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Topic Author's Original Post - Jul 26, 2005 - 09:30pm PT
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While I was climbing, my old widow woman went to the store. Brought me a jar of pickled pig's feet. First time we went to Yosemite together, I recall watching some Hell's Angels across the road. One of them was gnawing gristle from a jar of pig's feet while a girl with purple hair groomed his mane. There was lots of parking.
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Ed Hartouni
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Livermore, CA
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Jul 27, 2005 - 12:25am PT
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I worked at Alpenlite in 1969, 1970, 1971?? something like that... in Claremont with Donny Chambers, Wilber Greg and my boss Jerry Lawrence (?)... those were the days. I remember working late one night with KPPC on the radio, late night FM radio, and Frank Zappa's "Mud Shark" album being played... Jerry comes over at some point and asks "can they play that on the radio?". Times have changed.
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Watusi
Social climber
Joshua Tree, CA
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Jul 28, 2005 - 12:33am PT
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My most memorable times in the valley were when I was a youth in my teens (maybe '75)...I was fifteen, just gearing up for my first Captain attempt and I was in C4 and happened upon a group having (what appeared to be) a happy time at camp. After weaseling my way closer I spied some of my ultimate heroes...Jim Bridwell, John Long, Werner Braun, John Bachar, Ron Kauk, Dale Bard and a host of others, of which my memory fails me at this time. I was so nervous that I couldn't approach...I'll always remember those times in the valley, where your idols were always close at hand!
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rockermike
Mountain climber
Berkeley
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Jul 28, 2005 - 11:08am PT
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1977, Spring break from university, group of 14 students came down from Portland for two weeks of climbing. Arrived late in night and next morning my regular partner and myself casually head up Royal Arches to warm up. Of couse the longest climb we had ever done in Oregon was maybe 3 pitches so we didn't really have a concept of 19 pitches. Anyway, long lunch break, my buddy had to stop to smoke something every few pitches. Slow party in front of us (yes, line even back then) and next thing we knew the sun was setting. Did the rotten log at dusk and the final traversing pitch in the pitch black (5.4 my ass we said, of course we were probably off route?) made it up to clump of boulders and trees near Washington column before single flashlight went out. Built big fire in cave and shivered all night as temps fell to freezing. I think I had flannel shirt and jeans. What a great way to wake up to yosemite. Gave up on my old stiff blue RRs and bought my first EBs. When the crowd went back to Portland I decided to stay in valley. They all pitched in to my climbing fund in the form of $15 worth of empty beer cans. That kept me there about a month. Didn't get back to school to finish my degree for 10 years. great memories.
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arete
Trad climber
Estes Park, Colorado
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Jul 28, 2005 - 02:28pm PT
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I was visiting by buddies Blitzo and Charlene in one of the Pines campgrounds once. On one side they were flanked by some old moms and pops in huge RV's and on the other side was Robbie Lescher and another friend of Berzerko Bob Williams. There we were just quietly partying and we hear this loud raunchy singing in the distance, we look and lo, here comes Bezerko Bob. As soon as he notices that he has our attention, he whips around, pulls his pants down and gives us the full spread cheek moon. Several jaws dropped in the momNpop campsite and after choking for a few minutes, we went on quietly partying.
Another Bob story: I was in the old Awahnee Sweet Shop once with some friends. Bezerko comes in and sits down at the table next to us. The Jerk comes over and Bob orders 2 banana splits, asking the Jerk to stagger their delivery so he can scarf one before the next one arrives. The Jerk delivers split one and Bob devours it in about 2 minutes flat. When the second one arrives, he turns it upside down and puts it on top of his head. There he sits for about 10 minutes with a silly grin while melted ice cream, chocolate syrup and sprinkles run down his face into his shirt. Finally the Jerk goes and gets the manager who walks over and asks Bob to leave.
True stories -- I swear on a stack of Darwin's "Origin of Species"
And if you think that's crazy -- I did the big stone with Bezerko Bob -- TWICE!
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Wrathchild
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Jul 28, 2005 - 02:34pm PT
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I remember going to the valley and finding a parking space...
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arete
Trad climber
Estes Park, Colorado
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Jul 28, 2005 - 02:37pm PT
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Wrathchild
WOW, did you bump into Chief Tenaya when you were there?
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Wrathchild
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Jul 28, 2005 - 02:52pm PT
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Ah, the Chief, I knew him well.
We complained when the OE went up to $0.06 a can. Then that kid Muir started hanging around. Yup, good times.
Then some chump started drilling up Half Dome and we all complained about a loss of ethics...
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 28, 2005 - 03:17pm PT
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If My honeycombed memory serves me correct, this picture was made in Yosemite in 1955. Legend has it the friendly guy in the background was raised in a cave by bears. With a shave and haircut he cleaned up pretty nicely. I understand he is still a well respected denizen of the valley and posts on this forum when the urge strikes him.
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
one pass away from the big ditch
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Jul 29, 2005 - 01:59am PT
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I think my first Valley climb may have been Pine Line, if it wasn't it doesn't matter. The main thing was the immensity of the rock as it towered over my puny little attempt to move up 50' feet of it's surface. I was humbled and graced.
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Gunkie
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Jul 29, 2005 - 10:06am PT
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First time to the valley: September 1989, tagged onto a business trip.
First climb: Right side of the Cookie. I laybacked that killer hand crack because I had no idea what a hand jam was. I learned that a 5.7 chimney is more diffucult than a 5.10 roof in the Gunks.
Second climb: Beverly's Tower. I learned what a hand jam was.
Got campsites in Upper Pines during a perfect September weekend without reservations. I think I paid $6/night[?] and slept in my rental car.
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arete
Trad climber
Estes Park, Colorado
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Jul 29, 2005 - 11:03am PT
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How I met The Bird........
I was hanging out in the old Mountain Room Bar one night when I see Yabo poke his head in the door. He sees me and comes running over...
"Hey man, he he he, wanna go burn one, he he he..."
"Gee Yabo YOU have one to burn? Sure lets go. And by the way, where's that rack of hexes I loaned you six weeks ago??"
We go outside and walk over to two extremely unsavory looking characters. Yabo introduces me to The Bird and Kim Schmitz, and I assume a suitably awestruck pose. It turned out Yabo didn't have one to burn (naturally), but The Bird did. We proceeded out to the the legendary "heated steps", broke the law and then reclaimed our rightful God-Given stools in the Mountain Room.
Blinny.... "milk" -- Hoppy's Favorite of course.
Soaking wet moonbows on a May evening.
Quiet uncrowded winter afternoons on the sunny side crags.
Jumping in the river in lieu of a shower on a hot summer day.
The Curry Cave.
The old Mountain Shop fire sale.
The Airplane ride.
The green guidebook.
Being so sore I could hardly walk, but feeling damn good anyway.
Chasing bears out of our camp.
Chasing racoons out of our camp.
Chasing squirrels out of our camp.
Chasing stellar jays out of our camp.
Chasing dirtbag climbers out of our camp.
Chasing girls fleeing our camp.
Chasing a dream.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 29, 2005 - 04:01pm PT
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Kraft used to make that great Coon cheese in the little 1/4 lb. blocks. Was great to stick a chunk in your jaw and let it melt away. Nearest thing I've found is Tillamook extra sharp in 2 lb. blocks in black wrapper at Costco.
The best was the great big wheels of large curd Longhorn that sat out on a big wooden lock in the old stores. They would cut you off a big wedge with a butcher knife. Left a good feeling in your mouth. Some things should never have changed.
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WBraun
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Jul 29, 2005 - 04:11pm PT
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Kathy said:"My days, in THAT dirt, are gone!"
Light weight! Nostalgia! well then you need to roll in it again to feel the truth.
Just kidding, Kathy, but then again ...... maybe not!
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Wrathchild
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Jul 29, 2005 - 04:32pm PT
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Don't you notice that some folks might find that brand name offensive?
I remember Sambo's restaurants too.
Have you seen the reworking of Aunt Jemima?
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 29, 2005 - 04:57pm PT
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Coon cheese was made in Australia, starting in the 30s. The only references I can find are for Coon Light and Coon Light slices and they are in Australia. Looks like Kraft was originally an Aussie company.
Maybe they just dropped their Cracker Barrel line of products.
If they did, that's mean.
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Wrathchild
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Jul 29, 2005 - 05:02pm PT
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A cheese race war? Is Cracker barrel superior to Coon brand? HA HA Ha...
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 29, 2005 - 05:13pm PT
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Nope. Coon was one of the Cracker Barrel series of cheeses.
One of the cruelest race crimes I ever heard of produced one of the most astonishing statements by a sheriff.
Down in Alabama, a black man was lynched, shot, burned, and then wrapped in heavy chains and thrown into the river. When they were pulling him from the water, the sheriff remarked, "Ain't that just like a N----, Steal more than he can swim with".
True story. Published in newspapers years back.
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Watusi
Social climber
Joshua Tree, CA
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Jul 29, 2005 - 05:42pm PT
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Does anyone remember the Terrible Mauling of the Watusi?
Could've been Bear #46
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 29, 2005 - 05:59pm PT
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That bear has two left paws.
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JuanDeFuca
Big Wall climber
Chatsworth
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Jul 29, 2005 - 10:07pm PT
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I think I might have been to Yosemite every year of my life?
Juan
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Wrathchild
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right behind you
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Jul 30, 2005 - 10:36am PT
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You're making me all weepy...
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BASE104
climber
An Oil Field
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Jul 30, 2005 - 02:07pm PT
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I first went to the Valley in 1980. First morning we were up early laughing, and this figure sleeping in a bag rolled up in visqueen right next to us, hopped up like he had been electrocuted, and let out this cackle. "I like to laugh, too! Ha ha ha ha!" Yabo. Meeting the other people in our site, Lepton Man, Kelly Repp and this really kind girl. I can't spell her name, so won't try.
Rivets were dowels and 1/4 inchers were belay anchors. I passed a hanging belay once that was a single 1/4 incher and some heads (that you actually placed) on this overhanging part. It sometimes seemed like the FA'ist was trying to kill all who followed, but I don't think it actually happened. I could be wrong, though.
Having the whole right side of El Cap to yourself for a week..more than once. The only line might have been on the Nose.
Werner saying to me in the C4 lot, while eating an enormous bowl of spinach: "Eat your spinach and you can be an Astroman, too."
Before Olde E showed up, actually free climbing every day, all day, on the Cookie or down valley. Olde E seemed to throw a lethargy over many (me included) when it showed up in the mid-eighties. Or that's when I got sold on it.
The Narrows was rated, I beieve, 5.7, and it was. To keep from falling, you just inhale.
And yeah, the green guide. It made you feel like a hero reading all the A5 and A4 pitches on the Zodiac, even though they weren't anymore, and the trade routes were all less than ten years old and not trade routes at all. Being bewildered by FOUR bolts below Zorro roof. It seemed so excessive.
Mescalito when it was totally mint. No scars, no fixed crap to speak of. It was sublime. And not too hard. That may have been the most wonderful wall I did, quality wise. And spending a whole day on the Bismarck with no doobage. I guess what was the point?
Last time I went to the valley, getting a site was hopeless, so I got my brother in law, racked up and filled our water bottles, bought some food, and climbed up to Sickle in the evening. It was hopeless on the valley floor. He had never even done a Grade II. I tutored him as we went and he led almost half of the pitches below C5. I was pretty proud of that. Massaging his brain through
that second morning mind explosion.
A few years later I met Deucy. Although all of us wore white painters pants and were filthy...I think Deucy was trying for some sort of record.
And Swami belts were definitely not hard core. I took some good whippers on them and they never cut me in two.
Was it better then? Only because there was so many fewer climbers. I can only imagine the scene five years earlier.
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Wrathchild
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Jul 30, 2005 - 03:09pm PT
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Not pokin' fun, I got all weepy thinking about a beautiful place in time that is no more. Sure, that solitude still exists else where, but not with all the amenities like the Grill.
-heavy sigh...
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 30, 2005 - 04:34pm PT
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"Werner saying to me in the C4 lot, while eating an enormous bowl of spinach: "Eat your spinach and you can be an Astroman, too."
Is it true that Werner was the inspiration for Popeye the Sailor Man?
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phil
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eastside
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Jul 31, 2005 - 10:44am PT
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Hey Kath
My first trip to the valley was when I met you, summer 97? You had just finished the bus. And still I've been able to enjoy the poached campsites, stealing firewood from the lodge for our c4 fire, free showers at curry, slumming at the Ahwahnee for sunday brunch not having taken a shower for weeks and falling asleep in the great room reading the paper, skinny dipping in the merced, meeting amazing people (famous and not so famous), watching the antics of Beyer, the Hubers, Magoo, Micah, the stupid and wierd politics of SAR, having Merry talk my ear off and still catching her every morning to do it again, watching the dirtbags eat better than me (I bought mine) while snatching pizza at the Loft, mornings in the cafe with the usual suspects, running into Swilliam leaving the TM store with his daily sixer of OE sans bag, catching Hans doing the dumbest thing every (Pine Line road-to-road for time??!!), sharing great meals with great new friends and comforting others when we lost some of those friends also.
Is there anything better than this community, be it the Valley, J-tree, or wherever?
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Toker Villain
Big Wall climber
Toquerville, Utah
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Jul 31, 2005 - 12:04pm PT
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April '76, my first night in C4.
I find a spot and go back to the pinto and throw my camp stuff into a Forrest haulbag and sling it over one shoulder. It thumps into my calves as I walk.
But then suddenly it doesn't.
Another climber has lifted up on the other strap to help me along.
Georges Bettembourge introduces himself and Dave Cheesmond.
A week and a half later we do the Nose.
I remember thinking,"Damn! All the best lines have been bagged. Wish I'd been here ten years ago."
In '84 I ran into Dave in Oakland. Georges had been killed by rockfall.
In '87 at SIA I meet Catherine Freer and my partner from the T-bird, Earl Redfern, and I compete for her attention. She says she is going to do the Hummingbird with Dave.
Five people and I have no idea why I'm the last one breathing.
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Toker Villain
Big Wall climber
Toquerville, Utah
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Jul 31, 2005 - 12:32pm PT
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Oh here's one I almost forgot:
December '76, very COLD and the nights are long and there is little firewood to be found.
The afternoon's entertainment consists of a bear 40' up a tree by the Lodge. Finally the tranqs kick in and the ursine goes for the biff, but when she craters it wakes her up and she runs for a couple hundred feet before doing a second face plant.
The entertainment immediately shifts to the free for all going on at the tree.
You see during her fall Mrs. Bear slowed herself by breaking off some large supplies of much sought after firewood.
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Rhodo-Router
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Otto, NC
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Jul 31, 2005 - 01:15pm PT
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hey T*R--
if you underpump the Whisperlight some forms of cooking besides snowmelt are sorta possible.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 31, 2005 - 03:35pm PT
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The early days in Camp4 gave birth to some weird goings on, not the least of which was the Dirtbag's Delight, a hole in a log with moss growing around it.
Rumor has it a famous climber who had a bit too much joy juice and wildwood weed, chose a hollow log that happened to be home to a porcupine. NPS brought him up on charges of animal assault.
When the judge saw the porky seemed to be none the worse for the experience, he threw the case out of court but made the climber reimburse YOSAR for a pair of needlenose pliars and a bar of soap. The old porky just sat in the witness chair grinning like a mule eating briars.
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Toker Villain
Big Wall climber
Toquerville, Utah
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Jul 31, 2005 - 04:05pm PT
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I just have to ask,
who in YOSAR handled that one?
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 31, 2005 - 04:14pm PT
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Ron, maybe Werner knows.
Speaking of TRs wildflowers, somewhere during my mountain meanderings, I ran across a blood red flower that pushed up through the melting snow in the spring. Maybe 2 to 3 inches across, the bloom was absolutely gorgeous. I don't recall if it was in the Rockies, Cascades , or Sierras. I think it might have been a protected species. I think it grew pretty high up.
Sure left a good feeling in your eyes.
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Roger Breedlove
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Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Jul 31, 2005 - 04:50pm PT
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Hey t*r, you are one lucky kid to have spent time with Carl Sharsmith and Ferdinand. They defined Tuolumne Meadows, in different ways, for lots of us. Ferdinand's memory wasn't so good and it would take a few minutes at the gate for him to remember who you were, then he'd lighten up and be glad you were back.
Carl's flower walks were a great introduction to looking at the small-scale beauty of the Meadows as well as the big, scenic vistas.
In the nostalgia department, one winter I decided that I would stay in the Valley, in Camp Four, in my tent rather than move to Squaw Valley or Berkeley. Nobody was around. I was cold and everything was damp. I finally moved in with a girl friend that worked for Curry. She had a nice place behind the post office. I had to act 'clean' to fit in.
I remember camping in Valley in the mid-60s before I started climbing. The Valley never seemed crowded and it was fun to hang out. After I was living there, I remember taking long cross-country hikes in the Sierra each summer. They were my vacations. My future bride and I would time them to maximize the probability that we would be rained on or snowed on above the tree line and at least ten miles from the trailhead. Every year was a special treat.
One year we spent three days in our little tent, eating and reading and...well you know...until we decided it wasn't going to stop. The rain part. Then we walked out, soaked to the bone, Levi’s dragging, looking for good Mexican food in Bishop.
Hey, Kath were we in the Valley at the same time? After 1975, I was in and out until 1980.
Roger
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phil
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eastside
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Jul 31, 2005 - 09:55pm PT
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Kath
Good memory...and need-a-belay is doing better than he ever has, and he and I are still friends.
I always thought it was cool seeing your book at Marty's shop in Mammoth (I moved there in '01 and stayed for 2 years, now back in the bay area).
Glad to hear you're doing well and that Mark is still getting out.
The photos look great.
Take care Kath
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Watusi
Social climber
Joshua Tree, CA
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Eastside is a glory place!! And God bless Ferdinand, he was very cool!!
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 1, 2005 - 12:41am PT
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Blinny, that's gotta be it. It looks so much better poking from
the snow.
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 1, 2005 - 12:44am PT
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As it has since the beginning, the sun has set on another hot summer day in the Valley. Day is done and the night belongs to Ol' Bear #46...or is that someone else...
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Watusi
Social climber
Joshua Tree, CA
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Now that is cool!!! Ursa Fortysixus! And it looks like he found that lost bike wheel...
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 1, 2005 - 01:08am PT
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I think he's been sneaking around watching Largo.
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 1, 2005 - 05:37pm PT
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Old #46 scored a sixpack.
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mike
climber
tahoe city, ca.
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If you touch a snowflower, it will die.
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Watusi
Social climber
Joshua Tree, CA
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Looks like Ol' #46 got into some Old "E"
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Roger Breedlove
Trad climber
Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Hey Kath, for the life of me, I am trying to remember a shirt that meets that description. Is this a non-guy kind of thing?
:-) Roger
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 2, 2005 - 12:19am PT
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"Looks like Ol' #46 got into some Old "E"
I think Ol' #46 was a saint in his previous life. That's why he is so ornery in this life. Balancing the karma. Bears know about these things.
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 2, 2005 - 12:57am PT
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Maybe Tahoe was where I first saw the snowflowers.
East of the lake, there was a jeep trail that went up over a mountain where there was a Sierra Club hut. the trail ran down to the Rubicon River where there was the ruins of an old waystation or lodge, just across the river. Just upstream was a pool of water, probably a big spring, off to the side of the river. It was maybe 8 to 10 feet deep and crystal clear, and full of huge trout. Damn things wouldn't bite anything. There were numerous rattlesnakes around the pool. They were almost solid black. That was 50 years ago. Bet those trout are whoppers by now.
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arete
Trad climber
Estes Park, Colorado
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Another fun Yabo story:
Back when they started to do control burns (mid-to-late 70's, though they may have done them earlier -- just the earliest I know about) they set El Cap meadow afire and filled the whole valley with smoke. One day I drove down the the big rock with some friends and parked at the meadow. The meadow was still burning in places and smoking heavily all over. Soon we noticed a lone figure appearing and disappearing in the smoke as he made his way over to my van. With his usual wild hair and satanic visage, Yabo materialized, rubbed his hands together and said "Welcome to Hell".
And then we used to deliver fresh hot coffee from Tioga Pass Resort to a very appreciative Ferdinand at the Tioga gate when we arrived -- double cream, double sugar.
Rest in Peace my friends.
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Patrick Sawyer
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Originally California now Ireland
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Ahh, the old Mountain Room Bar.
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Patrick Sawyer
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Originally California now Ireland
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Kath, I remember you, but I doubt if you'd remember me as I never was a top climber, a couple of levels below if that. But I did climb (at least hang out with) with some good climbers: Claude Fiddler, Lew Dawson, George Meyers, Ed Barry, Donny Reid, Kevin Worral, Dave Hitchcock - lucky enough to do one climb down at Reed with JB and Werner, and Ron Kauk, who I found to be one of the nicest guys in the Valley. Last saw him back in 1985 when I was ice climbing in Lee Vining Canyon.
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Roger Breedlove
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Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Yup, Kath. You are absolutely correct about me. The memory of the shirt may come back--I have lots of dusting to do--if I give it some time.
But, I know without hesitation that I was clueless. I could do the macho bit okay and hold my own. But Jim always got the girls.
Once in the Valley, I chased after a beautiful women for all of the spring and all of the summer. Driving from the Meadows to the Valley in the heat of the summer to find ways to run into her. Chatting her up.
She gave me lots of inviting signs to continue.
Finally in the late fall, we were both invited to dinner with a large party at the nice restaurant at the Lodge, the one facing the falls. (We weren’t paying.) I quickly grabbed a chair next to her. Except for her, almost everyone else was male. She had the kind of beauty and poise that cause men to fight, and try, after no practice in 25 years, to become charming, and get that goofy look somewhere between moronic, lap dog, and early teen googol eyed, and cause relationship problems for the women who must endure the hapless responses of their husbands.
All kinds of macho tendencies come to the surface. But I was big, and I was the only climber in the group, and I got away with snatching the chair next to her. I was doing my best to be relaxed and charming and gracious, just like my Mom taught me to be when someone else is picking up the check.
All my preparation paid off.
On the way back to her apartment that evening, we were crossing the foot bridges next to the road--just after you leave the Lodge complex on the way to the Village. We were paying attention only to each other. About a third of the way across, we look up and notice that a bear is about a third of the way across coming from the other direction.
There was a time when I would have just say 'shoo', confident that a bear would amble off. But after coming too close too many times to mixing it up with a mother bear whose cubs were nearby but out of sight, or having a LSD tripping bear scoot down a tree in Camp 4 and come after me for throwing rocks, I wasn't taking any chances.
Now this presented a dilemma. My natural instincts would have been to turn and run, probably pushing anyone close at hand into the distance between me and the threat. You know, the whole un-heroic thing that has served me in real life so well for so long, as opposed to storytelling facades.
But, the one thing that you can learn as a climber, that stays with you for life, is how to check your emotions and stay calm. I had to be manly. And protect my prize.
I had put a lot of effort into searching for the meaning of life and this young beauty was part of that fulfillment. So I quickly got my arms around her, to show her my protective nature, and to help guide her out of harm's way. We slowly backed off the bridge as the bear continued towards us. We crossed the creek on the road—flush with the excitement.
Thanks to that fearless bear, the contact was made. That perfect moment, after months of work and dreaming, the promise is kept with a touch that electrifies your whole body.
So what’s the punch line to this little nostalgic tale of life in the Valley? After we got to know each well, she told me that she never knew that I was chasing her, so subtle was my technique. Sort of the technique of no-technique.
So, yup, I was clueless.
It was just a warm shirt.
Roger
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Roger Breedlove
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Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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That is so funny about Mike. Don't we all makes fools of ourselves. It is even funnier given that he was so smooth. Who would have guessed. Maybe my full season of getting ready to get ready was a sound tatic afterall.
Now about your thought that it was so frigging sweet that we were clueless, don't you think that it might have been more fun--so to speak--if you and your friends had just taken us by the hand. There were lots of woods around there, with privacy, for crying out loud.
CCR (Clueless-to-the-core-Roger)
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Roger Breedlove
Trad climber
Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Hey I am clueless, but I am no cad.
You sound like Roper. Always wanted the details, no matter how prurient.
Actually I think I would have told the story differently depending on alternative endings.
CCRBNC
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Ouch!
climber
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 4, 2005 - 12:58am PT
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Yosemite, 1957. First time I ran into #46. He was an apprentice crossing guard.
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kunlun_shan
Mountain climber
SF, CA
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Great stories bump.
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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I forget Ouch's real name.. Alan Schrimser? Something similar?
I hate it when I can't remember something like that.
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Gary
Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
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It's always nice to bump into Ouch! here.
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Lynne Leichtfuss
Trad climber
Will know soon
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Remembering Ouch is a wonderful thing! I am going to put him on my Christmas Tree. What an awesome presence he was (and still is in our hearts and minds)at our campfire. He was what the campfire was made up of. Hearts to you Ouch and love to your family tonight. lynnie
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