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ron gomez
Trad climber
fallbrook,ca
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My Mom tells me, she had me in her stomach when she and my Daddyo camped on the Merced in Yosemite, 1958! That started it all for me there. I'm sure little did she know what they were starting!
Peace
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east side underground
climber
Hilton crk,ca
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jefe " love your mother" f*#k ya.....mines been gone almost 30 yrs now
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Anastasia
climber
InLOVEwithAris.
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Yes and No... My parents would gather wild plants for food. Mom taught me how to pee outside when I was four during one of those wild plant escapades. I would work the soil since I could stand, we planted, learned what was poisonous and what was not. Watched my Dad tend the bee hives. He could do it without a suit. Bees didn't bother him while I sadly have always been allergic. I remember finding a snake in our backyard and my mother killing it with a hoe in one whack. Plus my brother and I played at the local creek pretending we were explorers/frontiersman. When we visited my grandmother in Greece, I would chase the goats, route find through the mountains, stay away from my uncle's mule, to watch out for his back legs since they could kill etc.
It wasn't camping, and yet it was wilder than what most folks grew up with.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Yeah, a crow shat on a log and sun hatched me. Is that outdoor enough for you?
%^)
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Pollock Pines, California
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im hookin up my ladies
the best i can,
i take it so far as to eliminate
that threshold that distinguishes
outside and inside,
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2013 - 10:04am PT
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Nice one stahlbro. Looks like Havasupai.
Remember when you "played", you played with dirt? Or at least played outside instead of in front of a computer screen?
Even if you weren't camping out all the time, chances are you were still outside a lot more than kids today. F*#kin A, I just caught myself sounding really old.
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justthemaid
climber
Jim Henson's Basement
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Nice pics everyone. This thread is fun. Jefe- your shots on the beach in Baja mirror some of mine. We've got some parallels. I'll raise you a cute polka-dot bathing suit as soon as Dad gets some scans to me. All my little kid photos seem to be in his possession.
My family was pretty outdoorsey. They were both LA Unified teachers so we had summers off. Skiing, hiking, swimming, Baja trips and we owned horses so I was outdoors all the time.
PS: @ Weege... Guess we won't be parking Arnie at your cabin any time soon ;)
PPS: @ Jefe.. Yup.. Kids these days...
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BASE104
Social climber
An Oil Field
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Jefe,
Those are some great pics. I MUST go scan the ones of my son when we were hanging out. He dug it.
One of the funniest moments was teaching him how to pee outside without upsetting the ladies. Priceless.
Now he is off in college.
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StahlBro
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Jefe,
Yep, Havasupai in the early 70's. What an incredible place.
Rob
Edit - Are those Chaco Cyn shots? maybe de Chelly? Chaco rules....
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Karen
Trad climber
So Cal urban sprawl Hell
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Every summer my family camped in the Sierra, namely Twin Lakes outside of Bridgeport. My Grandparents loved to fish, while they fished I would go explore. My Grandparents also camped along the coast at a place called, Faria-think that is how it's spelled-again it was all about the fishing.
My parents always were camping and exploring all over, from the Salton Sea, Joshua Tree, Dana Point (keeping in mind none of these areas were developed yet.
One summer (it was the year for me between 4th and 5th grade) we drove all the way up to Alaska, north of Fairbanks as far as we could drive the camper. We literally went everywhere you could drive up there. We ended up driving onto and taking the ferry back to St. George. That was cool, we slept in the camper then spent the days looking at the amazing scenery.
There is so much more but I will spare you. It is no wonder I totally love camping and exploring and have one a ton of it on my own, independent, never needed a partner, just would set out on my own. There's a world of beauty out there and I've never understood people who just laze around and don't get out there!!!
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2013 - 08:12pm PT
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stahlbro, yes, Canyon de Chelly, Monument Valley, Chaco Canyon, Bandolier, Sedona.
There's even one posted on a previous page of the hike into Havasupai.
Cool stories and pictures, folks!
My parents loved the Pueblos too.
Acoma, maybe?
Once my dad bailed my mom and I continued exploring together.
Lago Chapala or Patzcuaro, can't remember, road tripping deep in Mexico.
And I guess it all led up to this sorta thing
my favorite ground up FA from last summer, High Pro Glow
and one of my favorite boulder problems, with my buddy giving his kids an outdoor upbringing
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limpingcrab
Trad climber
the middle of CA
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I love seeing pictures of people outside with their little kids. Cool thread, getting me excited for my first, due in May!
And yes I did, very much. No pics on my phone though.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Me and Mom. Yosemite Valley circa 1954. We would stay for weeks and months at a time...me, mom, Grandma Turner and my sister...along with assorted aunts, uncles and friends. My dad ran the Sherwin Williams paint store in Merced so he would come up on the weekends. We had the run of the place...just had to show up for dinner and the firefalls.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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out - where all the stuff that always was, pretty much still is
door - implies sanctuary, launching pad, base station, shelter place
up - harding was being cynical, up is where we drag our selves
bring - ok, folks made it possible technically
ing - and it goes on ... thankfully!
my folks, ya i owe 'em bigtime
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