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blahblah
Gym climber
Boulder
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Somehow I don't see Whillans or Bridwell vaping.
Thought I posted earlier on this thread, but maybe I forgot.
Anyway, I read the biography of Whillans (The Villain.)
The author noted that when Whillans was doing his cutting-edge rock routes, he was generally "clean and sober"--didn't smoke or drink or heavily, and was light.
The fat, smoking, drunk we think of was an older, non-hard-climbing guy.
Not pointing this out to bash him--just to rebut any implication that heavy smoking and drinking sorta worked for Whillans--it really didn't.
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jstan
climber
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In the sixties a student in our lab from Switzerland smoked Galoises. In his 70's now and still breathing.
More impressive was another student who consumed rum river crooks with his feet up while watching his zone refiner purify GaAs. That material's melting point is well above the softening point of the refiner's quartz enclosure that surrounded the molten material with high purity hydrogen. If he had ever lost it the whole university would have become a superfund site. Semiconductors can be really exciting. Most colorful person I have ever known.
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Fritz
Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 31, 2015 - 05:42pm PT
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Climbing content bump.
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Spider Savage
Mountain climber
The shaggy fringe of Los Angeles
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Aug 31, 2015 - 06:10pm PT
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Nice one.
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Guck
Trad climber
Santa Barbara, CA
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Aug 31, 2015 - 06:59pm PT
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I started climbing in France. My two heroes were Gary Hemming and Gaston Rebuffat. Gary did not smoke, but Gaston did. I went for the dirtbag style of Gary and the Gaston look; I switched from smoking upscale "Gitanes" to collecting cigarette butts (mostly "Gauloises") in Chamonix ashtrays to stuff my pipe. I must have looked so cool doing a butt belay with my pipe! I finally gave up the Gaston look in 1970, and am still alive and climbing. Whoa, in retrospect, that stuff was really nasty!!
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Fritz
Social climber
Choss Creek, ID
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 20, 2017 - 08:02pm PT
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I think my thoughts posted to Brad Rassler's Climbing Folk Heroes thread also belongs here.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=3030344&msg=3031803#msg3031803
It appears the fat, smoking, drunk Whillans, that blahblah mentions upthread here, was still capable of some climbing at world class levels.
Nov 19, 2017 - 05:49pm PT
Unfortunately, I don't recall much of those long-ago, or recent, nights of sitting around the campfire, discussing the feats of climbing folk heroes.
I do remember a mid-1970's evening of campfire conversation with some of the Lowes at the campground by Columbia Icefields & a late 70's evening in Yosemite's Mountain Room bar, where we got to share a small table with Bridwell & his girlfriend.
Those folks went off to paint masterpieces in the mountains & we continued to "dabble in colors." I was impressed, but not enough so, to tell stories around campfires about what they had said in those evenings.
I was much more impressed when British climber, writer, photographer, cinematographer, John Cleare visited my outdoor store in Moscow, Idaho in 1974 on a U.S. lecture tour sponsored by Royal Robbins.
John drank with us after the "slide-shows," slept on my couch, & even climbed with us for a couple days, then returned the next year for another show & more stories.
He told stories about British & Scottish climbers in dialect, & painted vivid word pictures of legends he had climbed & drank with. Tom Patey & Don Whillans suddenly became larger than life folk heroes to me & have remained so.
A Patey story, A Short Walk With Whillans, from Patey's 1971 book, One Man's Mountains, helps explain why:
Eiger North Face
There is something about Don’s proverbial bluntness that arouses one’s admiration. Of such stuff are generals made. We had a short discussion about bivouacking, but eventually I had to agree with his arguments and occupy the outer berth. It would be less likely to induce claustrophobia, or so I gathered.
“I’ll have one of your cigarettes,” said Don. “I’ve only brought Gauloises.” This was a statement of fact, not a question.
Then later in this classic story:
“I’m going down,” he said. “That’s what’s going on.”
“Wait a minute! Let’s discuss the whole situation calmly.”
I stretched out one hand to flick the ash off my cigarette. Then a most unusual thing happened. There was a higher pitched “WROUFF” than usual and the end of my cigarette disappeared! It was the sort of subtle touch that Hollywood film directors dream about.
“I see what you mean,” I said. “I’m going down too.”
Of course, there are many who have shared tales of Don Whillans.
He shines in my ST thread: Gauloises, Don Whillans, the Frogs, and Climbing History
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1410426&tn=40
Some more Whillans tales show up in this story shared by Leo Dickenson.
A Whillans Tale
https://www.thebmc.co.uk/a-whillans-tale
While visiting Moscow, Idaho in 1974, John Cleare shared that he had been on the ill-fated 1971 International Everest Expedition.
Don Whillans had hiked in fat & out of shape, then had gotten fit during a long, long time at high-altitude on the SW Face of Everest, while the fit young lions with him became gaunt survivors. Eventually Dougal Haston & Whillans spent 3 weeks pushing the route to within 1,500 vertical feet of the summit before giving up & retreating to Base Camp after all the other remaining climbers had also given up & retreated.
At the time, Whillans was 38 & Haston was 31 years old.
The expedition leader Norman Dyhrenfyrth, wrote an account of the expedition for the American Alpine Club & this excerpt deals with the circumstances of the final failed push for the summit:
http://publications.americanalpineclub.org/articles/12197200700/Everest-Revisted-The-International-Himalayan-Expedition-1971
Towards the middle of May Haston and Whillans established Camp VI near the top of the snow ramp, at a height of 27,200 feet. They received strong and unselfish support from the Japanese and our faithful Sherpas. Ito and Uemura carried oxygen to the highest camps without using any themselves. Seventeen Sherpas moved a total of 55 loads up to Camp V; six made the back-breaking ascent four times, and two carried without oxygen as far as Camp VI! And Michel Vaucher declared in interviews and newspaper accounts, the Sherpas had refused to move up the Face!
The bad weather continued, and exceptional cold rendered technical climbing all but impossible. The flow of supplies dwindled to a trickle. Another camp would have been needed above the Rock Band. When Whillans — at the end of a traverse to the right — reached the crest of the South Buttress, he could see moderately angled slopes leading up to the normal route just below the South Summit. Should they abandon the Face for the sake of a summit “victory” at the last minute? The public at large would no doubt consider the expedition to be a full success, but mountaineers think differently. The 1970 ascent by way of the South Col was judged a failure in leading Japanese climbing circles, since the clearly stated objective of the expedition had been the Face. IHE 71’s goal too was the summit by way of the Face, and not “victory at all costs”, by any route. Whillans acted accordingly and returned to Haston. Together they climbed 300 feet up an icy couloir in the Rock Band, fixing ropes. But then they too had reached the end of the line. There was still some oxygen left at Camp VI, but no more butane and precious little to eat.
For more than three weeks they had lived at high altitude without coming down to Advance Base once — a world record and dramatic proof of their incredible toughness, as well as of the superb oxygen system developed by Duane Blume! The combination of snowstorm, intense cold, rockfall, avalanches and faltering supply lines put an end to the struggle.
On May 21 news of the expedition’s failure was announced to the outside world.
John Cleare told me a story from the end of the 1971 Everest Expedition, about the return of Haston & Whillans to base camp.
Haston came staggering down the final slopes with Whillans slightly behind. As Sherpas rushed out to Haston & helped support him back to base camp, Whillans paused, pulled out the remains of a pint of whiskey, drained it, tossed it on the snow, then played soccer with it while striding down to camp.
I believe such feats have made Whillans my favorite Folk Hero.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2017 - 08:49pm PT
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Nicely told tales, Fritz. Thanks. *ribbit*
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