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Dancing beneath a Full Moon on the Edge of Forever
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Jul 30, 2008 - 02:05pm PT
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Good one, Ron...sax with a cabbage.
I also liked the wet sleeping bag story...I wonder if that gal ever went camping again.
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SamRoberts
climber
Bay Area
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Jul 30, 2008 - 03:01pm PT
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In the late 70's me, Mark Bowling and Dave Katz (I think) got a hold of some 'shrooms and were laying back on some boulders watching meteor showers in Hidden Valley CG. The soundtrack to that psychedelic night was Bachar's sax riffs echoing off the crags. Pure magic!
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Largo
Sport climber
Venice, Ca
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 30, 2008 - 03:55pm PT
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Keep 'em comming, boys. We're almost there.
JL
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bvb
Social climber
flagstaff arizona
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Jul 30, 2008 - 04:32pm PT
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oh, for sure. you gotta have vision, man. you gotta have vision.
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Jefe'
Boulder climber
Bishop
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Jul 30, 2008 - 06:41pm PT
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The first time Richard and I took Tobin bouldering at Baldy, he wasn't able to get up anything. Then he finds this boulder at the bottom end that's on top of the dirt bank that has a five foot finger crack, he climbs up the dirt, then fires the crack. It's amazing that Tobin just couldn't do face moves on boulders.
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Tahoe climber
Trad climber
a dark-green forester out west
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Jul 30, 2008 - 09:29pm PT
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Sax and bearded cabbage has GOT to be a euphamism for something.
And if its' not, it should be.
TC
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Lynne Leichtfuss
Social climber
valley center, ca
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Jul 30, 2008 - 09:34pm PT
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Anastasia, you're right and he is honest...or at least honestly funny.
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steelmnkey
climber
Vision man...ya gotta have vision...
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Jul 30, 2008 - 10:23pm PT
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Seems like all you'd need to do is head over to the Fish compound with a case of greenies and a tape recorder and you'd fill out a couple chapters...
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pyro
Big Wall climber
Calabasas
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Jul 30, 2008 - 11:06pm PT
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John Long~
Jimmy called it right..
Why don't you talk about the things that the local Santa Susana Cafe Climbers are talking about, "HOW DANGEROUS CLIMBING IS". (like the lady who was climbing the Sehara terror and got hit by a" hockey puck "size rock and it severed her arm off, in thirty seconds she bled to death and how the Boyfriend had to get himself off the wall.
Better yet, talk about how many kinds of territorial climbing gangs are out there (esp as Stone Masters?). You guys can be tough and you only respect the real beta add least that what it felt like
as a spectator, I want to see climbers as "full on risk takers" ,so Pipe dreams can be scary. Tell us all!
Have fun writting a Book.
Ryan M
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nb3000
Social climber
Oakland, CA.
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Jul 31, 2008 - 12:42am PT
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anything with big ass ghetto blaster radios
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Ken M
Mountain climber
Los Angeles, Ca
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Jul 31, 2008 - 12:44pm PT
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Largo, are you planning a book tour? I'm sure it would be fanatically popular. I do occasional talks for A-16, in SoCal, and would be happy to pitch it to them......
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TwistedCrank
climber
Ideeho
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Jul 31, 2008 - 01:10pm PT
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I heard once that the author of the book once flattened several hundred beer bottle caps with his thumb and forefinger.
True or not, it does make for delightful fodder at your next cocktail party.
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looking sketchy there...
Social climber
Latitute 33
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Jul 31, 2008 - 03:02pm PT
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Funny how the stories get bigger as time passes. Russ, it wasn't 29 Palms, but Jumbo Rocks...
By the mid 1970s, HVCG was full of climbers. These weren't your affluent climbers of today, but young guys (and a few gals) mostly driving beat up cars and sleeping in the dirt.
A bunch of us "B-Team" climbers -- we were in no way cool enough to be part of the Stonemasters – noticed how the large motor homes would regularly cruise around Hidden Valley CG vainly seeking an empty campsite.
Perhaps it was Dave Evans or Matt Cox that hit upon the brilliant idea of hitching a ride around the campground loop on these slow moving beasts. The ever present ladder on the back of the Bagos presented an easy place to hang.
This of course proved to be great sport. And as climbers are want, the ease of catching a ride only emboldened us. It wasn't long before someone climbed to the top of a Bago, and "surfed" around for all to see. Occasionally, this growing lack of discretion lead to irate drivers yelling at a climber who beat a hasty retreat.
This was still the era of swami belts. Belay seats -- commonly called butt bags -- were the solution for hanging belays. They also were an obviously more comfortable and hands free way to dangle off the back of the Bago. So equiped, someone we knew had taken the Bago thing to the next step and ridden all the way to Echo Rock before disembarking. Of course, the temptation to outdo this feat was simply irresistible. I set my sights on Ryan Campground.
It seemed logical that any Bago cruising HVCG would then proceed to Ryan in search of the elusive empty campsite. With a butt bag, sling and carabiner I stalked a likely lumbering Bago and latched on as it exited Hidden Valley. I set up my hanging belay, settled in and enjoyed the view.
As we approached Ryan, I prepared my exit. Unfortunately, the Bago had other ideas and without slowing in the slightest continued east on the main road. Soon Saddle Rocks and Hall of Horrors whizzed by, followed by Sheep Pass. I was getting worried, but figured that they surely were going to stop at Jumbo.
This assumption was also wrong. As we rumbled past the entrance to Jumbo, I had visions of Des Moines, Iowa being our next stop. I was getting off. But at 30+ mph it was too dangerous to simply leap off. So, I removed my hanging set-up and began beating on the side of the Bago as hard as I could until the driver stopped to see what was causing the racket. I jumped off and ran away.
It took a long time to get a ride back and even longer before I hitched another Bago ride.
DE and I later commemorated all these shenanigans with the route Ride A Wild Bago.
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marty(r)
climber
beneath the valley of ultravegans
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Jul 31, 2008 - 03:17pm PT
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If it exists, you must include a shot of Yabo or Tobin doing 'Superfly' with the full twist.
Another image, though totally created with words, is a story Mussy told about doing 'Great White Book' or 'Hermaphrodite Flake' way back when in full Hendrix gear with the Driver (or someone else.) Anyhow, along comes TM Herbert, forearms the size of tree trunks, with his date. As he passes TM says, "So, you rock and rollers?"
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bvb
Social climber
flagstaff arizona
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Jul 31, 2008 - 04:10pm PT
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it was tobin who first added the full twist to "superfly". not that yabo would have hesitated to do the same!
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L
climber
Dancing beneath a Full Moon on the Edge of Forever
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Jul 31, 2008 - 04:26pm PT
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Good story about the RV, RV.
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Lynne Leichtfuss
Social climber
valley center, ca
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Jul 31, 2008 - 04:53pm PT
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hey sketchy, there were some good stories about how much you all loved little yappy dogs....and how you expressed this love to the darling mutts..hehe
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bhilden
Trad climber
Mountain View, CA
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Jul 31, 2008 - 06:39pm PT
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John,
just back from the Tour de France and catching up. Here are
some of the more memorable ones from my prespective:
-tagging onto winnebagos from the Sunnyside gas station with
skateboards
-riding down from Tuolomne (well, where it is downhill all the
way) on skateboards.
-Jumping off the doubledecker natural gas bus while going over
the Merced River bridge and trying to hit the water and not the
bank.
-Darryl Hatten sneaking back into the Valley and climbing the
Nose under the alias Douglas Fir.
-rearranging the colored carpet squares in the old Yosemite
Mountain Room during the evening movie presentation to spell
"f*ck you".
-Bridwell, Bard, et. al. getting popped in 1974 for coming out
of the burned down Curry Mountain Shop after an unauthorized
fire sale.
-Alan Bard and Tom Carter water skiing behind Bard's orange Opel
in the 300 yards between trees on the side of Hiway 120 next to
Tenaya Lake.
Jet lag, more opefully later,
Bruce
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dee ee
Mountain climber
citizen of planet Earth
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Jul 31, 2008 - 10:34pm PT
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The first time I saw someone jump off the double decker into the Merced it was Rubidoux Jim Wilson. We set it up with Matt Cox casually walking out into the buses path to slow it down at the critical moment. He (Jim) launched from the upper deck and all of us cheered. Even the tourists were ready as he had to get up on the railing to make sure he could clear the bridge giving all passengers ample warning. It was perfectly executed.
ps. The Hidden Valley Bago riding is due for a resurgence!
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