Timbuk2 wrote:Made me think about Wilbur Wiles.
I met him a few times. In fact, some of the equipment used was his old stuff he had used a decade and a half earlier in the same area with Maurice H. (same pack, tree climbing spurs, and the dart gun, Nat'l Geographic, November '69).
I was there seasonally across four years, mostly the summers, since I was cheaper than a grad student at the time apparently, the UofI needed two people in the summer for safety reasons, I was tall enough to easily pass for 18 as long as I kept my mouth closed around people who thought that was important, and I was highly motivated.
And lucky. Very very lucky.
I'm continuing to scan slides. There are thousands. Almost all of them require a long pause.
Shoring up the Taylor strip. After we felled them, I floated logs down one at a time, log rolling to keep them from getting sucked into the current. I had just fallen off the log after getting it spinning too fast- I didn't have corks, just some adidas tennis shoes for the job. We dragged the logs up with the University's mares.

Putting up hay.

Lots of archaeological sites in just about every drainage or bar.

A big kitty just before getting a half dose of ketamine.

The rewards of long climbs up out out of the hot canyons.

