Memories From First Climb |
Barr camp in my early years was a rustic experience. No caretakers, warm fires, spaghetti dinners, or pancakes for breakfast. When we arrived the first order of business was gather firewood and get the stove going. The cabin was drafty and warmed slowly. We brought our own back packing stoves and cooked individual meals. I was well prepared for this by my mentors. What I couldn't really anticipate was the up-close and personal experience of lighting 6 inch bombs (fireworks) from a kneeling position next to a large steel and sand bunker. I had never been any closer to real fireworks than the 4th of July at Memorial Park. Well, let me tell you, the ignition and concussion plus the thrill of the bombs bursting 500 feet over my head were beyond description. Throw in an occasional ground burst (defective bomb) and you've just been to the world's best New Years Eve party. Great fun and camaraderie was shared by all. I was hooked! |
Memories From First Member Year |
Heavy snow on Pikes Peak is uncommon in late December. In most years the trail is icy, requires some trail breaking but generally packed thanks to the steady traffic on Barr trail during the fall and early winter. EXCEPT, the year I was the new member. Several days before the climb a significant storm dropped 18 to 24 inches of snow below the "A frame" shelter in the area known as Dismal Forest. This was important to me in that traditionally the new member leads the climb and breaks trail. There were drifts that were thigh deep (I'm 6' 4") and very difficult to negotiate. Fortunately, I was able to trade the trail breaking duties with other fit members and guests. Overall, this was a very memorable climb and a real team effort. |
Memories of Family |
As with all of the members and guests our families join us for the pre-climb breakfast and the short drive to the trail head. There were always lots of hugs and kisses from my terrific wife and three daughters. As the years passed I would regularly find little notes of affection hidden deep in my backpack and small stuffed animals "on loan" from my daughters. |
Favorite Memories from Climbing Fourteeners |
I consider both Bob Stafford and Daryl Hickey as my mentors. Both were terrific fun on the trail and always had a smile and a joke. It could be 5 degrees with 30 mph wind in your face, fingers and toes near freezing, and from the trail above or below Bob or Daryl would yell, "Willhoit, how is your fun meter?" You know, one can give the finger in a mitten, and the recipient thinks you are waving! |
Memories from Favorite Mountain Climb |
Mount Rainier Washington. Colorado is wonderful, but there is nothing like a major glacier climb. The weather, crevasses, crampons, ropes, route finding and technique are unique. Danger is everywhere for the careless. A successful climb is a real thrill for adrenalin junkies. |
Memories of Favorite Gear |
Mountaineering equipment is so well made that it often lasts forever. For that reason, I tend to keep it forever. Why have I used the same Lowe backpack for 40 years? Its like my best friend, full of memories and never lets me down. |
Memories of Worst Gear Failure |
Have you ever used ski/mountaineering goggles over glasses? Well, talk about failure, they are fogged more often than clear. Someday someone will design a pair that really works. |