on a some what obscure thread about poodles,
the Reason for putting the word 'poodle' in the names' of climbs;
( Flufffy -needs a leash , Fluffy Gone ! I told you so Fluffy needed a leash),
Yeah Randy, the social and cultural landscape that flourished in Josh from the early 70's to the mid-80's was an apex of SoCal climbing culture -- it was striking and vibrant in every respect, from the the striking level of boldness and vision and creativity and expertise in the climbing and bouldering, to the barely-in-control party scene that hummed during the week and then wildly spiked on the weekends, and the sheer scope and complexity of the loosely interwoven tribes and clans and cliques that taken together represented an astonishing concentration of climbing talent -- somebody should write a book, because it was a brief, intense, and truly unique flash that came and went so fast that it took some scenesters years to figure out that the bloom had fallen from the flower. I'm just now getting some perspective, given that 30 years or so have passed by the by. It was definately a one-time event, and if you were there you should consider yourself lucky. It was like a private Burning Man for climbers that lasted for ten straight years. Not bad for a sandbox full of chossy pebbles and blobs of petrified oatmeal.
^^^ That photo of the Wolfe guide brought back so many memories I went to amazon and ordered one used. I threw my Wolfe guide away when Vogel's purple guide came out. Won't be the same as mine, but what the hey.