Climbing Guidebook Collection Being Sold

As the dog returneth to it's own vomit......we return to our guidebooks;.......they are our binky, our passifiers, our baby blankets......they hold our hand through the storms of life. They represent the past, present, and future. Guidebooks can make America great again. Those who have lost or misplaced their favorite and precious guidebook know exactly what I am taking about. To some they seem only as paper and bindings. But we know better. Those who have woke up at night sleeping at the base of some 2,000 foot unknown adventure, looming in the darkness as a massive shape of wonderment, admiration, and anticipation;......best check the guidebook one more time with the headlamp and look at the various pitches for the hundredth time;....like a child looks at wrapped presents at Xmas time. (and yeah;....it's OK to rip that page out of the guidebook and bring it on the climb;...you can tape it back in the book later...don't want to screw up the climb because you don't have the info...such guidebooks wear the scars of real use, real adventure, and pay for themselves tenfold)......and some rainy damp evening, when you are sitting by the fireplace all warm and cozy and safe, you can get out that old Yosemite guidebook, that red rocks guide, or that Canyonlands guidebook, and see the wear and tear of many of your life's greatest adventures represented in the dirty, torn, weathered and worn guidebook, a sense of pride and honor will well up in your bosom and a smile comes over your face as to say........job well done. (This does not apply to millennials who take pictures of guidebook pages with their phones to bring on climbs or get their "guidebook" fixes off internet "guides"......or ...worse yet.....take pictures of other older real climber's guidebooks so they don't have to support guidebook authors with their purchases.)

Some High Sierra Guides including 1st and later printings.

For wild and rugged grandeur the Kings River Canyon region of the Sierra Nevada has no peer. A mighty panorama, beginning at the wandering streams, sweeping up the terrifying gorges past jagged spires, and culminating in towering granite peaks presents itself to the adventurer. It is indeed an awe inspiring sight to break out of the pine forest onto the rim of Tehipite Valley and gaze across at the opposite mountain wall, fantastically cut up into multiple flying turrets soaring in the blue haze. The great river, four thousand feet below, sends its dull roar echoing about the valley.

Hervey Voge, 1954