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As I get older I seem to be more aware of the people who have passed through my life. Instead of things drifting away into the blur of time, they seem to become more sharply focused. This is especially true of people who are no longer here (read that as alive). My grandparents, both my parents, my high school roommate Barry who died in a car wreck, a guitarist friend Simon from music school who passed from cancer, a dear woman friend Carrie who was killed in an accident in LA and more recently Rand, a friend and climbing partner who took his own life a bit over a year ago.
I don't want you to think that I dwell on these things or obsess about these people, but occasionally when I do remember them images come into a very sharp focus. I can clearly remember the faces of all of these and other people whom I have known and were close to. In the case of Rand, we climbed, hiked and biked together over the several years that he and his family lived in North Conway. While I would have to admit that we were not extremely close friends, we were together enough to talk about our lives and our families and to some extent our plans for the future. In many ways our relationship was like my high school roommate, Barry. While we didn't share the deep thoughts, we chattered incessantly. Barry had an easy smile and was fun to be around. When we did things together he always shouldered his share of whatever burden without complaint. To this day I can picture him on the other side of the canoe filled with gear as we hauled it down an embankment into the lake in Milledgeville Georgia in 1964. I can see the same kind of image of Rand riding up Hurricane Mountain Road on our mountain bikes, him following me on numerous pitches with a huge grin on his face and me trying to keep up with him as we hiked up into Huntington Ravine one early season even with him carrying the heavier pack.
Of course in this day and age we do have more physical images of people we know. Digital photography has certainly made that easier. Occasionally when looking through my archives for something, I come across unrelated images that trigger memories. Here are a few of Rand that I came across yesterday:
I am sure that there are lots of other folks who have similar memories and images of Rand and of other friends who are no longer with us. People are ephemeral beings. As we live longer some pass though and out of our lives, and yet we continue. It is the way of the world and of human life. In my opinion is these memories we have of those that are gone that keeps their spirits alive in some way.
RIP old friends...
Ice Conditions Report:
Selected Ice Conditions effective March 21, 2024
I can't actually say that there is nothing out there that can't be climbed. That would be foolish. But for the average, or a little above average climber, that's probably correct. That said, I did hear that there is climbable ice on Parasol in Dixville Notch. Not sure how that will be after we get a foot of heavy wet snow on Saturday. Regardless, here's a few pix I took today just to document things.
Huntington Ravine
AVALANCHE
Repentance
OUT
Standard Route
OUT
Dracula
OUT
For the full current conditions report, CLICK
HERE
The Climbing Rags Revisited:
There is a reason why I have quit subscribing to the climbing magazines a couple of years ago and here is another one. In this weeks "Tuesday eBlast" newsletter from Rock & Ice, editor Andrew Bisharat states in part:
"Ice climbing reached the pinnacle of its difficulty years ago -and just like Twitter, Sarah Palin or anything pointlessly stupid, it has no viable future. Perhaps a serious whack of global warming could kick some life into the sport, and then getting up any of the few remaining ice routes before they collapse on top of you would be like trying to escape the Temple of Doom. Instead of First Ascents, the magazine would report on Last Ascents, assuming that people still read magazines then and the world doesn't look like The Road. "
Sheesh...get a life Andrew.
Bug Report:
When the wind is blowing and you're out of the woods all is well with the world. Deep in the woods or on a breezeless day it's a whole 'nother story. The blackflies are starting to get bad so bring the dope. On top of that the ticks are everywhere, even in the grass in my back yard. Got three when just picking up sticks from the last storm. You've been warned!
Mobile Version Of NEClimbs:
Up on one of the Mount Washington Valley's finest crags and want to know what that climb you're looking at is? Or maybe you're on your way up from Boston and want to check out the Ice Report for your upcoming weekend plans. Or more likely, you're at work just want to daydream about your next adventure. Well if you have a smart phone handy, you can get to NEClimbs from anywhere you have cell service. While it doesn't offer every single feature of the site and it's not an "app", in mobile form, it does do a whole lot and is very useful. Here is the live link to the mobile version of NEClimbs:
Check it out and if you have issues on your specific phone, please feel free to let me know.
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Remember - climb hard, ride the steep stuff, stay safe and above all BE NICE,
Al Hospers
The White Mountain Report
North Conway, New Hampshire
You put up with the grind of work or school as long as you can or is required. But then, one day, the phone rings one too many times, or the line at the gas pumps seems unending. The air smells bad. The food foul. 'Enough of this' you cry. You grab your ice tools and are gone.
Climbing is a very dangerous sport. You can get hurt or even kill yourself. When you go climbing, you do so of your own free will. Everything on this site is to be taken with a grain of salt. Don't blame us if you get up some totally heinous route, in over your head and fall and hurt yourself.