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A long way from where I started
Apr 17, 2011 - 12:25pm PT
Similar sense of humor by all accounts.

And similar manners. First and only time I met Kit was at some slide show in the Vancouver area given by a visiting climber. I think it was at a church. I was in the foyer talking to Daryl when a young man walked in. He obviously knew Daryl, cuz he came over and they grunted friendly greetings at each other. Then the new guy looked around, pulled an open beer out from under his coat, took the biggest mouthful he could and...

...and spewed it all over Daryl's feet.

Har Har Har. They thought this was the funniest thing they'd seen in years, and walked off together sharing the beer.

I was later told the gentleman in question was Kit.
the goat

north central WA
Apr 17, 2011 - 02:01pm PT
I was a candidate for AA in 76 when Kit and I climbed together and Darryl was crashing in my C4 wall tent. Waaay more beer than a normal person should ever drink. Darryl's "40 beers in a day" challenge still had him waking up at 6:00AM looking for something to climb with no trace of a hangover. Kit's 14" bong was the biggest piece of hardware in our Salathe haul bag....... It was my "fear and loathing" period to be sure.

"do you declare lightweight??"
the goat

north central WA
May 24, 2011 - 02:13am PT
A late night road trip from C4 left Randy's car stuck in a ditch in El Cap meadows. Randy had reasons for not wanting to draw attention to himself so after a brief panic attack we began the process of getting RR's car back to terra firma. After an hour of drinking, smoking and general ineffectiveness, someone, possibly Darryl, came up with the idea of a "jack and stack." This technique involved cranking the bumper jack as high as possible with car attached, then pushing the car off the jack, preferably towards the road we left earlier in the evening.

We made rapid progress using this method and were only a few feet away from asphalt when it was discovered that a few rocks were required to fill a hole necessary to finish the job. Darryl grabbed a nearby chunk, stopped, then got this funny look. "What's wrong ?" I asked. "Shine the light down here" Daryl said pointing at the rock. "Why?" I replied. "Just shine it here?" "OK, but why? You have the rock in your hand for chrissakes, what do you see?" Darryl replied sheepishly, "man, I hate spiders!" I guess it was one of the few things that bothered him.......couldn't stop laughing the rest of the night.

Jim Brennan

Trad climber
Vancouver Canada
Oct 5, 2011 - 03:47pm PT
I was laughing to myself about some times with Daryl that would be hard to convey... So here's a simple bump for Daryl.

Sung to the Kool-aid song:

Beer loads, beer loads, taste great...

Beer loads, beer loads, can't wait !

The Daryl memorial gathering on the First Summit, Squamish Chief.

Social climber
Oct 5, 2011 - 04:25pm PT
That's a pretty filthy group there Jim. :-) Gotta bigger version of it. I this it was posted elsewhere and the guilty parties named.

It was a very sad day tho'....
Big Mike

Trad climber
Oct 5, 2011 - 08:49pm PT
Jim- I did see this thread in my lurker days. Thanks for the bump tho, I will include the link in my thread.

Daryl sounds like an amazing character. Thank you all for sharing your stories, so that all of us who couldn't be there, could get to know him through your eyes.
Mighty Hiker

Vancouver, B.C.
Oct 5, 2011 - 08:49pm PT
Hey, that's my photo!
Jim Brennan

Trad climber
Vancouver Canada
Oct 5, 2011 - 09:45pm PT
Sue me Anders... HAHAHAHA !

Social climber
Oct 6, 2011 - 01:16am PT


saskatchewan, canada
Aug 21, 2012 - 02:32am PT
hey everyone, every once in a while I check back and read through all you halarious/amazing stories. Thank you all for taking the time to type them out to share with all those who did and didnt know him. I would also like to inform those who care to know that he wouldve been a grandpa last september. We had a beautiful little girl. Too bad he never will get to meet her, but one day I will tell her about him. The good and the bad haha
Thanks again for all the stories!!(i will post this on my thread i started as well) Take Care all!!
Jim Brennan

Trad climber
Vancouver Canada
Feb 14, 2013 - 07:29pm PT
So up thread, I told the famous "2 horses on 2 horses" story.

Years after Daryl departed, I did a building in Ottawa, capital of Canada. So I went to see the sights, like the Parliament Building.

Life does imitate art and our special regard for the RCMP makes this pic I dug out today especially funny:

Credit: Jim Brennan

Gnome Ofthe Diabase

Out Of Bed
Dec 31, 2014 - 09:25am PT
peace for the new year!

Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
Dec 31, 2014 - 11:30am PT
Still one of the best threads ever to grace the taco. I can't believe it took two years to get the first eight posts. Ahhh, the taco of yesteryear eh?

Tami and Perry for the win with their close to the heart posts.

Daryl's memorial was held atop the Chief on a windy, cold September day a few years ago. Daryl died when he fell from a large arbutus tree; he had been offered some cash to rescue a cat. Daryl was 49 when he died.
Daryl's life was hard. Very hard. It was not a life anybody would willingly desire.
He did indeed learn how to climb in jail - at Haney Correctional just east of Vancouver. A "hoods-in-the-woods" type program. Daryl was heroin addicted at age 15. That might have been why he was "snatching purses". But I never heard that story. It was junk that got him landed in jail at such a young age. HE said he hated jail & did not ever want to go back.
He took to climbing like a fish to water and did some very hard walls early on. He, along with three others, did the 2nd ascent of the P.O. Wall. He was "asked to leave America" around 1979 and not return for seven years. He did indeed pass as "Doug Fir" or "Jack Pine" ..the funniest was "Man Zanita"...but , eventually the Yanx caught up with him and he was sent north of 49. It was very very hard on him to be not allowed back to Yosemite.
He did some major hard walls in Squamish. He was also an excellent free climber. Unfortunately his addictions devastated his life & he was largely out of climbing by the mid-80's.
Daryl was THE inspiration for my generation of Squamish climbers. ( we followed Sutton&Burton & Gordie Smaill & crew ). Daryl's sayings : "beer-loads, pipe-loads, any kinda loads at all" among others.....and his memorable trip to Yosemite that ended at Stoney Ck ( 2 km S of where we were all camped ) with gear & campin' equipment scattered across Hwy99 epitomised the wild and hard life that .......none of us wanted to or could have emulated.....but that he really had not much of a choice with.
As we scattered his ashes into the winds that blunt and bitter day, we remembered that most of us had barely expected Daryl to reach 30 nevermind 49. We passed the "talking stick" ( a battered Chouinard hammer that had belonged to Daryl with notches on the shaft for the grade VI's he'd done ) and we told stories to each other ( there were about 35 of us ). Took some pix and wept for the lost life of a gifted athlete who really wasnt given much of a chance to achieve the greatness that , in a different set of life circumstances, would have been his to enjoy.

Dec 31, 2014 - 11:56am PT
I remember Bachar hiring Daryl to steal the fixed lines we had on the Nose for some hollywood feature film.

LOL we get to the base that morning and everything is gone, ha ha ha.

"WTF man, where's our sh!t" we say.

We figured it out pretty quick and got our ropes back from Daryl.

We never ever mentioned Daryl's name or Bachar's to the boss.

We were way too scared he'd kill them both.

Too funny ......
Norman Claude

Dec 31, 2014 - 01:18pm PT
Devis are in the details of the last posted photo. That looks like Fred East lighting up. Bill Nickel at the wheel and the fire extinguisher at Daryl's feet to put out the inevitable flame.

Fondest memory was boat racing the canucks, Hatten, Sutton, and Burton at the TM Grill picnic table. The Americans, Fiddler, Keating, and Mayfield were about to lose the race when Mayfield decided to blow his beer and lunch onto the Canadian crew.

A very appreciative crowd loved Peter's lunge for the finish line. Roy I believe sounded the starting gun.

For those of you unfamiliar with boat racing it consisted of drinking beer loads, as relay teams. Very intimidating to be sitting across the table facing down what had to be the finest crew assembled from the great white north.
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