Here's one of the whole crew. Johnson Pass is 26 miles. We did about 8 miles a day and spent two nights out. The little ones humped their own loads!!
Survival, Jill, Amber, Layton the little, Megan, Justin
Well, I've probably posted these before, but its nice to review them as he is right now focusing on being able to put some weight on his shattered femur in 3 weeks. Thankfully, expectations are for a full recovery.
Ok...trying this again...my son topping out on Hobbit book TM yosemite
oh and another thing...thanks Largo for finding out how to do this stuff without my daughter here to help...I feel like I just topped out on something too.
JL's last pic is esp good: "You're not looking at my beautiful daughter with lust in your heart, are you, punk?"
Great to see all your offspring doing things in the out-of-doors. Keep it up and maybe we won't be so screwed up in the future.
Dale (edit: not a procreater)
Hello everybody, sorry so late to the show, but my daddy's been busy working and missed this post the first go around. I'm my parents first kid! I turned 1 yrs. old last Sunday, November 9th. I've had a great first year, my daddy takes me on lots of adventures. No climbing yet, but my daddy promises he'll show me "The Way" to complete and utter blissfulness someday soon, whatever that means?! Thx. for letting me post my pictures, you all seem like very nice people, maybe someday we can get together and I can play and climb with your kids...bye bye!
I think this is one of the best posts that I have run across...when all else seems to be going in the wrong direction we post pic and moments that we are well proud of...we should be remembering more of these moments....thanks Survival for making the move!!
Ha hahaha! That's good Phil.
I hope all is well for you and the munchlings.
I'm still sorry we had to blast out of your place so fast on the last day. I hope we can rope up when I drag my family up there sometime.
Hey burt, I love the balance shot- I got a ton of them of my kids all over the west but when an old computer crashed we lost them. Still have a video of hanging my daughter upside3 down and swinging her into a standing position.
good place to post this adventure, although we're all four years older.
nice little family climb, but this family likes to sleep late and we didn't quite make the rim by dark. nice cellphone contact with mom down below from that little ledge, nice mild august night, a little family spooning.
nick was especially mad about my insisting that he use his souvenir college newspaper for insulating when he began shivering, but they supplied another copy when they learned the whole story. nick was also ticked about not getting back down for a promised sit-down dinner at the ahwahnee. nick now lives in manhattan--but we get along great.
This thread rocks!
Sully what gets me is how much Natalie and Hannah look so much alike from certain angles even though Hannah is half Chinese! I think the Anderson nose pokes it's way right the through the double helices.
Kevin, do you play piano for the young ballerina's practice!
Leggs, I gave Nat a skateboard about that same age, but it never really took off...
Great genes, Everybody!
my dear makalu turns six,
this child is as durable as they come,
if a train were to run into her she'd call it a massage.
whats she so excieted upon?
the treasures in ma nature's purse.
meanwhile, as we've no power,
paps is cooking dinner in the woodstove.
then we attended our own dream,
as them kids grow all around im left standing unmoved though astounded
time's reference fades
and i cannot pray tell if what has happened is not the
exact same circumstance as all that might transpire.
im still in my being.
the world upon me is dynamic and explosive.
i feel a confluence of nevers upon me.
so im crooked a little,
shouldering all these pasts and futures.
the ponderables and the confusions (confusions echo)
consumate in me brain, and a reality is borne.
it is as though i am the now.
f*#kin cliche as it is,
littered with wee-passive voices.
not mine voice it was arrested long ago.
too many infractions upon infrastructures.
silence is my statement.
Our daughter Meaghan recently took a position teaching middle school math at the Denver School of Science and Technology. My wife and I took her out a few weeks back to help her look for apartments.
But first, we did a little X-C skiing with cousin Audrey outside the Indian Peaks Wilderness.
Then Meg and her mom performed an interpretive dance on-stage at Red Rocks.
Following the apartment search, we drove down to Colorado Springs.
Touristas de la poseurs.
Meaghan and Karol mug for the camera.
Meaghan and Karol
While in the springs, Meg had work to do. She was Co-Head Judge for the USA Climbing Adult Bouldering Nationals.
Judges, scorekeepers, route setters, oh my!
As soon as she wraps up teaching this year in Bridgeport, CT, Meg will drive out to Denver to begin teaching summer school and work on developing her lesson plans for the 2012/13 school year. The little brat actually beat us in moving out to Colorado.
Please, dear God, let our house in New Hampshire sell this year...
This is my GREAT niece, Chelsea (aka Chelly). . . she's on a full cheerleading scholarship. Personally, I don't think the world takes cheerleaders seriously. She (and her fellow hard bodies) have MAD athletic skills.
Here's a shot from a couple of weeks ago of my son, Joe, sitting on top of a 150' concrete silo in Kentucky, where he's doing a 9 month stint as ranch hand, chef, and inn-keeper. Pretty dang proud of him.
EDIT: With a big thanks to my wife who had these 3 babies for me via 100% natural childbirth, no hospital, no drugs, then helped me put all three through good clean private schools. I've been a very lucky man.
Last Weekend...a special father/son experience...we left the car at 6:30am, stood on top of East Buttress of Middle at 8:30am, did it in 3 pitches, simul-climbed to the base of the bolt ladder, slowed down to both free it, then simul-climbed to the top. Then made our way down the gulley, took a hard right and went up the Northeast Buttress of Higher, topping out at 3:30pm. We were pretty tired at the end of that, 24 pitches of super quality, and some gully mileage...Awesome Day!
I will have to get off my as* and post up my daughters, age 20 and 21.
As Largo said in one post, how could I have sired such beautiful kids?
There seem to be more girls than boys this is true of my climbing partners kids as well.
Locker: I actually laughed out loud at that one. And the ginsu knives a while back.
Im with Troutboy...for the time being. I wanna have kids someday and should get on with it...Im 38. Still, I felt a bit bored earlier today (too hot to climb on black basalt) but then I thought if I had kids sure I wouldnt be bored but I love the freedom.
D Well has no kids, is married to another climber, and went to the winds with his wife...pretty freakin cool if you ask me.
Weeg? I appreciate the "art" of that pic of your naked daughters but this is the retardnet & I think it's inappropriate to have posted that particular shot. Consider that ANYBODY could be ogling that shot.
Do you want creepy whackoffs jerking off to that picture ?
On the topic of genes, my sister sent off a DNA sample and they sent back a list of what geographic region our ancestors were from. I assume it is fairly accurate on the big numbers, but on the tiny costituents it is small.
We are part jewish. I thought Jewish was a religion and not a race.
Someday I'll get around to scanning photo's of my ancestors. I have a photo of my great,great, grandparents which would knock the socks off any other photo showing toughness.
He was born in 1799, in PEI Canada, they were both around 100, when the photo was taken--talk about tough people!
^^^^^oh she's so lovely, Sully. I'm facing that passport-in-hand at the end of the month when Alex leaves for Germany for 6 months of study. I'm really starting to feel the ache of what it will be like with him so far away.
Today my Dad's 91st birthday falls on Thanksgiving…and the synchronicity does not go unnoticed by me. My Dad was/is part of the Greatest Generation. He served his country well after graduation from the Naval Academy. He lost his beloved younger brother in WWII. He buried his 27 year old wife and was left with 3 children under the age of 7. My two older brothers and I were raised by him when the word "Single Parent" didn't really exist. Barely 15 years after losing our Mom he buried my oldest brother, a Vietnam casualty. He never remarried until we had all graduated from high school. When I asked him "why", he said he saw our Mom's face when he looked at each of us. When we were little he would take us fishing. I hated the slimy feel of putting the worm on the hook. He or my brothers would bait my hook. Finally one day he said if I wanted to go fishing I needed to bait my own hook. That metaphor has stuck with me for my whole life as guidance for being independent and the importance of making our own way.
Last year after a colonoscopy the doctor said to him "everything is fine, see you in 10 years". Ya know, I think it could happen….even though he's 3000 miles away I just can't conceive of knowing he isn't on the other end of a phone call.