Yeah, acid and the seventies seemed to go together.
One of the more memorable days was in 1980. We were cooking breakfast at the Tuolumne gas station/store parking lot and fed a few visitors including Bachar. Afterwards he was kind enough to give us 4 purple microdot, if memory serves mne correctly. Anyway about noon, my friend Bill Irving (a non climber now deceased) and I, getting higher by the minute, departed on a tour of the moderate classics. First West Crack, then down the road to South Crack where Bill yelled up "where's the holds while part way up the run out face pitch". I replied, "just use your imagination", and he seemed fine with this following the remainder in short order. Finally at a little past 5pm we had just dispatched the second pitch of Fairview regular route when a good friend, Jeff Altenburg, wandered out of the woods and yelled up "Rick is that you, come down and have a cold beer". Well that broke the spell of moderate romping and we promptly rapped down. Good day, good high, thanks again JB, and thanks Jeff for the cold ones.
Do what gnomes did;
Find the chemist
Alot that three day plan
That last 12 hours is key to get sleep
I'm no fan of the Caylor demarcation point!
So never in the eye,
But the wrist has a Reservoir
Stay with likewise , if you can
That's Likwid for the 'new' fan
Take it easy - complete a task
I've known narcs to go to sleep
Keep an eye out for that Shiite!
The right light duty till the blast-off
Why we lived a hung off slings as things began to give
The walls got small our minds got big
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