I'd done some hiking and climbing over the years, esp. in Idaho, and even taught Rock Climbing between teaching Scuba classes in 1975-'76, but never really got into it. Then, for some reason, in 2002 the bug bit me....and it bit hard. Here's the story....still a favorite memory:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YpUyMJBqSXj9aycWGKc-FYVQhjx3NDQM-8XAQ7RWWok/edit?usp=sharing
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Nice Pics
Great Climb
Thanks.
Thank you.
"That which is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow. That is the whole of the law. The rest is commentary."
Rabbi Hillel (c20 BCE)
I talked to one very attractive young lady who'd rode the tram up and was waiting for her boyfriend, who'd started at the bottom of the mountain much earlier. From there, they would summit the peak together. He made a frequent habit of climbing the entire <11,000 ft by himself - no tram. I was bombed after climbing ~2,200 ft.
I surely do love climbing now, tho'. There's nothing quite like the feeling when you top out on a difficult summit.....and they're mostly difficult. You take in a huge breath and you own the world. It's addictive. All are beautiful.
I watch adventure documentaries whenever I can to pass the time on the trainer in the basement and your story reminded me of this guy.
Check it out on streaming.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05RiYBruHpU
I asked around some to try and find out about that smaller in-the-ground place/thing below Hope's house and no one I spoke with had even noticed it, let alone know anything about it.
Storage ?? Basement ?? Guest house ?? Bomb shelter ?? Stilll don't know.