Grab your bear can or camp chair, kick your feet up and chew the fat about anything Sierra Nevada related that doesn't quite fit in any of the other forums. Within reason, (and the HST rules and guidelines) this is also an anything goes forum. Tell stories, discuss wilderness issues, music, or whatever else the High Sierra stirs up in your mind.
Bishop Creek, 1965: Me (left), my twin brother (middle), and a younger brother (right). I liked getting dirty in those days too.
My father took this photo. His parents used to take him to the Eastern Sierra in the 1930s. They went to South Lake (out of Bishop) every year to fish and camp. In 1965, he took us to Chocolate Lake, my first backpacking trip. I've been hooked ever since.
My family's spiritual home is in the Eastern Sierra. Four generations of us have been traipsing around the place since the 1930s. I introduced my kids to Sierra backpacking and they love it too.
Earliest photo of me hiking - 10th grade school trip to the Vosges Mountains in France in May 1979 - I'm the one on the bottom right looking for the rest of the class. The planners of this trip had no idea that there still can be a lot of snow on the trails at 3500 feet in May... I still think the experience on this trip was the seed of everything I do outdoors to this day. We LOVED it, as cold and wet as we were when we finally made it to the youth hostel. Rental canvas backpack, regular daily wear boots, jeans, corduroy jackets, nylon wind breaker (before DWR was invented).
Last edited by fishmonger on Tue Mar 12, 2013 2:27 pm, edited 1 time in total.
GD, are sure thats not a boy scout on the other side of the litter?
"On this proud and beautiful mountain we have lived hours of fraternal, warm and exalting nobility. Here for a few days we have ceased to be slaves and have really been men. It is hard to return to servitude."
-- Lionel Terray