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M's, Juniper's, Lowen’s, and Inge’s Grandpa
Jerry,
That reminded me of climbing with a friend Sam Johnson north of Santa Rosa. He ‘named’ the trees we climbed. One day we started in a Coast Redwood which had four dead, dry tops where it had grown above the moist coastal valley’s humidity. One of the tops was teetering and ready to fall, so it was called ‘Triceratops’
The next tree was a tall Doug Fir. Shot a line up and he went up first to set our lines. By the time he got to his TIP he started screaming and bailed, covered in ants. We moved on, after naming it ‘Ants in Your Pants’.
That reminded me of climbing with a friend Sam Johnson north of Santa Rosa. He ‘named’ the trees we climbed. One day we started in a Coast Redwood which had four dead, dry tops where it had grown above the moist coastal valley’s humidity. One of the tops was teetering and ready to fall, so it was called ‘Triceratops’
The next tree was a tall Doug Fir. Shot a line up and he went up first to set our lines. By the time he got to his TIP he started screaming and bailed, covered in ants. We moved on, after naming it ‘Ants in Your Pants’.