Memories From First Climb |
I remember being very surprised at how encouraging and welcoming the older members of the group were on my first climb. They seemed like family and definitely exhibited the comradery for which the club is still famous. At this time, the shells were carried one by one from the summit house and placed in three or four steel mortars which were propped up by large stones. The fuses were then lit by nimble, experienced shooters using railroad flares. Electronic safety features were in the future! |
Memories From First Member Year |
My "New Member Year" adventure actually started on a Greyhound bus trip home for Christmas from grad school in Ithaca, New York. A massive winter storm hit the mid-west closing the intestate causing delays and an overnight stay on the bus at "The Majestic Service Station" in St. Francis, Kansas. The bus was able to get back on the road in the morning and I made it home on Christmas afternoon. As we started up Barr Trail on December 30th, I started to feel a little "iffy" and nauseous. It became apparent that my bus companions had shared more than just tobacco smoke. By the time I reached Barr Camp I was having trouble keeping food down. My "New Member Year" ended the next morning as my dad escorted me back down Barr Trail. Several members have never let me forget my "incomplete initiation." |
Memories of Family |
There were at least a few years when dinner at Barr Camp was "BYO." Dad and my brothers shared some of mom's home-made rolls and wonderful beef stew heated over the camp wood stove. My one-year-old daughter Robin helped to send off the club when her "Uncle Billy" was named the new member. All four Lindeman members made the climb that year. A few years later, several people remember a comment made in a small child's voice at the trailhead as the group organized to start the climb. Young son Ian could be heard clearly saying "this is dumb........dumb, dumb, dumb." |
Favorite Memories from Climbing Fourteeners |
While hiking along the trail, I fondly remember Jack Roeser commenting in a Russian peasant accent that "Suffering is no part time job!" Jimmy Bates was famous for pleading "just one more...."(photo) It didn't take much to encourage Arne Magnus to regale the group with his many Norwegian dragon stories. |
Memories from Favorite Mountain Climb |
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Memories of Favorite Gear |
My home-made orange back-pack served me well for many Adaman climbs and shows up in many photos along with my orange hat. |
Memories of Worst Gear Failure |
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