Thursday, January 31, 2008

Blast from the past: south face of the column



Hock clearing the A2 pitch 100 feet off the bivvy at Dinner Ledge ... first time he ever placed a Friend!

Memories of Michael



So, what is your favorite mountain memory of Michael Franklin? And what is the next route that we will have a quorum on to spread some of his ashes? The picture above ways taken on top of Pinnacle Buttress on Mount Washington. Hock and Michael had just completed the four pitch Pinnacle Gully (NEI III+).

The Good Old Days



"The Fat Boys Come Back Skinny Expedition." Hock and Mark moments after unloading their gear from the plane. Notice the feed bag dangling from the neck, and the 50mm nordic racing boots. The unseen details include: one toothbrush between us, one book between us, no down parkas, only single mountaineering boots, and the barest minimum of climbing gear. Mark was under 11 days for the roundtrip Reno-Denali-Reno. (Click on picture to enlarge it.)

Monday, January 28, 2008

Larry R.

Friend of fossils taking NCS kids climbing in our own backyard. Hock
also got a few laps in too.

NCS students storm Rummey N.H.

Several weeks ago Larry R. - friend of fossils - took a bunch of
8th and 9th graders ice climbing on their "invitational only" trip.
Routes up to NEI IV+ and M5 were climbed.

Old, Tired, and Tattered

Kind of like us fossils. The original guidebook is pretty worn and
well thumbed ... When we going back?

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

NCS Whiteface Day

John D. - the tele guru - and one of my teachers is giving an
advanced lesson. I was his helper ... Somebody has to do it and it
sure beats the office.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

1989 Fossil Trip



Cresting Jackass Pass in the Wind Rivers, the boys managed to do: East Ridge of Wolf's Head (II 5.6), South Buttress of Pingora (II, 5.6) and the Overhanging Tower - Shark's Nose Traverse (II, 5.6).

Sons and Daughters

Family outing in 1990 at Tuolumne Meadows. (With apologies for the blurriness ... This is an iPhone snapshot of a picture.)

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Mountainfest

To get ready for Doug Scott's slideshow, friend of fossils - Matt
Hoffman - is doing laps on a thawing Pitchoff Right.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Hock to Introduce Doug Scott







Introduction:

I am excited but also flattered, as well as a bit surprised to be introducing our guest Doug Scott. As a headmaster of a local boarding school, I am mostly shackled to my desk. These days the only “Alpine starts” I am allowed are days like Wednesdays when I am on the road at 3 AM, rushing to catch the first train out of Albany to Manhattan … for a day of fund raising. And so I really hope that Doug will get a chance to hang out with some “real Adirondack climbers” while he is here.

Having said all that, for those relatively unfamiliar with the details, we are going to hear an amazing narrative about one of the great adventure stories of all time. More than a climbing story, more than a Himalayan tale, this a moment of high drama and a testimonial to all that is best in the human spirit. It is the kind of tale you expect to hear recounted third or forth hand, around a fire ring perhaps in Camp Four. (My first hearing of this tale was huddled around the stove in the Harvard Cabin in Huntington Ravine where I was the caretaker. Just a few short months after the events on the Ogre occurred, Paul Ross an ex-Brit was doing a bit of guiding, and regaling all at the cabin.) It is a tale that makes your jaw drop and your eyes grow wide with amazement. A tale that you pray you’ll never find yourself stuck in the middle of. A tale on par with Hillary’s climb, or Shackleton’s voyage, or Nansen’s ski crossing … its a tale you expect to read about in a book, as you never expect to hear the tale from the mouth of Odysseus ... tonight we have that great privilege.

Finally, Doug Scott is representative of an entire climbing generation. For those of you that are familiar with the book, he is indeed one of the Boys of Everest. Sitting at a study carrel in the basement stacks of the college library I constantly perused climbing rags when I should have been studying. Seemingly I lived to follow the escapades of Bonington, Whillans, Brown, Patey, Haston, Boardman, Tasker, and Renshaw, Rouse and Doug Scott, it was what got me interested in the sport in the first place. It was their stories of grim nordwands and lung busting 8000 meter peaks, not the short vicious overhangs at my Gunks, nor the multi-day aid routes of the Valley that caught my attention. And as my own climbing evolved, and my skills more closely matched my aspirations, it was Doug’s accounts of Denali that I turned to before heading off to the Cassin. It was his expeditions to the Garwhal that I read about before applying for permits to Kalanka and Dunagiri.

Please welcome Doug Scott.

Skiing to Olympic Trails

Lucy and Hock are skiing the one kilometer trail from our property to
the biathlon trails. (Click on the photo to enlarge it ... our cabin is just visible in the bakground.)

What is wrong with this picture?

Friend of Fossils, Edward Kenney is smiling but ... he has two identical "right" boots while his identical twin William - in France - has two lefts!