I hate the web. On the other hand, I love some of the stuff, that sometimes finds its way to me thru the ether of the web. Anything to do with Kids, cats, skateboarding, and snowboarding. This blog/diary is a way of communicating with my grandchildren, family, and friends, and so yes it is utile. Kids climbing, yea. When do Kids not climb? I climb, therefore I am still a Kid, right on. The family Raboutou is, it seems, a climbing family. Mum and dad, both great climbing champs, and now Brooke and Shawn just like them, except more didi than Didier. Check them out on the web at Hueco tanks, made me happy. I got on the phone talked to my grand Kids, and got them watching. Their Mum, Katie climbed just like these Kids, when she was a Kid, straight arms, week, all akimbo, and forging onwards with gusto. Yesterday I climbed like that on a route and nearly got it, climb like a kid, that’s what I say. Mr Raboutou has always impressed me with his strength, apart from his flawless technique. He was a native of Ariege where I now live, and is typical of the region, strong and straight.
Kidding. By Stevie Haston
Here’s a couple of my favorite bits of Kidding:
Scottish Mixed being pure *****
Ground up ascents that have been abbed and checked****
Ground up ascents that are actually Mat up ascents****
Mixed routes in Scotland that have less ice than a cocktail****
Discreet climbers that have helicopters in attendance****
Being thought a good climber in Britain when you would be rubbish in Europe****
Climbing E2 and having an opinion on climbing****
Climbing lower than grade 6 and having an opinion****
Climbing lower than grade 3 and having an opinion****
The list could go on.
Banning climbing on cliffs because of birds, which are not even there****
Bears in the Pyrenees, when we don’t want them****
Wolfs being reintroduced when we don’t want them****
The so called War in Iraq***********
Oh sorry that one’s not Kidding, that’s an outrageous, shameful war crime.