My dad, Hellmut Schmid and one of his buddies (the one "hydrating"). Probably 1935 in the Ortler region. If anyone recognizes the background, let me know. None of Dad's pictures were captioned and I am slowly trying to figure out where they were taken. Since I have his climbing log, I will know when.
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[ Post a Comment ]| rickford | Wow! | | 
Voted 10/10 | This is a great photo! I wish I had alpinists in my family! Love the album | | Posted Jul 21, 2008 2:42 pm |
| MOCKBA | A story then, | | 
Voted 10/10 | from my Dad. So they had a joint French-Soviet climb in the Bezengis, and the French summiters pulled a little bottle of red wine and they toasted the summit and it was pretty darn cool. Next time there is no Frenchmen anymore but our guys are, like, we could have this class too.
First of all it takes a 20km pre-climb hike to town to fetch wine. Which happens to be foil-capped 0.7 fortified faux-port, cuz there is no other wine in the store. They summit, pretty darn tired, take a sip and the stuff tastes like ink it probably is made of. There is no cork though, and it's a bad omen to spill the wine, so what the heck, the guys finish up the whole bottle. The descent is a nightmare. Back in the camp, a word of wisdom: "Let's the French have their French ways, and we better stick to ours" :) | | Posted Jul 21, 2008 3:05 pm |
 | | Moni | Re: A story then, | | 
Hasn't voted | Good Story! | | Posted Jul 21, 2008 4:36 pm |
| | Arthur Digbee | wonderful story! | | 
Voted 10/10 | But shouldn't the Russians have brought vodka? | | Posted Jul 24, 2008 3:24 pm |
| | MOCKBA | Re: wonderful story! | |
Voted 10/10 | Thanks Arthur. Vodka's a complicated story. Rooted in tradition but then climbing mountains is not, and thank goodness, drinking vodka up there never caught up. Anyway the point of the tale was "oh these cool things the French do so naturally ... and we can't, and not for the lack of trying" :)
I have a somewhat related story about trying to emulate the Enlightened Ways, from my own Utah experience. It wasn't as bad a flop though. So we went to Ibapah and Wheeler with two local Mormon guys. For the first camp in Granite Creek, I packed a mini-grill with Delmonico steaks and some Aussie shiraz. My pals were very impressed. It's like, we are from old Mormon familes ... in our circles, if there any alcohol at a campout, it is Bud. We just gotta try the High Style again! So on the way to GBNP we are trying to find some meat and some red wine for a replay. That's the Western Desert, not exactly a shopper's paradise, but we finally buy ultra cheapo (but now with the desert markup :O) California Cabernet and off-brand franks. The verdict? It works too, pretty well actually after a long hike... | | Posted Jul 24, 2008 8:17 pm |
| | Moni | My own story - sort of | |
Hasn't voted | Fred and I had had a long day with very bad weather on Mont Blanc, but had been successful and descended down to the Tete Rouse hut. There was a Czech there with horrible snow blindness. I've had it, so I know how bad he feels and what to do about it, so I doctor him as best I can. Out comes the real, top quality Slivowitz. Fred goes to bed, but the Czechs, hut warden and I have a very grand time of it. | | Posted Jul 25, 2008 10:54 pm |
| cp0915 | Vintage shot | | 
Voted 10/10 | Made cooler by it being your dad in the photo! | | Posted Sep 22, 2009 1:38 pm |
| | Moni | Re: Vintage shot | |
Hasn't voted | Thanks! I love these old pictures of him and his buddies in the mountains! | | Posted Sep 23, 2009 9:41 am |
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