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Chaz
Trad climber
greater Boss Angeles area
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Jun 17, 2011 - 09:54pm PT
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Holy mackerel, Chiloe!
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TimH
Trad climber
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Jun 17, 2011 - 10:00pm PT
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The red paint markings around what was left of the wheel are generally an indication that things didn't go well for someone. Glad that someone wasn't you.
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Chiloe
Trad climber
Lee, NH
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 17, 2011 - 10:19pm PT
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Kat, I'm a right coaster but was doing field work in NE Oregon last week.
Tim, quite so.
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altelis
Mountain climber
DC
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Jun 18, 2011 - 02:25pm PT
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Chiloe- amazing luck! can't even imagine!
was out your way about 2 months ago now, hiking in the Pemi Wilderness...
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Chiloe
Trad climber
Lee, NH
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 18, 2011 - 02:38pm PT
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Nice story & pics, altelis. Lucky, tired dog.
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Charlie D.
Trad climber
Western Slope, Tahoe Sierra
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Jun 20, 2011 - 10:53pm PT
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Warning, the following photo of graphic sexual content may be offensive!
Puppy Porn, the great beast Gus!
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Edge
Trad climber
New Durham, NH
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Jun 22, 2011 - 11:09am PT
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Jasper peeks inside the impromptu bath house. Now that I think about it, so did I...
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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"Yo, homes! It takes two to tango, ya know?"
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Thinking about nita and andy and the passing of their trusty Scout ...
I'm sure I've posted this photo of Kaya before, and probably the story too, but. ..
Kaya was my one constant for 15 years. A true companion through thick and lots of thin. Coast to coast, valley to summit, she was there.
A climbing dog of the first order with many dusty roads and craggy bivys behind her, semi retirement found us in a beach town.
She got older and creakier and her last roadie though Big Sur, the Valley and Meadows, and Eastside crashpad living produced many fine memories.
I knew the day would come, and after a year of having to accommodate the dog that never needed accomodating, I layed down on our floor with her as she took her last breath.
I was gutted.
Finally truly alone and lonely for the first time in 15 years. It was December 15th.
I cleaned the house like a meth head. I sobbed and wrote songs. I surfed my guts out.
Slowly, I mended.
Then her ashes arrived in the mail and the hurt came back.
The only cure, I figured, was another roadie. This time to her most favorite place, Granite Mountain.
The place she knew so well, where she'd meet me at the top after a solo. Where she'd wait patiently as we climbed. Where she'd guide out-of-towners down the "trail" after dark.
Well she's there forever, given to the wind at the heart of the mountain. The birds and lizards that suddenly appeared and the tiny purple butterfly that overcame the wind to land on my arm assured me she was home.
It took close to two years for me to consider another. Two years of trying to convince myself that the new freedom would allow me to do all sorts of things I couldn't do with a senior dog. In actuality, it was two years of time passing differently, and no one to pass time with.
Then one day a little black dog showed up at the door. Literally. I made the decision to keep her and off we went to spend the holidays in Tucson. She didn't even have a name yet. She found her spot on top of the folded paint drops, next to the guitar, and for the next seven hours we listened to the Grateful Dead bulleting through the desert.
By the time we stopped for gas the timid black chihuahua from hours ago was now all mine. Following commands and no leash needed. And she had a name- Rosebud, after Jerry Garcia's guitar.
It was also on that drive that I realized the date,
December 15. Exactly two years to the day of Kaya's passing. I immediately believed in reincarnation.
Rosebud has continued to take on Kaya's traits, and is an equally competent climbing and road dog.
I hope with time a new and equally as wonderful a dog as Scout finds its way into nita and andy's life.
We can never replace them, but the next one will be the start of a whole new story.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Rosebud
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nita
Social climber
chica de chico, I don't claim to be a daisy.
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drljefe, Beautiful story. ..... i started reading your story out loud to Andy, and got all choked-up.
I'm so happy you and Rosebud found each other..... Thanks much, for the email and the kind words...
Gracias..
xoxo
nita.
The great thing about little dogs.. they live a long time.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Here's to the dogs!
Awww, remember all those good times?
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Rosebud
'Nuf said. What a joy! Susan
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damo62
Social climber
Brisbane
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We had to say goodbye after 14 yrs, that was tough, the pain diluted with tears.
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SteveW
Trad climber
The state of confusion
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Chiloe
WOW--I'm glad you made it okay. It must have been
terrifying to see that truck come at you.
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bluering
Trad climber
Santa Clara, CA
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Damo, sorry about yer pup. 14 years is a good run.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, chiloe.... man oh man... it looks worse than it looked when you first shared this, :O
i will continually keep praying for miracles to intervene for my friends and loved ones, after see you alive and well through this...
i wondered if you had shared over here, yet...
this was sure awful... i am so glad you are home with your family, now...
god bless...
:)
very sad for the truck driver, and the others... :(
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