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{{ImgGrid| 1978.Backpack.png | So at 14, I went backpacking with my Gay-Communist Uncle (Roger) through the Sierra's for 4 weeks. He liked to cover ≈20 miles a day -- we started at Mammoth, but was all over that part of the Sierra's, from thousand island lake, and were coming over Mount Whitney (ending in Lone Pine). I caught and ate a lot of Trout up there. }} | {{ImgGrid| 1978.Backpack.png | So at 14, I went backpacking with my Gay-Communist Uncle (Roger) through the Sierra's for 4 weeks. He liked to cover ≈20 miles a day -- we started at Mammoth, but was all over that part of the Sierra's, from thousand island lake, and were coming over Mount Whitney (ending in Lone Pine). I caught and ate a lot of Trout up there. }} | ||
{{ImgGrid| 1978.Fleshwound.png |A rotted log collapsed as I was climbing over it, and I split my head open, and got to be flown out by rescue helicopter. That was the highlight of the trip.}} | {{ImgGrid| 1978.Fleshwound.png |A rotted log collapsed as I was climbing over it, and I split my head open, and got to be flown out by rescue helicopter. That was the highlight of the trip.}} | ||
| − | {{ImgGrid| 1978.CopterFix.png |Roger was quirky, but always good to me: also the quintessential [[Watermelon]]. He loved the outdoors, but was frustrated by a world | + | {{ImgGrid| 1978.CopterFix.png |Roger was quirky, but always good to me, and a good person in general: also the quintessential [[Watermelon]]. He loved the outdoors, but was frustrated by a world beyond his control. I miss him.}} |
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Latest revision as of 12:22, 9 February 2019
After 4 weeks in the Sierra's "camping" now means no room service.After 4 weeks in the Sierra's "camping" now means no room service.
Age 9, I read a book about a run away that lived in the wild. My home life sucked, so this appealed to me. I used to camp solo in caves, and live off what I could hunt, catch or trap.
So at 14, I went backpacking with my Gay-Communist Uncle (Roger) through the Sierra's for 4 weeks. He liked to cover ≈20 miles a day -- we started at Mammoth, but was all over that part of the Sierra's, from thousand island lake, and were coming over Mount Whitney (ending in Lone Pine). I caught and ate a lot of Trout up there. 
A rotted log collapsed as I was climbing over it, and I split my head open, and got to be flown out by rescue helicopter. That was the highlight of the trip.
Roger was quirky, but always good to me, and a good person in general: also the quintessential Watermelon. He loved the outdoors, but was frustrated by a world beyond his control. I miss him.