....of my early days in climbing huts in Wales where men were men and sheep trod warily. Everything was curried: cornflakes, rice pudding, fruit. If it wasn't curried, you weren't a real climber.
Eloquent and frighteningly reminiscent piece.
better to see once :)
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of the days when I called myself rich if I had 3 pizza crusts in my jacket pocket, or later of some days scamming food at the Yosemite Cafeteria. Of course I was just "slumming" then ;-).
This "careful reader" enjoyed the fare, having sideled up to the trough at the climbers ranch myself! Drew eats like a horse though!
Glad you enjoyed. Who is Drew?
Drew is like the resident manager there, about 6`4" lanky but muscular, and I think his stride is like 3 yards long [impossible for my short legs to keep up], but anyways I offered him some of the breakfast buttitos that I was making, he had 2 and had them both down before I had half of mine eaten. He is a great guy!
I'm just back from a day of climbing fueled by the "Big" special at IHOP. This is pretty standard fare: http://www.summitpost.org/view_object.php?object_id=292206&context_id=292189
Great article btw!