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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 10:42am PT
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Gypsy
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NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 11:06am PT
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Gypsy
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NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 11:09am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:02pm PT
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"Somebody tell me I'm dreamin'."--Eric Burdon
Pat Stuart. We need a Pat Stuart. Paging Dr. Pat Stuart.
What are his sisses doing these days? Grandkids count?
And "The Sheila!" Patrick Oliver, take a look!
SS was at the Lodge Desk, as her sophisticated looks might indicate.
Though highly intelligent, some women have been known to fall for the most unlikely men. (Hope for me, hope for you.)
Not talking about PO, who snagged her after she "broke it off" with Millis, the poor inlikely dork I have in mind.
Gypsy, that's definitely a fly-fishing stance Randy is in on lakeside. Where's the pipe, though?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:36pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:38pm PT
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I have pretty much lost touch with the Stuart family. I know that Bonnie and probably Mary Lou still live in Santa Cruz. I do not know where Laurie is. PJ is a doctor and he married Mary Ellen Donohoe. Mary Ellen's sister Moira is an artist and has her own website. http://moiradonohoe.com/
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:42pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:47pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:48pm PT
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Sheila Slattery in her room in Degnan's dorms. I don't remember her working at the Lodge. I remember her working at Degnan's. She was one of the 4 women who lived in the apartment during the winter (Molly Felso, Sheila Slattery, Marylou Stuart and Terry Altman). That is where I met Randy. Sheila later met and married Vic Buffalo and they moved to Seattle where he worked as a CPA for Price-Waterhouse. She wrote romance novels under the name RoseAnne Williams.
She had great train-hoppin' stories from Yosemite to Boulder, Colorado with Pat Ament.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:53pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 02:06pm PT
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nov 19, 2012 - 03:58pm PT
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Me, about to risk it all. Mathis, cleaning his fingernails. Somewhere, in the distant past.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nov 19, 2012 - 04:08pm PT
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Lucky fellow, that Throwpie
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Fritz
Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
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Nov 19, 2012 - 08:16pm PT
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Great "time-machine" photos.
Thanks for posting up those early 70's shots.
I never made it to Yosemite for climbing until 1975, but I do appreciate the place.
The enjoyment of the 1975 trip was impared by the terror I experienced in climbing West Face of Leaning Tower.
First overhanging aid for me.
First Jumaring for me.
First cleaning and jumaring in the dark for me.
First lightless downclimbing in the dark for me. (we were really, really thirsty by the time we summited and Bridal Veil Creek lured us down into the dark)
It took me 40 years to realize how fun that all was!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 19, 2012 - 08:46pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... thank you for more history...
old photos, tell so much...
i am just now seeing old pics from another friend of mine,
from our neighborhood...
about his dad... very nice...
*very dad, about your wife-liz's friend, :(
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2012 - 10:25pm PT
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Fritz, the Tower is like that.
I think of it as a pugatorial experience because Millis and I did manage it on our first try, March of 1971. We lived but suffered from thirst due to n00b mistakes. Uh-oh. Make that the second attempt for me. I had a non-atttempt fail in its tracks before reaching the tree on the initial traverse.
From earlier in this thread:
So one night I am heavy into this little blonde server [she was Debbie Bird, pictured above, neither little nor a server, but quite well-endowed and working at Degnans's---my memory's bad, not mine; and Larry could be a shit] and am jamming on the dance floor so much with her and we seem to be going places when Larry came and snatched her away: He and his red-headed charm, his cowboy demeanor...aw, schist! So, drunk as I suddenly was, I staggered out into the night, found my hardware stash in camp, set out a rack for the Tower, and by the time I'd coffeed up with Ron Cagle, had convinced him to help in schlepping my haul sack, just a LaFuma guide pack with comestibles and Fern Spring water, while I carried the ropes and racks.
Bob Ashworth, my compadre from the Y Village Mtn. Shop and boulder-juggler supreme, has tales to compare. Getting down after deciding to bail, definite hell, it seems to me. Good reason to stay on the wall, a real man's decision, too. And then there are Sibylle and Bev, Jaysus! Soloing in tandem, my gosh!
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/215272/First-All-Woman-Ascent-of-El-Cap-Summit-Mag-April-1974
Sometimes maybe it's a good idea to bite off a bit more than we think we can consume. It teaches...something, not sure what.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 02:16am PT
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He taught me to surf. Well, he taught me where to go to surf. He had a shortie, I had a nine footer. He couldn't teach me much about quick turns, and I wouldn't get off that iceberg of a board. Rincon and the Jetties at Oxnard, my favorites.
In exhange, I got him started climbing, then we got Marc Irwin in on our act as well, aged 15. Ike and I just spoke this evening, as he's a deacon in the Catholic church, and I felt I needed some friendly words. After a bit, the conversation turned to Marc, who is related to his wife and my ex, so you know, kind of our little kid brother, so to speak. He visited from the East Coast recently and they drove up to Sespe gorge out of Ventura and got on the slabs.
"I can't see my toes, Ike."--Marc
We're all going over the hill, eventually, so let's make the most of it while the sun's still up!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 02:22am PT
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Thanks, thanks, thanks, Gypsy. Wonderful posts.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:39am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:55am PT
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Degnan's was owned by the Donohoe family. Randy worked there as a night janitor one year. That was the year that Rosemary made the bread and the pastries. At the end of Randy's shift he would always find a bear claw and a cup of coffee for him made by the beautiful Rosemary. Unfortunately, I have no photographs of her; but I remember she and I making granola in the Donohoe kitchen one winter day. I was sleeping on the living room floor at the Donohoe house on occasion and other times either in my favorite spot down by the Merced River or up in my cave (this was before I met Randy).
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