January 1985 on Mt. San Gorgonio in Southern California. It was my second time up there in winter as part of a high school trip. I was 16. I had these horrible crampons that kept falling off no matter what I did. They had a single strap over the toe area and another single strap that went from the back of the heel, over your instep, and back to the heel. If they were at all loose, they'd pop off instantly and rattle down whatever hill I was climbing. It was a pain for others to have to descend and fetch my crampon while I balanced on one leg, and it could be really scary for me. I made leashes out of cotton shoelaces so the crampons wouldn't slide when they fell off. At the time I was too naive to realize that I should change the straps. I thought there was only one design.
In spite of the crampon problems, I was having a great time! The photo was taken in the morning while we were putting on our gear. I was about to start rubbing the ice off the shoelace so I could tie it on.