Carl Lindeman Photo Member #: 63
Member Year: 1981
Carl Lindeman
Bio Summary
Community Activity Summary
Little League assistant coaching in the 90s, Holiday food basket prep for shut-ins, Denver area, Grandview High School Graphic Design Program Advisory Board.
Occupation Summary
Graphic Designer/Illustrator in advertising, marketing and publications
AdAmAn Service
Updated and digitized AdAmAn logo, originally created by Jim Bates; re-creation and digitization of AdAmAn Member card, also originally created by Mr. Bates in the earlier days of the club.
Physical activity, whitewater kayaking, mountain biking, cross-country skiing, hiking, rock hounding, lapidary arts and silver smithing.
Climbing Experience Summary
Numerous Colorado foothills and fourteeners, beginning in early childhood (when one’s only company on a summit might be one’s dad and brothers, and maybe a small furry alpine critter); Cascade hikes, Mt. St. Helens (post explosion) and Mt. Rainier, WA.


Bio Detail
Community Activity Detail
Occupation Detail

Worked in Marketing and promotions for a couple Denver TV stations early in career. Later a five-year stint in Advertising Art Direction for Coors Brewing in Golden, CO, followed by ad agency work in Seattle area and back in Denver. Arts, recreation and real estate publications in NW Montana for several years in the ’90s. Finally, back in Colorado, did marketing design for non-profit health care company in Denver area for 16 years. Mostly retired since late 2010s, occasional complimentary work in Durango, CO.

Climbing Experience Detail

Climbed 29 Colorado fourteeners, if my count is correct, many of them “hands-in-pockets” hikes, and a good number of them with class III-IV pitches that have held my undivided attention. I’ve never been on a peak-bagging mission, but really enjoy being outdoors, up high, taking in the views and rarefied air. There are plenty more on my to-do list, and some I’m certain I will not attempt due to the increased risk with crowded and exposed routes, and a gradually but annoyingly intensifying self-preservation instinct. There are also many more rewarding lower summits to explore. 


Memories From First Climb

My first AdAmAn climb as a guest was at age 16, when club policy allowed members to invite (and take responsibility for) sons of that age and adequate fitness and constitution, without having to be further vetted by the membership. What sticks with me the most is how over-dressed I was. Day two, above timberline, was as calm and balmy as a spring day, and I was bundled up in heavy military surplus wool over a couple layers of long underwear, and insulated rubber boot pacs. All of the climbers, and especially the younger ones, were stripping off layers, rolling up pant legs, removing hats, and still sweating. I remember thinking, “Jeez, what’s the big deal, after all I’ve been told about the raging winds, bitter cold, and extreme hardship?” Of course, later climbs would answer that question for me.

Memories From First Member Year

I was selected member number 63 in 1981. December 30 and 31 that year were very snowy — lots of trail breaking to do from the start in Manitou Springs. A strenuous hike all the way and I was grateful for trail-breaking help from other climbers, especially just below timberline where drifting amidst the trees can be very deep. Due to the quantity of snow in the vicinity of Barr Camp, the traditional bonfire at AdAmAn Point, a half mile north, was moved to a clearing just adjacent to the camp, and was much smaller than the typical blaze. And even more congenial a gathering for AdAmAn tale telling and remembrances, without the usual wind and distraction at AdAmAn Point.

Another aspect of one’s new member year is being a little more in the spotlight for the numerous radio broadcasts throughout the two-day hike. I never felt very comfortable with that part and struggled some to find new things to say.

Memories of Family
When my father, Dr. George Lindeman, started climbing with the club in the late 1950s, AdAmAn became a family focus, especially near the end of every year — more meetings, activities and climb preparation. When he was on the climb, the family would listen to the radio broadcasts periodically throughout the two days, culminating, of course, at midnight New Years Eve for a blow-by-blow account of the fireworks from the summit. Though the men loading and lighting the large aerial bombs (an inherently dangerous activity when done by hand in the howling wind, cold and thin air) were certainly taking all due care, the radio announcer’s description of it all sounded pretty chaotic to my young ears. On one of those occasions, amidst the wind, weather, noise and confusion, the announcer (referring to my dad) yelled, “The Doc is down!!,” causing no small amount of alarm for my mom and another AdAmAn wife in the room. Fortunately, as it turned out, the incident was due to a stumble on the ice and was not a career/life-ending trauma for our dear father and bread winner.
Favorite Memories from Climbing Fourteeners

Most influential was my Dad, George Lindeman. In my childhood, this was one of those grown up things he did every year, that wasn’t his work. AdAmAn doings took over the household consciousness for short spans of time, especially in December. He was club president for a number of years, and did a pretty good job of it despite not being a particularly showy or outgoing person in charge of a club that’s largely about making a show of promoting the Pikes Peak Region. I think his favorite part of it all was the camaraderie and sharing a mountain adventure with a bunch of like-minded characters doing something fun and kind of nutty up in the cold, thin air.


A couple of other members also made a strong impression on me. Ed Kirches, a WWII veteran who served in the 10th Mountain Division provided support and wisdom along the trail with us younger climbers over the years. And Al Pierce, “big Al,” as he became known, was still climbing at age 80. He was a treasure and an inspiration to us all.

My brother Ted (member #55), and his enthusiasm for the climb, has always been an inspiration to me. His record of 50 New Years climbs is one I will certainly never attain, but his intermittent company and conversation along the trail has been a treasured part of the experience for me in more recent years.

Memories from Favorite Mountain Climb
Pikes Peak isn’t the most challenging or exciting climb for me, other than its potential for extreme winter weather. But it has a special place in my heart for its beauty, the many New Years climbs and great memories it has provided me. I’ve never climbed it other than at New Years, and I’ve only climbed down it once: the one time we turned around just a couple miles from the summit due to exceptional cold and the real possibility we wouldn’t be able to get into the summit house for shelter at the top.
Memories of Favorite Gear
Without a doubt, the piece of gear that has made the biggest difference for me on this climb is a pair of lightweight insulated hiking boots purchased sometime around 2010. Before that time, regardless of my footwear, my toes would begin to freeze up as the pace of the climbing group slowed from fatigue and dwindling oxygen above timberline. These new ones are very lightweight, grippy on snow and ice, and toasty warm from start to finish. And now they are nearly worn out.
Memories of Worst Gear Failure
Not far from the Pikes peak summit, December 31, 2011, my wonderful, lightweight insulated hiking boots failed to stick to the mountain when a +/- 100 mph wind gust lifted me and my 40 pound backpack airborne and tossed me like a rag doll a short but traumatic distance down the slope. And I am forever grateful and indebted to my fellow AdAmAn brothers and sisters for carrying my sorry, injured self to the summit and saving me from further injury and hypothermia.