I met Chris (as she introduced herself) skiing at Crystal last winter. She was so humble that I didn't know who she was until we left the lodge and my buddy said, "You know that was Christine Boskoff, right?"
Better to live fully and die doing what we love, but better yet to go at a ripe old age. Be safe out there folks.
Damn, I was really hoping this would turn out alright!
I'm truly sorry for the families and friends of these two amazing people. They will be deeply missed. At least there's some closure now and it is a huge relief that they found them and can presumably piece together what happened. I was worried that they might never be found and that would've been even worse.
A nice thought, Mimi, that at least there is some closure. If there is any consolation, perhaps it is in that the bodies can be returned to their families. After following the Hood rescue attempt concurrently with Charlie's, I'm out of energy. A long year for climbing indeed, and it seemed to worsen exponentially.
Like many others I have been following this tread daily hoping and praying for a better turn out. I am deeply saddened by the news and my deepest condolences to all his friends and family. My the love of the mountain find peace in your heart.
Amazing, five years now since I got the call from Joel.
I visited him recently in Norwood and we drove by Charlie's place (now owned by his absentee sister).
I remember hoping that word would not reach Kyle whose condition was grave, but no such luck. Kyle lingered on for years. They soon started cutting pieces off of him.
On the same recent trip I drove past Kyle's address.
The house that was "climbing central" for years in Moab, where we partied, where we had slide shows outside using the textured stucco wall of the Bowdin Motel as a screen, where we did lapidary work, where we made music in the basement, where we planned our next adventure or de-racked from the last,........ is gone.
It's sad. Though I wouldn't make a pimple on Charlie's butt as a climber,
he was always a true gentleman with me. Didn't put people down, was always
positive, no bragging. One of the old DC gang, I was lucky to
And talk about influence! A tidbit of information Charlie passed me after one of his Tibet trips set me on the trail of the story of what would evolve into China's Wings, a project that dominated my life for eight years.
Lots of us miss him. I really regret not taking Charlie up on his offer to do a trip to Tibet with him in the late '90s, but I was too focused on Patagonia and Alaska. I was always seduced by the tremendous edge there is in the repeat trip. I figured there was time to go with him once I'd gotten a few more projects out of my head.