It’s Monday, it’s now FALL (officially) I went hiking today, rad, on Friday I did a new (for me) V10 and V8 back to back, so that must mean that I’m healing up pretty okay. I still can’t wear a harness, the scar tissue from the operation makes it look like I have an alien about to jump out of my stomach and it still hurts to touch it, but technical climbing is good for me, my soul. But I don’t want to bore you with this shit, because it’s boring, especially when there is so much radical stuff happening in the real world of rock climbing, 14c onsights, 14d second tries, World Cup winners, awards, hotflashes, yadda yadda yadda. But like we were talking about in the lower posts, that we were maybe getting just a little bit numb to the media videos and stuff, I have a story to share.
I was playing with the woody last night (as you do) and I stumbled upon a crate of old issues of climbing, from 1985 to 1988. T’was such a refreshing treat. Like stepping back in time to read about what was perhaps the golden era of climbing. Alan Watts making the first ascent of the East Face of Monkey Face, Russ Clune cleverly describing his monumental free solo of Super Crack 5.12c in the Gunks, and of course, an article on SNOW BIRD. North America’s chance at bringing the World Cup overseas and making it a SPECTACLE for the masses. It was a hard working and visionary attempt, but I’m not sure it was as productive as many Americans hoped for. What did come from it, was a tasty little article in Climbing 1988, (at which time I was 7yrs old – dunkin my oreos into my glass of milk and still picking my nose, in public) and a poetic, funny as shit little BLURB, from my man Yvon Chouinard. I knew he could write, I’ve read some of his words, even his uplifting book, Let My People Go Surfing, but this little tid bit about Patick Edlinger was outstanding, and since most of use weren’t around to witness it, I thought I would share the report with you here. Endulge yourselves….click to enlarge….