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Tami

Social climber
Vancouver, Canada
Topic Author's Original Post - Dec 2, 2008 - 03:01pm PT
Now 'struth as I remember it..... and being in possession of the physically younger of our two brains... I believe myself. Then again I could be delusional.

It was the Coast Range, summer of 1988. We were spozed to fly from Campbell River to an unnamed beach in Bute Inlet( Its a Bute ) near where the Southgate River flows into the sea, hike from the kelp beds, John Clarke/John Baldwin style to the col between Superb and Sir Frances Drake. There were some fine plums to pick.

It stormed. Big surprise. To quote the aforementioned (and sadly now passed) John Clarke " The Coast Range is rugged, remote and very very wet " . Yes it is. It really really is. Despite being high summer it rained for a couple of days.

So we hung out in Campbell River twiddling our thumbs and getting bored and burning through our days. And hung. And then we got a small break in the weather. Down a few days, we decided to chopper in rather then fly fixed-wing. In this way we would make up the days lost to storm.
It also meant we didn't have to do The Unholy Mother of All Thrashes - which is what the kelp beds to tree line entails. And the last detail - We were spared about 4,000' vertical in just a few miles.

And then again we weren't, for after a magnificent flight by the Swiss pilot Reto right to the col and toeing in to the big scree on one side and us tumbling out the doors and onto the skids, commando style , it closed back in again for a couple of more days. As tho to tell us we had been bad children for missing the Thrash of Many Shrubs Bushes And Trees.

And poor, poor Nikki.

Nikki, one of the five on the trip, had eaten some chicken à la bacteria during our wait in Campbell River and, as we hunkered down in our polyester fortresses, she had to make regular forays into the blowing rain for Major Nastiness.

Meanwhile, I shared a tent with Don S and the Ghost, David. I was the youngest and held the tent position most downstream. I had a spanky new sleeping bag made of fibrefil. It was soaking wet on the outside but miraculously dry within. Our possessions bobbed around us in the lake inside the tent ( not that there was much space for this bobbing what with the three of us crammed in there ). Using my trusty 2-cup cup I kept bailing the lake so we didn't truely live in a lake.

Now the entire point of the story was the utterly fantastic red underwear. I imagine your own imaginations have now run rampant - hoping for some wild antics with two fellas and a girl and some vibrant red lacy peek-a-boo garment meant for one gender but worn by another. Then again you know it was a raging summer storm and, despite being tentbound and running out of subjects to talk about we didn't turn to playing semi-erotic games like "worms". Nor did someone magically produce a pair of Victoria's Secret specials with pulleys and cleats and interesting rigging we could, uhhh, play with.

No, I believe the excitement generated by David's Most Famous Red Underwear simply was that eventually the storm clouds parted, summer sunshine shone ....and David had something DRY to wear and this item of clothing was a pair of red mysteryfabric longjohns.

Part two of this story is, of course, the terrifying flight we had out of the inlet after we hiked down to the logging camp but that is thread drift. This story was about David's wonderful red longjohns which were...............dry.


Brick

Social climber
SF, CA
Dec 2, 2008 - 03:13pm PT
Great story. Wetness abounded.

Now, where are those photos of Tami in her underwear?
Tami

Social climber
Vancouver, Canada
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 2, 2008 - 03:27pm PT
It was David's underwear. And I wasn't about to try'em on ( after four days of inclement weather a gonchie-swap isn't quite what cranks my tractor )

ANd, gratefully, David didn't have his camera with him the night I was jumping on the trampoline. There were no knickers at all that night but minus 10 degrees C and a trampoline covered in snow and a hot tub with a whisky bottle floatin' 'round innit to jump into after the trampolinin' had been done.

I have luckily missed quite a few camera ops.
Ghost

climber
A long way from where I started
Dec 2, 2008 - 03:28pm PT
Now, where are those photos of Tami in her underwear?

Oh, I have those. But as long as Tami keeps up her payments they won't appear here. (Actually, I think one of them did appear in Climbing twelve or fifteen years ago...)

As to her story, well, what you've got to remember is that it is her story. Which isn't to say that parts of it might not be true.

I'll try to find some of the pictures -- no, not those pictures -- and post them in the next few days because, underwear and wetness and such aside, it was a mighty fine trip. The summit of Mt. Sir Frances Drake may be the finest viewpoint in the entire coast range. The view is more or less straight down 9,000 ft to Bute Inlet, then straight back up 13,000+ ft to the summit of Mt. Waddington.

D
MH2

climber
Dec 2, 2008 - 03:59pm PT

A kind of, well, non-climactic story.

But extremely well told.

Red: sexually arousing...and dry!
Mighty Hiker

Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
Dec 2, 2008 - 04:20pm PT
Well, it's maybe a little out of place. And I was planning to add it to the "Climbing at Squamish in the 1970s" thread, as another people photo. But here is Ghost, all ready for nighty night, on the northeast buttress of Slesse in 1982. Apparently committing heresy, or at least un-Canadian behaviour, in that his undies are blue, not red. Some sort of political statement, probably.



Canadians and their Stanfields have a long history. Stanfields as in Stanfield's underwear, a large manufacturer once based in Nova Scotia. Flannel long johns. Red flannel long johns. Monty Python's lumberjacks. And all sorts of other unmentionables - part of the Canadian psyche. If you let us get away with it, we'll take over SuperTopo with discussions of the relative merits of various styles and brands.

It should not surprise any of you to learn that Robert Stanfield was premier of Nova Scotia during the 1960s, and leader of the federal Conservatives from 1968 - 76. One of the better prime ministers that Canada never had, though he came very close in 1972. A nice, witty fellow - and the owner of Stanfield's underwear. The US elects presidents with robber baron parents (Kennedy). We elect underwear kings.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Stanfield

So, given this whole underwear legacy, is it any wonder we're now trying to introduce a little bit more excitement into our national life?
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/02/world/americas/02canada.html?em
Tami

Social climber
Vancouver, Canada
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 2, 2008 - 04:34pm PT
Now Anders, be careful of political hijacks. The Yanx did that the last few months and we thumbed our noses and blew raspberries. I daresay a few folks would like to see our GG, Michaelle Jean, in her red scanties....which qualifies as NOT thread drift but inserts a political , uh, bend into things...

Digressions aside, lets get back on topic which is David's red underwear. Yes I bet they were Stanfields.

I preferred the union-suit tho' they were cotton. Wore those treeplanting. Out in the Coast Range I had those polypro Stink-A-Lots which collected and amplified the most bilious of vile smells that after only a coupl'a hours wear could gag a wolverine.
Mighty Hiker

Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
Dec 2, 2008 - 05:34pm PT
If we post a bunch of pictures of Canadians in underwear we'll probably get banned. Especially if it's red underwear. Though given the thread title, it was a bit disappointing that none have been posted so far.

Sarah Palin may not know much, but I bet she knows a thing or two about long underwear.
Brian in SLC

Social climber
Salt Lake City, UT
Dec 2, 2008 - 06:02pm PT
Ok, then, here's one Canadian in his underwear, surrounded by folks from "the colonies"...

We'd been tag teamin' a party of two up the East Ridge of Logan in '95. Plenty of jokes about claiming campsites in the name of this and that. Beat up by storms pretty good, for a good number of days.

Somewheres around day 20 or so, one of the Canadian kids (worked for MEC I seem to recall) stripped down in the sunlight of the first nice weather we'd had in a long spell. Then we all stripped down to our one piece underwear suits. Only to discover that they all were pretty much the same style and color. Got a laugh.



Lone Canook just left of center (and photo taken by his partner).

A few more days of joking about Doug and Bob McKenzie and the weather turned south and our new found friends from the north country bailed, while we of bigger packs (and more food and fuel) struggled on...

I think I still have the note they left on a wand for us somewheres...

Anyhoo, that's the sum total of my pictures of Canadians in their underwear...uhh, unless I can find the shots of those two gals from the Isle of Lesbos in the loft of the Conrad Kain hut in the Bugaboos...

Cheers,

-Brian in SLC
SteveW

Trad climber
The state of confusion
Dec 2, 2008 - 06:07pm PT
Heck, MH, if it were the right sex (not male), I'd love to
see some cutie Canadian lasses in their red undies!!!!














This statement hasn't been approved by Locker--don't get him
started here!!!!
Oplopanax

Mountain climber
The Deep Woods
Dec 2, 2008 - 06:23pm PT
What's all this Coast Range b.s.?

The Coast Range is in Oregon/California

The Coast Mountains are in BC.

No one ever calls the Rocky Mountains the "Rocky Range" now, do they?
Captain...or Skully

Social climber
Where are YOU from?
Dec 2, 2008 - 06:26pm PT
At least knot when soberrrrrrr,.
Mighty Hiker

Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
Dec 2, 2008 - 06:27pm PT
No, ever since the truth in advertising people got involved we've called them the Rubbly Range, aka the Rubblies.
Ghost

climber
A long way from where I started
Dec 2, 2008 - 06:44pm PT
What's all this Coast Range b.s.?
The Coast Range is in Oregon/California
The Coast Mountains are in BC.
No one ever calls the Rocky Mountains the "Rocky Range" now, do they?


No, and no one ever calls BC's Coast Mountains the Coast Mountains, either. Whatever their technical name, they have always been known, and ever shall be known, as The Coast Range. (With optional emphasis on THE, to indicate their obvious superiority to the junkpiles in OR/CA)

D
Jim E

climber
Dec 2, 2008 - 09:41pm PT
Awesome. Simply awesome.

I'd like some more please, Tami.
Mimi

climber
Dec 2, 2008 - 10:23pm PT
Fantastic story, Tami. More please. I can smell the kelp.

David, having met you up here at the crags makes this even better. What a fun trip!
Mighty Hiker

Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
Dec 2, 2008 - 10:45pm PT
I have right here in my hot little hand a copy of "A Climber's Guide to the COASTAL Ranges of British Columbia", written by Dick Culbert (and Glenn Woodsworth), and published in 1964/65. (Emphasis mine.) As both of them became professional geologists, and are mountaineers/explorers who named their fair share of things, and as Glenn was later on the Canadian Permanent Committee on Geographical Names, I'd guess they know a bit about toponymy. If they say "Coastal Ranges", good enough for me.

In fact, I have two copies - Roy G, a lurker, recently donated another to me. The first was from my father, so I'll keep it. The second may go to help the Access Society here with fundraising.
Crag Q

Trad climber
Louisville, Colorado
Dec 2, 2008 - 10:57pm PT
Tami is the most hilarious person in the entire universe. Thank you!
Jim E

climber
Dec 3, 2008 - 01:28am PT
bump for Tami's awesome writing
Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Dec 3, 2008 - 02:11am PT
great thread... but what is it about Canada and underwear?


my good buddy Mike at the trailhead for the Bugaboos in 1993, on the way out.

As you might notice, he's only wearing his long underwear. This is after a night of rainfall of truly biblical proportions, which we had avoided by an early alpine start and a quick trip up and back from Bugaboo Spire. We hit the tent at about the same time the drizzle started. Snug and warm, we cooked dinner in the vestibule of the tent after which we surrendered to sleep.

Sometime during the night I realized that the tent floor was showing signs of buoyancy, the bit of rock we were camped on (with a layer of sand between us and the granite) had filled up, as it were.

We slept in and the next morning was sunny. "What should we climb today?" was answered by the first of a series of avalanches coming off the peaks. It had rained a lot, and the mountains were "out of condition."

So we decided to bail for the Tetons.

On our hike out, it was misty wet. Hey, this whole area is a "temperate rainforest." At some point, we were wet inside and out, and getting warm with the hiking and the loss of altitude. We decided to strip down to our synthetic underwear.

You can see it was somewhat of a muddy mess. We got down to the road head just as a Canadian family drove up, ma, pa, the kids... and the first thing they get to see is a couple of Yanks hiking out of the woods in nothing but their skivvies (should that be synthies?).

They were in the process of packing up and leaving in that picture, not having been there longer than 15 minutes. It seemed a long way to drive for such a short visit. I have always felt a twinge of guilt at the thought that our appearance might have offended them, they being Canadian would never have been inhospitable to us.
Ghost

climber
A long way from where I started
Dec 3, 2008 - 02:35am PT
More please. I can smell the kelp.

Okay, a few more tidbits. But first, you have to understand the background, so you'll know that the real surprise of the whole trip wasn't what Tami and Nikki got up to in the tents (which, if you knew them, wouldn't really be that surprising), but that I didn't die on the approach.

The whole thing happened a little over four years after my first son was born (followed very quickly by number two). During that four years, I didn't really sleep, and climbing was something I got to do for a few hours every couple of months. When the chance to get into the mountains for a couple of weeks came up, I just jumped on it without really thinking about what I was getting into. Which was to take the ferry across to Vancouver Island, drive up to Campbell River, and throw two week’s gear and supplies into a float plane, which would then fly up up up until one of us could boot all the stuff out an open door and onto a glacier below Mt. Sir Frances Drake. The plane would then return to CR where we would all hop in and fly across the inlet to a logging camp on the mainland side. At the logging camp’s dock we’d shoulder packs with minimal bivi gear and a couple of days worth of food, and head uphill to where we hoped to find the airdrop. Or whatever of the airdrop had been left to us by the wolverines and ravens.

It sounds all romantic and quaintly adventurous, in an alpine sort of way, but… well… See, most of you don't really know Tami, although you’re familiar with her work. And probably only a handful of you know Don Serl and Greg Foweraker, and I’d be surprised if any of you know Nikki. But they were all super athletes. All legs and lungs, and all at the top of their physical games. Gods walking the earth. Well, okay, Tami had short legs, and couldn’t go as fast as the rest of them, but nonetheless she’d done something more in the last four years than change diapers and drink.

And most of you don’t know the Coast Range, either. You think a couple of hours on a forest trail followed by a couple of thousand feet of scrambling is A Serious Approach. F*#k that. Our airdrop, assuming we could find it, would be at about 7,500 ft, and we would be starting our hike to it on a dock at sea level. We hoped there would be logging roads to 2,000 ft, but after that it was 5,500 ft of steep coastal jungle. Four years of whiskey and diapers was not adequate preparation.

Fortunately, although the weather in Campbell River was pretty good, the mountains on the mainland were socked in with cloud, and our pilot said that while he could probably get his plane, and our gear, up there somewhere, there wasn’t much chance that we’d be able to see the glacier, let alone be able to make a pinpoint airdrop. So, as Tami said, we hung out, talked, screwed the pooch, and Nikki ingested unfriendly microbes. Everyone else fumed at the delay, but I was just thankful that my death had been postponed, and pushed the idea that while our original plan looked unworkable, we could still salvage the trip by ferrying both us and our gear up there by helicopter. It would, of course, grieve me to miss out on the wonderful alpine experience of doing it in the classic kelp-bed-to-summit style, but…

So Reto Glass did his alpine version of “dropping the grunts into the jungle clearing.” It’s scary, watching the tips of the blades just inches from rock walls on either side, but oh my, that man could fly. And we only had to walk a few feet to a nice rocky bench to set up camp. I think he even scared himself though, because he landed well out on the glacier when he brought Don, Greg, and Nikki up in his second trip.

That night the weather went to sh#t, and although Greg and Nikki had started in one tent (them being a couple), Nikki’s worsening condition, and summer-weight sleeping bag, soon had us change things so that she was wedged tightly between Tami and I – Don and Greg being far too tall to sleep on the outside in any three-person combination. (And of course, Tami and I were definitely the hottest, but we didn’t want to make a big thing of that.) There was something of a side-to-side slope in the tent, so Tami, having a synthetic-fill bag, got the low side. She makes light of it all, and now claims that her bag only got wet on the outside, but I was there, and I know she got pretty thoroughly soaked. But it saved Nikki's ass.

As to the rest of it, well, the weather eventually turned back to summer and there were glorious summits, new routes, goats doing interesting things, fabulous views, and, on the hike out, when I pitched head first into a hole in the forest floor, a lot of comments about “if we don’t pull him out, I wonder if his legs will just wave around like that forever,” and “Haw haw, those red long johns sure do look funny upside down.”

And of course there was the final sting in the tail when the floatplane pilot who picked us up at the logging camp made a major mistake. Not getting off the deck in big waves at 100 mph is something very few people live to talk about afterward.

D
MH2

climber
Dec 3, 2008 - 02:12pm PT

I just knew there was another layer to that Ghost handle.
Oplopanax

Mountain climber
The Deep Woods
Dec 3, 2008 - 03:31pm PT
"Coastal Ranges" is technically valid for the time it was used - but does not correspond with official naming policy and has not since the mid 1970s. In Canada we use a four-part naming heirarchy for groups of mountains - an individual mountain or peak is within a range, which is within a set of ranges, which is within an area of mountains. All of which together form the Cordillera. For instance - Skihist Mountain in the Cantilver Range in the Lillooet Ranges of the Coast Mountains, which is part of the Pacific Cordillera. To call the Coast Mountains "the Coast Range" is to trivialize them. All of which has nothing to do with underwear, but whatever.

As a former journal editor, though, I thought you had to be up on geographic nuances like that Ghost?
Tami

Social climber
Vancouver, Canada
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 3, 2008 - 03:46pm PT
Oplopanax take a Zanax so you aren't horridus.

The coastal mountains of BC have always been known to me as the Coast Range. My parents called'em that. All my friends call 'em that. In Washington state they're the Cascades and those soggydoggy mtns on the Olympic peninsula are the Olympics. On really sparkly days in Vancouver you can see far in the distance clouds lurking atop the Olympics. It rains more there then it does in Tofino.
Oregon is only a place for garnering speeding tickets and one Mt Hood where teenagers seem to go to die slow lingering deaths from hypothermia. These are then written up in condensed form in Readers Digest.
Oh, and here we call the Rockies the Rotties or, as Anders pointed out, the Rubblies. Take yer frikkin' helmet already.

But I digress.

David and I both made mention of the flight outta there.

It was the scariest ride I've ever had in a small fixed wing aircraft. I've had more hairball rides in helos and a ride once on an L-1011 that made me kiss the ground when we disembarked but the ride outta Bute Inlet that sharp afternoon was a slam banger.
We had descended the hulking shoulder of trees from our last bivi around treeline to arrive at the upper edge of the cutblocks around noon. It was an easy cruise to the floating logging camp where the surprised summer attendant ( the woods were closed for fire season ) graciously shared his pot of stew with the five smelly mountaineers. We also had showers there - yey! - and Don used the phone to call in a flight to get us back to Campbell River.
Summer afternoons on the big inlets of BC often receive strong winds with a big chop on the water. This was one such afternoon and by around four p/m when the Beaver arrived to fetch us the pilot was already cussing he should have just left us till later when the winds would have dropped.

We piled into the aircraft. Nikki and I were in the very back scrunched into the two little rear seats. Our big packs we perched on our knees. Greg and David were next in and Don sat up front next to the pilot. We bid a fond adieu to the very kind logging camp attendant.
The plane taxied out into the chop and the pilot powered up the engines. We took off into that strong headwind gaining speed which immediately took on a very frightening slamming as the pontoons of the aircraft pounded into the two-foot chop. As the speed increased it seemed the entire airframe would be beaten apart.
As David said, not getting off the deck was not a happy time.

But worse was to come.

The pilot turned a one-eighty to taxi up the inlet. He said he could possibly lift off if we were out of the chop. With a tailwind and a high center of gravity and now on a following sea, we were not in a good position and....the aircraft broached.......turning sideways as it slid off a wave. The pilot was swearing out loud now wishing on his mother's grave ( was she even dead ? Dunno. ) that he hadn't made this trip. Don turned to us in the back and gave a sick grin that said "Ohfucckkk". There was a sticky silence among the rest of us passengers. Even the blackflies what had boarded with us were saying little blackfly prayers.
Nik turned to me and said "You know if we go over you and I are last out, eh." and the weight of my backpack seemed to double.

I think we taxied for nearly an hour. Forty minutes? It was a long time. We rounded Purcell point and found slightly less chop on the water but an obligatory diagonal take off which took much longer for the aircraft to achieve lift off the water. I can tell you I never felt such great relief as when those pontoons cleared the water.

But we were not quite done.

As we flew into The Spit at Campbell River, where the seaplanes land, some foolish yob in a small boat was in the landing zone. Over the loud hailer the pilot gave full vent to his fear with major spleen...
" GET THE F*#K OUT OF THE WAY "
...as he came in for his final approach. You never saw a boat move so fast. I think that fisherman figgered he was gonna be torn a new arsehole by a Beaver if he didn't skedaddle.



MH2

climber
Dec 3, 2008 - 05:36pm PT

Tami is a great writer.
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Dec 27, 2008 - 08:49pm PT
I second those sentiments.....Great story. A crisp change of clothes in froggy weather can be miraculous.

I spent a lot of time in Salt Lake City in the early eighties skiing and came to know about the sacred undergarments that local piety required from the faithful. I was so taken with the whole concept that a sacred undergarment party ensued the very next weekend with next to nude mandatory. A fine hedonistic time was had by all!
Tami

Social climber
Vancouver, Canada
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 27, 2008 - 10:04pm PT
Many thanks to MH2 and Steve for your kind words. Apologies to MH2 for takin' so dang long in responding. December was NUTTY. And it HAZZNT STOPPED being nutty.
MH2

climber
Dec 27, 2008 - 10:14pm PT

Tami is a nice apologizer for apologizing for not responding to a simple declarative sentence.

If I had a time machine I would use it to skip past parts of December.
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Oct 29, 2009 - 10:16pm PT
Tami Bump!
MisterE

Trad climber
Canoga Bark! CA
Oct 29, 2009 - 10:49pm PT
When I was growing up in the PNW, we all wore the wool "union suits".

Mine were gray, though....
Mighty Hiker

climber
Vancouver, B.C. Small wall climber.
Oct 29, 2009 - 10:52pm PT
After all this, still no photo of the red underwear, with or without their seasonal occupant.
MisterE

Trad climber
Canoga Bark! CA
Oct 29, 2009 - 10:55pm PT
Is this it?

http://www.supertopo.com/inc/photo_view.php?dpid=PjM5OD84Jikk

No, wait. Dammit!
Mighty Hiker

climber
Vancouver, B.C. Small wall climber.
Oct 29, 2009 - 11:21pm PT
Success! Including photos of the aforementioned unmentionables.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/759442/The_definitive_Canadian_climbing_underwear_thread
Pate

Trad climber
?
Oct 29, 2009 - 11:27pm PT
Using my trusty 2-cup cup I kept bailing

that's good stuff.
Bldrjac

Ice climber
Boulder
Oct 30, 2009 - 12:05am PT
Why are there so many threads mentioning Tami's underwear??

Very nice writing, Tami!! Now how about some cartoons, eh?

Captain...or Skully

Social climber
Idaho, also. Sorta, kinda mostly, Yeah.
Oct 30, 2009 - 12:15am PT
They're Ghost's Utterly Fantastic Red Underwears, Dammit!
It's in the Title.

There were some pics, somewhere.........
http://supertopo.com/climbers-forum/759442/The_definitive_Canadian_climbing_underwear_thread

Ah, There it is!
MisterE

Trad climber
Canoga Bark! CA
Oct 30, 2009 - 01:28am PT
I was wrong - that's no union suit!

D'oh!
Tami

Social climber
Vancouver, Canada
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 30, 2009 - 02:48am PT
You fekkers want my cartoons you gotta buy my books !!! HAHAAH !!!!!


My UNION SUIT was , ahhh, WHITE.........until it was NO LONGER WHITE but a lighter shade of pale.... :-D

BUY MY FEKKIN BOOKS YOU BASTARDS !!!

hAHAHAAhahaha!!!!
Mungeclimber

Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
Oct 30, 2009 - 03:38am PT
already did, trying to replace my old book. hasn't arrived yet. frickin amazon.



holy crap, those are really red Ghost.
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Oct 30, 2009 - 02:07pm PT
A bit of PH obscurity to match the aforementioned coloration...

If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed

BUY HER FEKKIN' BOOKS Y'ALL!!!!
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Jul 10, 2010 - 11:37am PT
Button up that fiery red ass flap, Bump!
BooDawg

Social climber
Paradise Island
Jul 11, 2010 - 02:01pm PT
Thanks, Steve, for bumping this thread; it's probably the funniest dialogue of any thread I've seen here on the Taco. And it's not complete without its complementary thread:

http://supertopo.com/climbers-forum/759442/The_definitive_Canadian_climbing_underwear_thread

Thanks to all who contributed to these threads; you've made my morning...

Ken
Wayno

Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
Jul 11, 2010 - 02:59pm PT
It's a Northwest thing, Ken. We like to have too much fun. The weather makes you silly.
Tami

Social climber
Canada
Topic Author's Reply - Jul 11, 2010 - 03:01pm PT
THe weather makes YOU silly, silly :-)


I'm quite normal really.










No, really.
Wayno

Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
Jul 11, 2010 - 03:20pm PT
Normal for a silly person...

I like the weather here and I like silly also. I even cultivate silly. Well, someday perhaps.
BooDawg

Social climber
Paradise Island
Jul 11, 2010 - 06:27pm PT
To each his/her own regarding the weather (and everything else!). It DOES SEEM that you PNW folks are a bit modest, considering the titles of these 2 threads and that there wasn't much in the way of "fantastic red underwear" photos on either thread. So I thought I'd contribute some local color from my swim this morning...

BooDawg preparing to sample the water near his home.
BooDawg preparing to sample the water near his home.
Credit: BooDawg
Tami

Social climber
Canada
Topic Author's Reply - Jul 11, 2010 - 11:31pm PT
Boo - You swine!!! That swimmin' looks FABULOUS. Tho' I have to say we might be able to get into the drink this week without massive shrinkage (the males of the species ) or turning into something with 2,002 goosebumps ( the females of the species ).

It's been a Long Time since I was swimming in seawater I'd describe as "warm" . 'Bout 23 years I think :-O
BooDawg

Social climber
Paradise Island
Jul 12, 2010 - 12:47am PT
We have something in common then, Tami; it’s been more than 23 years since I swam in any water that I’d consider really cold. But I do remember one snowstorm in the Valley during the late 60’s when maybe ten of us (some of whom post on ST!) had a mescalade party and were running around the woods and meadows. At one point we came down to the river and, buzzing and sweating on the extra vibes & energy, we got naked and dove into the river, just as some rafts of snow came floating down! Talk about SHRINKAGE AND GOOSEBUMPS! Somehow the COLD didn’t really register on our bodies, but we still had sense enough to know that we needed to get dry and warm soon. Ahhh! The wildness of youth! The Taco helps bring back the memories…

I like silly too!

Anyone got a guess about how cold the water in Puget Sound might be when I arrive in Seattle in mid-August?
Mighty Hiker

climber
Vancouver, B.C.
Jul 12, 2010 - 12:49am PT
At your service. http://green.kingcounty.gov/swimbeach/
Tami

Social climber
Canada
Topic Author's Reply - Jul 12, 2010 - 01:02am PT
Just spoke to my mum who's been swimming in the saltchuck for the past few days. She said this weekend it was "mixed" meaning tolerable at high tide but, during neap tides - or at half-tide - will make your bits turn blue and fall off.

Dependin' on where you are in PS in Aug, it might be okay on the bits or you might wanna bring a net ( or Annette to keep you warm ) to pick up your frozen blue bits when they have fallen off.


Or something like that.
BooDawg

Social climber
Paradise Island
Jul 12, 2010 - 02:04am PT
Thanks Anders for the link to the swim opportunities in the Seattle area. I fished salmon during the summer of '83 out of Seattle (actually the fishing was in SE AK), and I remember Lake Washington was quite reasonable, even enjoyable, temperature wise...

Anders' map link reminds me that I have relatives who live on Mercer Island; I have fond memories of waterskiing there during the Seattle World's Fair, the year I climbed Mts. Rainier & St. Helens with my father and brother.

Tami, What is the "saltchuck," a river??? It sounds pretty cold in PS!

Maybe I'll just hold out for The Merced River between El Portal and Briceburg or even Tenaya Lake. Definitely Hot Creek or other hot springs on the Eastside... Looking forward to it all...

Ghost

climber
A long way from where I started
Jul 13, 2010 - 12:14am PT
Sh#t howdy! You go away from the retardnet for a couple of days and what do you find when you come back? Yer own goddam underwear being discussed in public.

Well, what the hell, if that's what turns you folks on, who am I to argue? Just make sure you wash the sheets afterward, and no one will care.

But I do feel another story coming on. Tami and I had more than one adventure, and if y'all are getting off on our underwear stories...
Captain...or Skully

Big Wall climber
Transporter Room 2
Jul 13, 2010 - 01:04am PT
As long as it's Utterly Fantastic, or Red, or both.
Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Jul 13, 2010 - 01:09am PT
Ghost's Red Sargeant Prestons beats Neutered Gingrich by at least a couple of stones.
nature

climber
Tucson, AZ
Jul 13, 2010 - 01:17am PT
I'm scared to ask.


but in the end I won't


Really....

I just don't wanna know the rules to "worms".
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
May 13, 2011 - 08:35pm PT
Fantastic Red Underbumpers...
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
May 14, 2011 - 08:56pm PT
And Exotic Overbloomers...
Captain...or Skully

climber
or some such
May 15, 2011 - 12:34pm PT
Utterly Fantastic.
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Mar 31, 2013 - 03:36pm PT
Resurrect the Union Suit of Red!

Here's one for the shiny cog at Pigeon Point, hard at it at home and in need of distraction. Wave the red flag...
Captain...or Skully

climber
Mar 31, 2013 - 07:07pm PT
BumpWorthy. OMG, yes.
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Jan 4, 2014 - 08:34pm PT
Three Alarm Bump!
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Jun 15, 2014 - 01:21pm PT
Everyone down the Pole...
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