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MisterE
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Topic Author's Original Post - Jun 27, 2013 - 09:51pm PT
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I was 6 years old, and Mom and I were doing fire lookout watch in the North Cascades at the Sauk Mountain Lookout.
Sadly, the lookout was burned by the Forest Service in 1991.
What were you doing?
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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Jun 27, 2013 - 09:56pm PT
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Loving a lot but not nearly enough......there must have been something in the air.
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HighTraverse
Trad climber
Bay Area
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Jun 27, 2013 - 10:51pm PT
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which specific summer was that?
I remember about a dozen in a row.
but of course Wikipedia has the answer:
Ed beat me to it
1967
No juicy stories to tell. The Nerd that was me had to endure one more summer before "getting it on".
So my (mis)adventures in the Summer Of Love must go unreported.
ahhh.....after dusting off the cobwebs I have a sweet recollection. I had fallen in Lust with a smart, pretty and very athletic young Colorado girl I had met through her parents (in SLC) and sailboat racing. We were exchanging "sweet" letters. Last time I saw her was during the Summer Of Love at her folks' house in SLC. Ahhhh well.......what might have been.
eeeegads I was such a NERD!!!
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and yes, I can still remember her clearly and her name (and her Dad and Mom's names)
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Jun 27, 2013 - 10:53pm PT
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I'll let you know
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Jun 27, 2013 - 10:57pm PT
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Still in high school. We spent most of our summers on Lake Erie. By that time it was horribly polluted...so my Dad would take us to spend a lot of time in the Adirondack mtns.
Susan
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Jun 27, 2013 - 11:09pm PT
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I was 13... in Claremont CA...
not much to tell
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Jun 27, 2013 - 11:16pm PT
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Summer of '67 I was nervously anticipating becoming a Midshipman in the fall.
Love? I had read about it, but it was strictly theoretical. I distinctly recall watching the news
of those weirdos in San Francisco interspersed with the unlovely footage from Nam.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Jun 27, 2013 - 11:17pm PT
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I miss the TMI thread
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Sir Donald
Trad climber
Denver, CO
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Jun 27, 2013 - 11:24pm PT
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I was just 15, my family had rented a cabin for the week at Redfish Lake Lodge in Idaho. I saw her on the first day there at the beach. WOW, I hadn't yet even gotten to 1st base, and already I was in love at first sight. She was two years older than me, staying with her family at the lodge. We said hello, the talked, then by day two we were splashing happily in the water. She told me of her life in Los Angeles, I bored her with my talk of cattle ranching. We went on long walks, laughed , flirted, then finally kissed. Then the night came, all the parents were drinking and playing a cribbage tournament, we snuck a bottle of Wild Turkey off to the beach with a blanket, and so began my ascent into manhood. I was lost, helpless, and eager. She was patient, caring, and horny. After several hours of fumbling and fun, my 2 hour attempt at the real deal had produced several $&@(%gasms for me, and finally a happy contented sigh from my blonde beautiful future wife. We strolled back to the cabins hand in hand, my crotch full of sand and chaffed skin, but I felt ten feet tall. On the last day there we shared another kiss and exchanged address and phone numbers, and I cried quietly under a towel in the back of the station wagon on the way home. I wrote over fifteen letters and called the wrong # she gave me 100 times, and my heart was broken. But that fall, I met Linda, from Algebra class, and Tracie Burnett ( you heart breaking bitch) was forgotten.
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MisterE
Social climber
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 27, 2013 - 11:27pm PT
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That's the stuff! Thanks, Sir Donald!
Who was around Haight-Ashbury? Gotta be someone...
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justthemaid
climber
Jim Henson's Basement
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Jun 27, 2013 - 11:28pm PT
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More like my dad's summer of love. .. I was just a twinkle in his eye at that point.
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crunch
Social climber
CO
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Jun 27, 2013 - 11:33pm PT
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Ha ha! I was 10 years old. Missed out.
But I hear things, along the way....it was, I hear tell, the last summer with legal LSD.....
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bvb
Social climber
flagstaff arizona
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Jun 27, 2013 - 11:43pm PT
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I was a 9 year old beach rat in Pacific Beach, San Diego. Me and my little crew of delinquents would rummage through trash cans in the alleys of Mission Beach looking for empty 7-Up and Coke bottles, then trade them in for the deposit to buy pennie candies at the 7-11 store by Crystal Pier, or get the 25 cent spaghetti dinner from the back window of Maynards, a long-gone PB biker bar right on the beachfront. Mitch Hull and I set a grassy field on fire and almost burned down Henry's Burgers on Garnet Street, Home Of The Texas Monster, an enormous 25 cent burger. We discovered shoplifting that summer and got pretty good at it. Lifted a lot of candy bars and baseball cards from the Rexall Drugstore in Pacific Plaza. Only got caught once. Saw 35 cent double features at the Roxy Theater. It was idyllic, in retrospect. I don't even recognize most of PB now. In any event, 4 years later I discovered pot, acid and climbing and life changed utterly and completely. There was no looking back, it was climbing climbing climbing 24/7.
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nita
Social climber
chica de chico, I don't claim to be a daisy.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 12:24am PT
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Playing in the creek at home, doing chores, 4H with my Lamb, riding my bike, dirt clod fights...
At Church camp.
Spending the month of August @ El Ofanato de Fe, en Mexico ..playing with kids while my parents volunteered their time.
yep, my love was.... summer vacation..
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Anastasia
climber
Home
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Jun 28, 2013 - 12:27am PT
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I didn't exist. My Dad was thinking about going back to Greece and getting a wife. He did good.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 12:49am PT
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I was in the Navy's Electronics School at TI, had guard duty every few nights, on the SF side, watching the Bay Bridge suffered no secret sampan attacks ALONE IN THE DARK and stoned on weed.
I went to the Mission District to score, not the Haight (too crowded); there was a commune that I "freak-wented."
Actually, this was NOT during the Summer of Love, but in the Autumn and the Winter of Love and the Spring Following said Summer of Love. I was in Boot Camp all summer, but came out with a bang by attending the Monterey Jazz Festival on the Sunday that Janis was there. It wasn't Monterey Pops, but just as cool.
Got my first joints from a fellow sailor who happened to be my Merced neighbor Larry who was stationed at DLI Monterey, this on a weekend we both happened to be in Merced and following basic at San Diego and before the jazz festival, which I attended with Larry. Once stationed at TI, I stayed high as much as possible.
I managed to see several good hallucinations on TI while tripping, also. Frank Zappa appeared one night, all of two feet tall. If you don't believe me, what can I tell you? The commercial potential of my convincing you of what I say is non-existent, while Frank lives on, Walter.
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Modesto Mutant
Trad climber
Santa Cruz, CA
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Jun 28, 2013 - 01:31am PT
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Yaz hit for the triple crown, Clemente led the NL in batting average and the Cards beat the Sox in the World Series. That's about all I remember.
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Todd Eastman
climber
Bellingham, WA
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Jun 28, 2013 - 01:46am PT
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I did some amazing hiking with my Dad in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and loved not being in Baltimore for a few weeks.
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Ghost
climber
A long way from where I started
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Jun 28, 2013 - 01:53am PT
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67? I think the Air Force had just come to the realization that I was maybe not potential High Command material, and I to the realization that maybe I would be happier guiding whitewater than bombing people I didn't know.
So we parted ways, and I picked up my paddle again and the Air Force did whatever it did.
And yes, there was love.
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Risk
Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
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Jun 28, 2013 - 02:46am PT
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I was ten years old and on the 4th of July I broke my big, middle knuckle whilst trying to give my buddy a hard fist to his back when he ducked and I hit his hard head instead. With a cast on for the rest of the summer, I couldn't swim, so I was relegated to the dry, hot banks of Fancher Creek on the outskirts of SE Fresno where all the teenagers and such were hanging out, swimming, smoking, and turning on. The AM radio was all anyone had in those days, and the anthem of the summer for the Fresno scene was definitely Golden Road, whose lyrics describe things as good as any.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Jun 28, 2013 - 02:56am PT
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I was eight farking years old. Who gives a shite?
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phylp
Trad climber
Millbrae, CA
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Jun 28, 2013 - 09:16am PT
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I was 15. A local church ran a "youth club" in the basement of their church and staffed it with students from the local college. So naturally, that being the 60s, a couple of my girlfriends started dating two of the college guys. Through whom we met some other college guys, one of whom became my boyfriend. They all had tenament apts, and we used to hang out and engage in various illicit activities under the glow of the blacklight posters.
My boyfriend was very sweet and never tried to "take advantage of me". He fell in love with me and insisted he wanted to come to my house to meet my Mom. There was a house rule that I couldn't date anyone over 18, so I told my Mom he was 18, which made her smile. My Mom was a wise women. When I broke up with him after a month, she even felt sorry for him because he was such a sweetheart.
Nights were spent listening to rock and roll albums - vinyl of course and getting stoned. Odd stoner games were invented. One of our favorites we called "cookie". Some one had tied a cookie in a baggie with a long string to the pull chain of a light fixture. We would sit around in a big circle and bat it around from person to person. It's amazing the things that can seem interesting when you're stoned.
In our town, this was just before the police fully understood the drug scene. We used to gather in a couple of public places in a group and pass joints around and were never even approached by the cops. They didn't yet know the smell of it. It was in one of these circles gatherings that I met my next boyfriend of that summer, I gorgeous black college student with a huge afro. This was still an explosive time for "interracial dating", a concept the current generation would find it hard to believe. Van and I were walking in our small town downtown holding hands one day when my Aunt saw me. She was horrified and told my dad who through me into a wall and beat me with a belt when I got home. But that wasn't the thing that caused me to break up with him. It was the three black chicks who cornered me in the bathroom of the youth club and put a knife to my belly and told me that I shouldn't be seeing a brother and that if it didn't stop I was going to regret it. I was just a love and peace hippie chick back then, so I was quite scared. But he was about to go back to college anyway so the time to say goodbye was right.
We were all so young and naive and didn't understand the danger of drugs. Later that winter, the police had caught up to the drug scene and they conducted a big nighttime "raid", in which a bunch of our college friends were arrested. It was front page news that day, with the list of different drugs that were siezed - pot, crystal, coke, acid, mescaline...
I was so frightened and upset (a couple of the guys ended up going to prison). My Mom was so loving and she said to me "Phyl, I can understand that it would be interesting to try these things to have these experiences, but if the drugs are illegal, how do you know they're not poisonous or that you're not going to have some really bad reaction?" And you know, I was so naive and trusting at that age that that had never even occurred to me.
So that's a small taste of it... Parts of it were great - being with a group of people where you felt like you belong, other people who were freaks like you were. And parts of it were not so great, like our friend who loved acid so much and took such massive doses that year, that he basically turned himself into a walking vegetable after a while - got to the point he needed to be cared for by his parents like a baby.
I don't miss those days.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 10:49am PT
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Cargman, you don't mind my pointing out you look ready to spring into, you know "the pose..."
And thanks, Phyl, for very real life.
Raise your hand if one of your psychedelic trips was a "bummer."
If your classmates have died of H overdosing.
If you ever found yourself wearing corduroy bell-bottoms. Jerry Coe gave me a pair his gal, Renee, had sewn for him, "just like Bridwell's," because he realilzed they looked, oh, "stupid," I suppose. This cord cloth was not quite cord, but thick and nappy, a real Flashin' Statement. I lived in Berkeley by then, or I may/would have felt stupid wearing them myself anyplace but in Berkeley!
If you ever drank Romilar or similar OTC drugs. When we got busted here for the first time, we had several empties of cough syrup lying around and a very few empty beer cans in the old abandoned garage with the mattresses and no lights (our hang on Olive, out past all the houses, and we called it the 17 Acres). It was one of our Merced police force's first efforts at curtailing imminent widespread youth drug abuse, too, apparently. One detective wanted to know who was our "guide." This was on my semester break, home from ST. Mary's, in February, 1967. Of course I was a college drop-out. I was cool and so were my friends back then.
"I don't remember any guide, Detective; I didn't even read the instructions on the bottles," is not good interrogation manners.
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steve shea
climber
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Jun 28, 2013 - 12:16pm PT
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I was living in Boulder. Just out of DU and climbing daily. We had a house on the hill, on 10th st, and the odor of weed and patchouli was omnipresent. Boulder was a crossroads for hipsters going east and west. I knew some who survived by driving over the Kansas border to pick wild weed in the roadside ditches then selling it in Boulder. Our house was filled with folks coming and going. It was one big party. It was hot so we climbed in Estes most of the time. In August we, Chris Landry, climbed the Diamond. Our first wall. Aid, pitons, belay seats the whole deal. We actually practiced for a bivy on Lumpy Ridge. We did not know WTF we were doing. We went up about one pitch and spent the night in slings just to get our sh#t in a pile. We did bivy one night on the route on the Diamond. At summer's end the fun was over. I was out of academic deferments and volunteered for the US Army...
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HighTraverse
Trad climber
Bay Area
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Jun 28, 2013 - 12:50pm PT
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For a few of my friends their "summer of love" was in 'Nam. In '67-68 all of my friends came back in one piece.....physically.....not so together mentally (Mike Brown comes to mind).
Later, a couple of my friends came back in body bags.
A few of my friends went on Mormon missions to escape the draft (automatic 2 year deferment), one was run over by a tractor in a farm field in Iowa (oh the irony).
For the rest of us it was taking a quick break from university, making a few $$ at a summer job, being sure we went back to university in September to maintain our draft deferments (also to get an education).
Not a lot of stoned dancing in the park in SLC in '67
I caught up in '69 when after the Kent State massacre I started rebelling against The War and doing draft counseling.
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phylp
Trad climber
Millbrae, CA
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Jun 28, 2013 - 12:57pm PT
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If you ever drank Romilar or similar OTC drugs
Mouse, I had forgotten that! Back when it had codeine in it OTC!
And lots of pharmaceutical quality qualuudes floating around then, before the DEA started requiring the drug companies to keep records of where they were going, kind of like the do now with pseudofed.
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Clint Cummins
Trad climber
SF Bay area, CA
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Jun 28, 2013 - 01:34pm PT
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Our family hiking trip that summer was from Holden (Lake Chelan) to Suiattle Pass (near Mt. Baker).
We caught a lot of rainbow trout at the first lake and fried them up in corn meal and butter for breakfast.
We visited Upper Lyman Lake and it had firm but slippery mud in the bottom, so it was fun to run and then slide along the mud on your feet.
Later my dad got the standard shots of Mt. Baker reflected in Image Lake.
Bonanza Peak was often visible; my dad and I got around to climbing that 20 years later with my fiance (now wife) and her dad.
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ydpl8s
Trad climber
Santa Monica, California
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Jun 28, 2013 - 02:10pm PT
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The Letter - Windy - Light My Fire - Happy Together - Groovin - Respect - Incense and Peppermint - Ruby Tuesday - All You Need is Love - Brown Eyed Girl - Whiter Shade of Pale - Carrie Ann - San Francisco - White Rabbit - I Can See for Miles
I was 13, these songs are soldered into my brain. My friends older hippie brother got us some black Lebanese, fell hard for sweet Linda (14 yr old). Loss of innocence and cynisism started.
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bvb
Social climber
flagstaff arizona
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Jun 28, 2013 - 02:20pm PT
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That's an awesome list of songs. I know every one by heart.
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Jun 28, 2013 - 03:09pm PT
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Oh yeah, some memories come floating back. I remember visiting my brother who was in college and there were all these flowery art posters in a lot of the dorm rooms that were depicting a stylized number "69". I recall asking my brother what was all this "69" stuff? I don't recall ever getting an answer but a couple years later I do remember having an "aha" moment when I did learn what it meant. And of course I went "ewwww...I'll never do that...that's sick".
Susan
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TWP
Trad climber
Mancos, CO
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Jun 28, 2013 - 04:27pm PT
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Summer of '67: Two Episodes
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Living in Tempe, AZ at the time, my parents sent me to a Quaker camp for one week at near Shaver Lake, California. I rode over with Jaime, an older, college-aged Quaker who was actively working as a draft counselor to help people get any deferment possible, but the logical deferment for a Quaker was "conscientious objector." "C-O" I was born into Quakerism so I could make a plausible claim for C-O status if I played my cards right. Jaime coached me, indoctrinated me, counseled me, etc. the whole ride over to California and Shaver Lake (two days).
At camp I ran into other young Quakers from southern California. They created quite a conundrum for the older Quakers running the camp. The young Qs were ultra-liberal, pot smoking, acid dropping, sex-drugs-and-rock-and-roll teenagers. The older Qs were conscientious, pacifist, and politically liberal BUT socially and economically conservative. The impasse between the generations was "resolved" by day three when the "worst" of the young partying Quakers were sent home early by the elders who asserted their authority and ended the chaos.
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Later that summer I did have a "life changing" experience when my Mother - who decided her pacifist Quaker son nonetheless needed to be toughened up - sent me to a 26-day Colorado Outward Bound course. My instructor was John Evans (several Yosemite first ascents, plus Vincent Massif in Antarctica). John was inspiring, with the physique of a Greek God. COBS did the trick and I learned patience in the face of pain and suffering. I also got pleasure from physical activity and decided I liked outdoor stuff, climbing, etc.
So '67 was The Summer of "Tough Love" for me.
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Gary
Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
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Jun 28, 2013 - 05:18pm PT
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Dr.Sprock
Boulder climber
I'm James Brown, Bi-atch!
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Jun 28, 2013 - 06:37pm PT
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i was reading Confessions of an Opium Eater back then,
missed Cream and Hendrix because parents did not want me smoking weed, a lot of good that did,
hey, what happened to all the Weed threads?
must have been during the goody goody era we just suffered thru,
here ya go, Opium Eaters in audio book form>
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nII7PGvZm04
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Licky
Mountain climber
California
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Jun 28, 2013 - 07:15pm PT
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I graduated from HS in Palo Alto in '67. We spent the summer driving up to San Fran, parking our car a few blocks from Haight/Ashbary so no one would know that we were weekend hippies. When we ran out of money, food, and smoke we'd head back down to the safety of mom and dad to resupply. Lots of nights at the Filmore laying on the floor watching the ceiling spin.
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MisterE
Social climber
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 28, 2013 - 08:29pm PT
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Great stories, everyone - Thanks!
Gary, that is a powerful image.
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jopay
climber
so.il
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Jun 28, 2013 - 08:56pm PT
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Gary, thank you for your service.I too was serving, the first part of the year I was finishing up missile school at Ft Bliss, Texas then in my first permanent duty station in Maryland where I swam in the ocean for the first time, enjoyed a crab bake,and took a wild boat ride on Chesapeake Bay. Then later in the summer I came on orders for Germany, my time in Germany could be a great short story, all the while a large number of my generation were dying in a far away place, I've never forgot that and though I served where they put me I think often of those who served in Southeast Asia.
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S.Leeper
Social climber
somewhere that doesnt have anything over 90'
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Jun 28, 2013 - 08:57pm PT
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2 years old...don't remember.
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Magic Ed
Trad climber
Nuevo Leon, Mexico
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Jun 29, 2013 - 02:39pm PT
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Summer of '67. I had just graduated from high school and was spending my last summer at home with my folks in Mexico City. Working at a radio production studio and reading in the papers about a huge hippie gathering in Woodstock, NY before moving to Boulder in the Fall.
Now the Summer of '68, I could tell you some stories!!
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splitter
Trad climber
SoCal Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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Jun 29, 2013 - 05:12pm PT
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...25 cent spaghetti dinners from the back window of Maynards Wow, i remember that place well. In fact, it saved my sorry ass that very summer '67 (i had just finished my junior year in HS).
My folks had gone back east to Canada for a month at the start of summer and left me in charge of the hacienda. And when they got back i had quit my job and wouldn't get a haircut. My pop gave me 1 week to do both. But, when a week came and went and then two, i figured he was gonna cut me (total beach/surf bum) some slack. Boy did i guess wrong. I came home one evening after a long day at the beach and all hell broke loose. Never saw him so pissed-off before or since. He kicked my sorry butt out before dinner that night. Probably one of the best things that ever happened to me (one of those essential life lessons learned the hard way). I was totally broke and had only the cloths on my back (& my surfboard). Slept in the bushes at Sunset Cliffs the first night, and was to hungry to even think about surfing the next morning. So I hid my board and hitched to MB (Mission Beach) and scored a job with this construction crew framing an apartment complex. The boss d00d had me humping & hanging beams all day (hard & heavy work, especially on an empty stomach). Wouldn't give me a red cent until payday...that's where Maynards came in, btw! I had just turned 18 at the start of summer, but still had my senior year in HS ahead of me, so i still had a student deferment (S1/cuz the draft was in full effect). But, it became fairly clear very quick that i wasn't gonna be able to return to school at the end of summer and still support myself. And therefore, I would'a been nabbed by Uncle Sam...like pronto. Fortunately, near the end of summer, i got word through the grapevine that i was welcome back home if i had plans to return to school (it was either that or Nam). I was a very compliant and happy camper after that.
edit: i also had a lot more respect for my father. he had gotten a similar eviction notice and got booted with only the cloths on his back and zero funds (except a one way train ticket to Toronto, which was 1,000 mi away) from his father on the eve of his 14th birthday...and never looked (or went) back home for many years after that. when he arrived in Toronto, he said he walked all day and night until he got out into the country and took a job on a farm (only kind of work he new other than fishing) until winter set in. he than jumped a train/crossed the border and followed the yellow brick road to NYCNY/Hell's Kitchen and began an apprenticeship as a carpenter at the ripe old age of 14 y.o.! that was in 1917 (he was born in Sept '03)!
Just saying that the whole 'summer of love' generation had it pretty damn easy with a primary focus on 'tuning in, turning on & dropping out' which equated to love beads, panhandling, scoring 'free love'/sex, cheap dope and and thinking you were cooler than sh#t in the process. but it was 'the greatest generation' that paved the way for all of our excesses...and we thought that they were fools. wudeVah...
Twistedcrank - sorry to hear about that. i got a bad case of acne, that was fortunately limited to my back, at around 19-20 y.o.! had to take tetracycline (an antibiotic). 3 purple and yellow capsules 3x a day. i went surfing one morning, when i was 21, with just board, full wetsuit, dog and 3 capsules of tetracycline in a baggy with a few raisins to help stomach them. 6 days later they dropped all charges and cut me loose (six days in felony/G-tank in county jail) after the results came back that it wasn't speed (or whatever other street drug they were sure that it was). i walked all the way home (about 5 miles) in my wetsuit (full suit) and barefeet, nothing else. there was a notice in my mailbox from the dog pound that they were going to put my dog down the morning before. i rushed down to the shelter first thing in the morning and was extremely relieved to find out they had postponed his execution until that morning...talk about close calls.
Locker - "I was 12" - my nephew was 12 the first time he took "acid". i was 19 and it was the following summer '68 (actually it was a horse cap of mescaline/about the size of yer thumb to the 1st knuckle). one and only time...although i have to admit, it was a "blast" to say the least. plus, as i was told, most people have/had a "blast" when they wisely split a horse cap, but i was greedy, lol! btw, the OP, as he has testified, has you beat by 4 years, since he 1st dropped at the "wise old age" of 8 y.o!
EDIT: talk about lame cops, as soon as he saw the three purple and yellow caps he didn't ask me a thing about them and just stuck them in his pocket. but, he must have asked me at least a half a dozen times, "Are you sure these raisins aren't spiked?" i new that no matter what i told him or how many times i let him see my back, that i was going for a ride, etc! btw, sorry about the thread drift.
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TwistedCrank
climber
Dingleberry Gulch, Ideeho
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Jun 29, 2013 - 05:23pm PT
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I was seven years old and my swimsuit gave me hives at summer camp. It was the first of a never-ending string of skin related issues.
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Risk
Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
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Jun 29, 2013 - 06:02pm PT
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on the way to Half Dome
At Disneyland with Harpole on my 10th BD, 1967
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 07:24pm PT
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A brief note on the Music and the Brothers of Merced...circa S.O.L.
The sign reads: “The Nimitz Freeway was started in 1966. Original lineup (l. to r.): Ken McCall, (vocalist and harmonica); Danny Perryman (lead guitar), Vern Trinidad (drums), Pat Mercer (guitar), and Bob Caywood (bass). They played with Van Morrison, the lead vocalist of Them in Modesto in 1966 that was promoted by Vince Lavery. The Nimitz Freeway went to San Fracidco and stayed with the Grateful Dead in the Haight-Ashbury in 1967. After the Nimitz Freeway and the Grateful Dead got arrested in October 1967 for possession of a small amount of marijuana, the Nimitz Freeway dissolved. Upon returning to Merced, Ken McCall helped to form Crazy Horse in late 1967.”
*Not Neil Young’s Crazy Horse, who go back lots earlier and wear funny clothes like mucklucks. No, these cats were more like surf wannabes converted to hippy musicians who really enjoyed the hell out of wearing jams and huaraches just the year before!
http://mercedmusic.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/crazy-horse/
They just couldn’t get enough of Stephen Stills, either; for what it’s worth, Throwpie knows more than I.
Cha-cha-cha!
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go-B
climber
Hebrews 1:3
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Jun 29, 2013 - 07:49pm PT
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Gary
Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 08:20pm PT
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Gary, that is a powerful image.
Isn't it? That's a terrific photo.
No need to thank me for my service. In 1974 I was prepared to go to prison for resisting the draft. That seemed the only honorable way to handle the situation to me. I was a big Henry David Thoreau fan.
Luck for me, it didn't come down to that. My draft got canceled after they drew the numbers.
In 1967 I was a dumb 11 year-old hillbilly splashing up and down creeks in Southwest Indiana. As far as I knew the world was nothing but cornfields.
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tom Carter
Social climber
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Jun 29, 2013 - 11:36pm PT
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Anyone remember the Flaming Groovies???
Nice list of songs!!!
Yes it was a remarkable summer - I was 15.....
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Was living in Berkeley. Studying hard. Occasional trips to San Francisco for music and to check it out. Actually realized I was in love for the first time.
Got any spare change?
There were some other things happening.
Marriage of Eldridge and Kathllen
technically, 1963 but 1967 nonetheless
ditto 1968
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Hardman Knott
Gym climber
Muir Woods National Monument, Mill Valley, Ca
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Who was around Haight-Ashbury? Gotta be someone...
Didn't see this thread till late last night...
I too was 6 years old, and we lived in The Haight (3rd SF house I grew up in; moved there in March 1967). Saw Jimi Hendrix play in the Panhandle of Golden Gate Park two blocks below Haight (as well as many other bands during that time), although it wasn't till many years later I realized who it was. I mainly remember that his hands were HUGE, and that he looked unlike anyone I had ever seen, with his bright clothes and wild hair.
One thing that really stands out about that Summer was all the Hare Krishna's everywhere, with their bright orange robes and shaved heads with ponytails in the back. There were lots of large "Have a Nice Day" stickers with smily faces. Incense burning everywhere. One day there was a makeshift cardboard house set up in the Panhandle with holes in it. People would stick a body part into a hole and it was come out painted by the people inside. I got my arms painted, and when I arrived home my dad was KNOTT pleased (yes, I had walked there alone; back then kids could still Trick or Treat unsupervised on Halloween - the horror!).
By late Summer / Fall the party was definitely over. It was shortly after that Haight St was a bit of a ghetto, and when I first remember seeing security grates over shop windows.
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jgill
Boulder climber
Colorado
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At the age of thirty, I packed up everything we owned in my VW bus, and my wife and two-year old daughter and I left Kentucky for new lives in Colorado. I've been here ever since and never regretted it. As we drove the empty miles across the midwest I would glance up above my shoulder to where Pam lay on top of everything, fascinated by the oncoming road. At one point we spotted what looked like giant toadstools standing off the highway - they were public showers just opened off the interstate. We stopped and showered, never seeing another car or another person. Hard to imagine now.
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