Saturday, June 27, 2009

Bull Moose at 3:00 A.M.


















































Last night at 2:00 A.M. I woke to check the aurora index and next thing you know I'm spending the remainder of the night and early morning out in the woods! During the evening the aurora forecast was looking more and more favorable but not strong enough to head out before going to bed. So, I set my alarm for 2:00 hoping that maybe by then it would be worth going out. When I checked the forecast after my alarm woke me it indicated that the aurora was at "STORM" level! Once I saw that, I was on my way outside with my camera in tow. Unfortunately, it started to rain just moments after I arrived at my first location along the Lake Superior shoreline. The aurora was active, I could see it plainly in the sky between the rain clouds. The rain prevented me from getting any shots so I altered my plan and decided to head inland and see if the sky was clear away from the big lake.




On my way up Old Highway 61 in Grand Portage I drove right by a swamp and there, standing not more than 20 feet off the road, was a big bull moose! He didn't even move when I drove by, so I slowly backed up to get a better look at him. He still wasn't moving, so I turned the truck a bit until the headlights were shining right at him. He just stood there, staring at me as I stared back at him. This photo was taken through the windshield of my truck. I think it turned out pretty good considering it was a hand-held shot from behind the wheel of the truck and at ISO 6400! I took a few more pictures of him before he started to walk away. As he walked away I shot a couple of video clips of him as well. It was a great start to my late night photo outing!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Sometimes Good Things Don't Come To Those Who Wait


(My neighborhood post office early this morning.)

Tomorrow may be Emancipation Day, but today-I proclaim April 15- Procrastination Day.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Fashion Friday. Maximum Style.









Remember Al ? He's been hanging around a bit. Sometimes he needs encouragement. Frey offers a few words.Separation Anxiety starts at the little hobbit hole, so I crawled in for a fresh perspective.Al clowned it up of course.







Do you like either of these shots? Or does the perspective screw with you too much?I like both, but I couldn't decide which works better.You decide. Post a comment. Be firm, but kind.









I could look at Al all day, but over at our sister site Red Phoenix Style the girls have styled up another runway show. This time for the first anniversary ofBrisbane's most wanted hairPanic Hair.jjobrienclimbing sent Sandra Phoenix along to bring back the look.





So much hair, so much colour.All the fabulous jewels are available online from Red Phoenix Emporium or in store at The Tribune.





Climbers, you can celebrate with me as my first jewellery design for Red Phoenix, the Omiyagiwas ordered by an unknowncustomer in New York. Yay for international jewellery sales!





What? You want more Al? OK just one more.



Welcome to our newest follower Bjorn Lyngwa

How do you put that slash through the "o" ?

Raccoons




We did see some of the wildlife in the area while walking along the warf in Port Angeles. Of course there are raccoons in all areas of the U.S. - or so it seems, but they are kind of cute, even if an unwanted pest most of the time. This mama coon was teaching her 2 babies how to beg behind a cafe. Not a good idea but we couldn't resist taking their photos. We, also, saw several Canadan geese flying over the water.

Saturday Night Fun - Wordles!

Randy's Saturday Night Fun for this week is Wordles, which was inspired by John Newmark! What's a Wordle? It is a graphic representation of text that can be created at wordle.net but be forewarned - you can spend a lot of time playing with the various font and directional settings.

These surname Wordles were created back in July of last year for my maternal and fraternal lines, Phend and Wiseman, respectively. (As always, click on the images for a larger version.)


This facebook wordle was also created in July '08

And this one for the Genea-Blogger Group Games was created in August '08

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Where's Waldo?





Every kid has played that game I suspect.









I spent just over half a decade to the exclusion ofeverything including climbing, physically tracking down and findingmen and their financial fortunes. The thrill of the chase,finding afugitiveand where he had hid his moneywas as much sport as soloing 5.11 cracks and steep ice.






I'm thinking this is a guy likely guilty of something ;)

A long over due bar bill at the Fairview maybe?




Finding aBrit from the '80s, SimonMcCartney, should be easy by comparison. Easy because wehad some things incommon.



"Six degrees of separation is the theory that everyone and everything is six or fewer steps away, by way of introduction, from any other person in the world."



Well that was mythought process anyway while on a 18hr non stopdrivewith Jack Roberts.Simon McCartney had been Jack's partner on two amazingly difficult and dangerous Alaskan climbs from the late '70s and early '80s era.



I met Jack later in life. Still a wild man on any sort of terrain even with totally trashed and painful feet. He was good at his chosen craft. But when he and Simon climbed the Timeless Face on Huntington, they were my climbing heros. And at least to me, much larger than life.



Roberts and McCartney? Hell even their names made them sound like rock stars!



Quoting tea bags, Aldous Huxleyand suffering seemedas natural ascold hardice to them. Or so it seemed by the trip reports.



Anyone who climbed seriously at the time will never forget Tobin Sorenson's, "Witlessly Bold, Heroically Dull" in CLIMBING magazine .Thestory ofJack's and Tobin's climb on the GCC,Mt. Kitchener, in the dark of winter."Cold had already taken our light. It had taken our strength andit was trying to take our lives". Grim stuff indeed from a guy known to do some pretty hard climbing on the "edge".



Gave rein to wrath and drown'd them in the Flood.

Teeming again, repeopled Tellus bore

The lubber Hero and the Man of War;

Huge towers of Brawn, topp'd with an empty Skull,

Witlessly bold, heroically dull.

Long ages pass'd and Man grown more refin'd,

Slighter in muscle but of vaster Mind,

Smiled at his grandsire's broadsword, bow and bill,

And learn'd to wield the Pencil and the Quill.

The glowing canvas and the written page

Immortaliz'd his name from age to age,

His name emblazon'd on Fame's temple wall;

For Art grew great as Humankind grew small.

Thus man's long progress step by step we trace;

The Giant dies, the hero takes his place;

The Giant vile, the dull heroic Block:

At one we shudder and at one we mock.

Man last appears. In him the Soul's pure flame

Burns brightlier in a not inord'nate frame.

Of old when Heroes fought and Giants swarmed,

Aldous Huxley



Jack was around. He was easy to find guiding in Colorado or Chamonix. Or at any Ice Fest mid winter representing a climbing company or twoand while gladly introducing new players to the sport..



But Simon was lost. Not to befound! Shortly after theill fated trip and a new difficult route on Denali, Simon had "gotten lost". Or may be he was just hiding out from Jack. What ever happened on that trip, Jack still wanted to climb and Simon was done with it. No hard feelings on ether's part, just a parting of the ways for 30 years. By their own admissions,both would eventually regret that decision immensely.



Simon had literally disappeared for the climbing community by 1982. From England to Australia and finally to Hong Kong. Jack had looked for him with no results and thought Simon dead. As did others. Rumor and comments had the story growing and getting darker over the years. Until the actual ascent itself became a question to many that knew Jack and had looked closely at the North Face of Huntington.



I was interested in the two climbs andin the partnership. After all Jack and Simon inspired my own climbing and my first forays into "fast and light" as much as anyone. As did John Bouchard's climbing in the Alps just prior. And the magical "Stone Master" 1977 season in the Alps. Steve Shea, DickJackson, Jack Roberts, Tobin Sorenson, Todd Eastmanand Mugs Stump among others had been a part of that season in Chamonix..Bouchard's Wild Things packscaught my attention in Mug's tent on the Kahiltna after the Moonflower in '81. That small group of climbers and Bouchard's Wild Things catalogs would have a lastinginfluence on the International alpine climbing community. Much like Chouinard and his contemporaries had earlier and Chouinard Equipment's now classic 1973 catalog.



Before there was "fast and light","disasterstyle alpinism" or even before "night naked".



"Night Naked"?"The last stylistic climax in alpine climbing came in the mid- to late 1980s when many of the 8000- meter peaks were climbed in single-push style, often by new routes. Such climbing was termed "night-naked" by Voytek Kurtyka; he, Jean Troillet, Pierre-Allain Steiner and Erhard Loretan were at the center of adapting this bivouac-less style to the peaks of the Himalaya."



1980 – A four-man team consisting of Polish climbers Voytek Kurtyka, Ludwik Wiczyczynski, Frenchman RenĂ© Ghilini and Scotsman Alex MacIntyre climb the east face, topping out at 7,500 m on the northeast ridge. After a bivouac they descend in a storm.....one of the first clear examples of "night naked".



Jack and Simon had already done Huntington.






Jack Roberts high on the Timeless Face of Huntington, 1978




Truth is these two guys influenced an entiregeneration of climbers long before logos and self promotion popped up in the ever growing climbing community.






Jack again, on Huntington

Simon'sphoto was featured in both Climbing magazine and the AAJ in 1979



http://c498469.r69.cf2.rackcdn.com/1979/robert_hunting_1979_70-80.pdf



http://www.alpinist.com/tcl/email/jr/038.pdf


Much likeSimon, Ihad simply lost touch with all that. I had forgotten who I had first tried to emulate. Who I looked at for "what could be done"and who I REALLY wanted to climb like. Funny how life seems to run in circles if you let it. And not in a bad way. Actually insome of the best ways possible if you can be open to it.



I had beeninterested in the Huntington story. The "Timeless Face" July 2/6 1978, Alaskan Grade 6, 5.9, WI4/5, 5740 vertical feet. And likelyas scary and dangerous as any route on the planet that had actually been climbed.



Rob Newsom, no wall flower himself or one to back off a hard lead commented recently ofseeing Roberts and McCartney high on the face, "as the craziest, most dangerous damn thing ever!" Newsom was skiing down the Ruth whensaw Roberts and McCartney climbing high on the face. He had been directlybelow them and had a box seat to the alpine spectacle. Robhad seen themclimbing on the face, well over halfway up. Thenwhile in camp for several more days with no sign of Simon and Jack by the time his crew flew out, heworriedabout what had happened to them. Roberts and McCartney would losetheir ropes descending the west face, Harvard route, after their North Face climb. The ropes had hung up just below the Nose pitch and abandoned.Turning a difficult decent from analready really difficult climb into a suffer fest of epic proportions. Those same ropes Mark Westman would find years later. Leftjust were the North Face 1st ascent party haddescribed. Westman took note of the find andrecognised that they were verylikely fromRoberts' and McCartney's decent down the West Face. And sure enough,Charlie Porter's original 1978 photos shows Simon and Jack holding ropes of the same colors as the onesfound by Westman in 2005.



Mark Westman, "I found them in '98 but didn't recognise what they were until2005, which was an extremely dry season. I did not see them in2000 as the deep snow below the Nose buried them. They certainly lookedto be decades old. The other thing of course, being so the few people who've been up/down the Harvard, how many other teams could have lost their ropes there? Likely, no one!"






Mark Westman. "1998,Joe Puryear on top of the Nose pitch. Simon's rope on the left stuck in the crack. Marked "my rope" as in "Simon's rope". The white crap is probably Japanese 1976 fixed rope."











This pictureis from 2005 at the base of the Nose pitch (the previous photo is at the top of the pitch). Simon's rope is snaggedand shredded on the left.









Charlie Porter's photo of the lads off to slay the Dragon. With the now tell-tale ropes in tow.







"Jack liked bright colours. He was actuallya California boy at heart. Enough to consider his yellow Gore-Tex shell needed to matchwith his harness and ropes!" But then he wore Hawaiian shirts 24/7/365. "With blonde hair and surfer's tanwe knew he reekedstyle points."




Then there are Robert's and McCartney'sphotographs from high on the face. All of that leaves absolutely no doubtthat they climbed Huntington's North face in 1978.






The summit of the Rooster Comb is in the background,which puts themaround10,000'on the face.2200' below the summit. And 3500' up the North Face of Huntington









Jack seconding Simon's leadwith Dan Beard as the back drop.Upper Left is Dan Beard, upper right is Explorer's Peak and the peaks east of the North fork of the Ruth Glacier. Lower left is the beginning slopes of Peak 11,300'.






When Paul Roderick (the ace TalkeetnaAir Taxi bush pilot), was show the Roberts/McCarney photossaid. "there is no doubt the photos were taken from high on Huntington's North Face.

And the final brick in the wall?



The1978,1st ascent party on the Southeast Spur, Joseph Kaelin, Kent Meneghin, Glenn Randall and Angus M. Thuermer, Jr., reached Huntington's summit on July 9. Three days after Roberts and McCarthney.



This from Angus Thuermerrecently, "On Huntington we had made what we thought was a pretty good accomplishment - especially considering how quickly we got up it. But there was little doubt that the team from the other side had justplucked a plumb. Who wouldn't want to be a swashbuckler with that onhis resume? It was clear where the footprints came from. It wasn't like theytopped out somewhere on the east or west ridge and moseyed up. The came straight to the summit from the north. So our route would be number five, not four."



One has to wonder exactly why Jack never made it so clear. The irrefutable evidence of the first ascent of the "Timeless Face" would have been so easy to provide. May be he had already done it too many times.



Years later Jack had seeminglygiven up on explaining the history of Huntington. He knew he had climbed the face but without Simon to share in the credit he simply didn't care to explain or defend the ascent again and again. He wouldon occasion, when pressed by an eager new Huntington suitor,answer detailed questions about the route and the ascent.When I asked, Jack kindly drew a topo for me a few years ago. I recently had the chance to compare the original topo draw by Jack and Simon shortly after the climb to my "new" topo. Jack'smemory of the exact line through a complicated face hadn't faded over the past 30years. Jack's hand draw topo matches perfectly with Simon's photos of the face from their 1978 base camp.It seemedhoweverJackhad no interest in talking about the climb.



I thought it important that the Huntington climb be documented. Questions raised and put to bed for ever, one way or another.



Mark Twight puts the "Timeless Face" into context and closes one chapter to hopefully only open another on Huntington.



"In the early-80s I discovered Mountain Magazine and the north face of Mount Huntington. I thought the protagonists to be the baddest of the bad-asses. This was about the time the WPODs were active in AK. Those guys scared the shit out of me and I put Roberts in the same category. For a long time I took the ascent at face value and inspiration from it because my own experience taught what may be one when extraordinary conditions and will prevail. But some of Jack's actions off the mountainmade the rumors of doubt easier to believe and I did. Reading Newsom's words was a relief because they meant a climb that inspired me for many years was real, and likely the single ballsiest undertaking in the history of North American climbing."






The "Timeless Face", Huntington




Prior toJack's deathI had decided to find Simon. If he was still alive.



That searchstarted with me posting thismessage on several well read Internet climbing forums:



Feb 12,

"Simon McCartney (UK) and Jack Roberts (USA) did two impressive lines in Alaska together in the late '70s early 80s, the NW face of Huntington in '77 and a new route on the SW face of Denali in '80. Both climbs well ahead of their time in a number of ways.



Simon McCartney virtually disappeared, as far as I know, from the climbing scene after the new route on Denali and final rescue.



Jack Roberts hasn't heard from him in years.

Anyone know Simon's where abouts today?"



The answer: June 16

This is Simon McCartney....



That only took 17 months and hardly any effort. Climbers have a lot in common. Eventually they return in one form or the other to the tribe.'80s climbers? Even more likely they will turn up eventually if they are still breathing :)




"We found Wally!"







Simon McCartney mid "Tuckerman Route", 1st ascent of the SW face of Denali, 1980


CT: Name of thebook you are working on Simon?



Simon: Not sure but the working title might be "Hard Way Up-Hard Way Down.



CT: OK..got me there that seems pretty appropriate if the down includes 3 day with no food!



What ya been doing the last 40 years in 2 sentences or less?



Simon: After Denali I went to meet my sweetheart in Australia to recuperate and fell in love with the place. A year later I started a new life in Sydney. I moved to Hong Kong in '92and am now running my own architectural lighting business with a partner.




CT: Why ya writing the book now... in 3 sentences or less?

To honor my old friend initially but as work progressed I see that there is more to say than just another climber's tale. It is about becoming an adult and the importance of human values.



CT: Favorite drink these days?



Nice crisp Chardonnay with a dash of soda.





CT: And finally from your perspective 30 years on why hasn't anyone repeated either of your and Jack's routes in the Alaska range?



Simon: Not stupid enough? Actually I don't think our SW face route(The "Tuckerman Route" on Denali) has been repeatedbecause it was not well documented and the face has given other first ascentssince then. The timefor repeatsis only (just happening) now.





Denali, SW Face, 1980:




"Jack and Simon have successfully climbed the difficult southwest face in impeccable alpine style, but their rapid ascent has resulted in frostbitten feet for Jack and high-altitude sickness for Simon. Simon is semiconscious inside their tent and is unable to walk. They have been without food and water for two days."

Bob Kandiko, AAJ 1981



But that is another story...waiting to be retold.



Their climb of the "Tuckerman Route" on the SW Face of Denali would prove itself years ahead of its time in technical difficulty and commitment." And as of yet, never fully appreciated in the climbing community.


Good luck with the project Simon!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Autumn at Grand Portage State Park



(Above: High Falls, Grand Portage State Park)

Today's adventure brought me to one of my favorite hikes, the Middle Falls Trail at Grand Portage State Park. With several hundred feet of elevation change each way along the trail and a very rugged trail surface with lots of rocks and tree roots, the Middle Falls Trail is not for everyone. For those that do make the trek, however, its a very rewarding hike.



(Above: Awesome Aspens on the Middle Falls Trail)

Autumn is my favorite time of year to hike this trail. There is a nice variety of color as you progress through the various elevations along the course of the trail. Also, due to its rugged nature and its remote location at the northeast end of Minnesota's north shore, the trail sees relatively little traffic.



(Above: Middle Falls)

(Below: Golden fall colors glow behind the Pigeon River at Middle Falls)



(Below: Looking upstream at Middle Falls)



(Below: "Patterns in wood" - This tree had fallen and blocked the trail, and had been cut by a chainsaw crew. This cool pattern in the wood was revealed after being cut by the chainsaw.)



(Below: Trapped at Middle Falls)

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Maxey circular - via Peakirk, Glinton, Etton








Led by me. With Barry and Eddie. Lunch at the Ruddy Duck. Very flat, dry underfoot. Good weather with a fair amount of sun. Around 10.5 miles [ I had a few hundred yards when garmin was switched off - hence my maximum walking speed of - 146 miles per hour!]


Tuckers Nook - an irresistible street name, quiet, somewhere to park unobtrusively, before booting up and crossing the High Street to Quarry Lane. We turn right to follow the public footpath, then take the clear track around the west and south sides of the quarry area.



Maxey Quarry lies to the South of the village and now consists of lakes attractive to wildfowl, guarded byplenty of signs warning of quicksand, and the dangers of deep cold water.




It doesn't look too inviting

We join the track which comes from Woodgate Road, just before the bridge over Maxey Cut. This track soon heads east past some sand and gravel workings.






On the lakes we see grebe, coots, ducks and a vast number of swans, among half submerged willows.









The track crosses the minor road to Etton and arrives at the A15, where there is a choice of culvert-style tunnels below the road.




Just big enough to walk through upright.

The track continues to the east of the A15, and meets Lincoln Road, between Glinton and Northborough at the Nine Bridges Viaduct - road over water. We counted sixteen arches.



There's a man in a car labelled Traffic Survey - the job doesn't look too arduous, and he's not even counting pedestrians. We turn right and immediately left, and pick up a permissive footpath which takes us to the side of the Cut.



We turn right and walk as far as a bridge carrying a footpath. There's a heron fishing.

















It really isn't bothered by our presence. We turn right along the footpath, reach the Mile Drove Road, then turn along North Fen Road. We walk as far as the bridge with a display board about John Clare. For a gentle introduction to his work have a look at this blog.



A few hundred yards later, our footpath goes off to the left just before the first houses in Glinton.



We walk along until the path turns right than left, and now we have a possible alternative route. It's that sort of day - we'll try the other path via the course of the Car Dyke. We overshoot, then return. We come out in Peakirk just by the magnificent, nay splendid, Old Rectory. A left turn along a narrow footpath brings us to St Pega's church, with its open bell-tower and medieval wall paintings. This is very much a hidden gem, nestled among the trees, and with no tower or spire advertising its presence from a distance.














We've walked about 5 miles by now. Next stop the Ruddy Duck for a bite to eat. Then by street and pavement to Glinton, with a brief nod to Mary Joyce's grave. She was John Clare's first sweetheart. Their romance was thwarted because her family would not accept him socially. Alas, she died single at the age of 41, in a house fire. Here's a poemClare wrote about her - before her death.



I can take John Clare's poems in small doses, but he had strong ideas about the changing countryside and its people, and was very much against the enclosure of common land. His tragic life and depression caused him to be locked in an asylum for some time.




Glinton church










Relaxed goat










On we stride along a street which leads directly to a footbridge over the A15. This must be the highest we've been above sea-level all day. We continue at the side of a field of yellow rape flowers, to the turn to Etton, a very small village, with a pub, a fair few horses, and the claim to have won the "Best Kept Village" competition at least three times.




Etton church

We've spied a route that looks better than tramping the hard road back to Maxey, and turn left along another dyke, near a road bridge.





With the help of our map, we wend our way back towards Maxey, meeting several dog-walkers - I think they are vital in keeping some of these paths open to the public!

We return to Maxey along Woodgate Road, and return to the car.


A day of wide skies, long views and plenty of water.




Wildlife:

Grebes doing a bit of a courtship dance, a heron staying obligingly still, terns, swallows and a very loud robin in Maxey.



A recent Countryfile programme includes a section on John Clare. It's about 12 minutes into the programme.