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CFetterolf
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Dec 21, 2007 - 06:50pm PT
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Here is a shot of my wife Katie on half dome.
Katie again celebrating in the Needles.
Me slacklining in the Gunks.
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 07:16pm PT
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Mighty Hiker
Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
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Dec 21, 2007 - 07:25pm PT
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The photo of Leif at Urdukas (sp?) was taken by Galen Rowell during the 1975 American K2 expedition, in July. Leif greatly appreciated nature in all its guises, and was a wonderful companion. He, his son Tor, and another young man died in a climbing accident in December 1976.
Nice thread, tarbuster & gang!
Edit: The photo was published in "In the Throne Room of the Mountain Gods", Galen's book about the expedition. It was also used in other ways, which I can't remember.
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 07:33pm PT
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Hey Anders, how 'bout a spot while I negotiate this fissure, ...eh?
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bob d'antonio
Trad climber
Taos, NM
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Dec 21, 2007 - 07:42pm PT
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In the Park.
Mountains made of Sand.
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 07:55pm PT
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Sand indeed...
THE WATER OF LIFE
I have made a few forays into the ridges and valleys which stretch downward from the Continental Divide. While enmeshed with the ancient folds of those high ramparts, I seek a state of absorption and exhilaration loosed from my core. Those places act upon me. My challenges and plans are matched with a set of highly developed expectations, all keeping me tuned in. So all that marvelous experience is well anchored, it unfolds almost on its own.
Then, during the quiet mornings, I saw the water in its various forms.
Randi and I were feeling our way across the darkened trail and reached the edge of Loch Vale. The forest comprised small strands of blackened trunks which grew blacker still as the reddened waters of the Loch rose up from a still born night. The watery fire made from this affair was most brilliant in its emergence. The trees, their slender lives were accounted for each one by the generosity of deep red blackness served upon the water. I will always remember our encounter with such a visual masterpiece enabled by the gracious waters of the Loch Vale.
After her passing, I visited a little tarn that lives amidst the icy world in the cirque below Flattop's northern flanks. I came upon it early one morning and paused to say hello to this clarity huddled and vibrating in the wind. Not so much placed within the dimple of highland, but rather more upon it, clear as a crystal diadem this pool was made as if barely leashed to the earth. As the wind fluttered it so it appeared free to communicate itself to realms unconcerned of gravity. I thought it both receptive and communicative; a living prism carefully placed and charged as a lens within the Cosmos.
Yet another early morning, from beneath Hallett Peak I surmounted a brow of trees overlooking the silence of Emerald Lake. The waters were slightly teased by a steady breeze. The fringes of the lake were peopled by various parties who held gentle position at the water's edge; all were quiet and I felt they were in a reverent abidance to the mountain song. I checked my breathing for fluidity and economy. I sought to minimize my intrusion of foot fall and breath. In this fashion I carried on, passing through and by, struck by the sermon of the lake. I continued on from Emerald Lake to gain the thinner air of the Great Divide. Standing up into the brilliant winds and gold burned grasses of a continental peneplain I loosed some of Randi's ashes to the winds. They were so dry. All her water gone. The water cycles around and crystallizes, melts, flows, evaporates, rains, sustains, nourishes, and erodes. It is a malleable and transformative stuff, with tension and fluidity, reflectivity and conductivity. Some of it found its way out into a tear up on my cheek.
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 08:18pm PT
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Randi Eyre, Cima Piccola
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 08:24pm PT
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This painting sits above our window, as we eat, lounge, live here on the mountainside...
Pastel of Alaskan coastline, Kachemak Bay, by Randi Eyre
"If ya got eyes, best you use 'em while the light yet flows"
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the museum
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Rapid City, SD
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Dec 21, 2007 - 08:57pm PT
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bob d'antonio
Trad climber
Taos, NM
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Dec 21, 2007 - 09:03pm PT
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Mother teaching some mountain skills.
One of most beautiful cirque in the lower 48.
This is ready to blow...La Concepion, Ometempe
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the museum
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Rapid City, SD
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Dec 21, 2007 - 09:21pm PT
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 09:56pm PT
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Yippee!!!
Among many others, that view of Capitol N Face is dreamy.
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 10:12pm PT
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T Gordon, man about town:
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 10:18pm PT
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Mighty Hiker
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Vancouver, B.C.
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Dec 21, 2007 - 10:28pm PT
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Tarbuster Whympers for more....
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 10:56pm PT
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Mimi
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Dec 21, 2007 - 10:59pm PT
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hahahahaha!
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WBraun
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Dec 21, 2007 - 10:59pm PT
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What ya thinkin man?
How to get back down?
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Euroford
Trad climber
chicago
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Dec 21, 2007 - 10:59pm PT
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i never feel more alive than i do up in the mountains!
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Tarbuster
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2007 - 11:05pm PT
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I'm thinkin':
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
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