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TIME-LIFE: THE AMERICAN WILDERNESS



I have looked through a lot of old books about camping, the outdoors, etc., and I have yet to find any that are as good looking as the Time-Life: American Wilderness series. Pictures and writing are both wonderful. (Ed Abbey edited the “Cactus Country” edition.) The best part about these book is that they’re not too hard to find at your local thrift/used book shop, but if you’re not near one of those, go on over to your favorite online auctioneer and pick a few out.

Y’all have some of these? Got a favorite?

Cold Splinters Survey: Getting Back To Your Car

It’s always a bittersweet moment getting back to your car after a few days in the woods/desert/prairie. You’ve accomplished something – even if it meant walking a few hundred yards, starting a fire, then drinking yourself to sleep – but you’ve also got to get back into a big piece of metal that will most definitely be either too hot or too cold for comfort. You take off your muddy clothes, put on less muddy ones, and drive a group of aching bones back to wherever it is you call home. But no matter how badly you wish you had one more day of eating apples and cinnamon oatmeal from an enamel bowl while watching the sun come up, you finally have a chance to play (BLAST) the song you’ve had in your head since the second you stepped on the trail.

Last week I carelessly asked how y’all prepare your coffee in the morning, and was surprised, shocked even, that so many people commented. I thought it’d be fun to do something like that again, because as I’m sure you must know by now, you are all much more interesting than I am and your answers show it. So hopefully you’ll take part in this one too and not make me feel like a fool when the comment section reads “0.”

What album do you put on when you get back to the car from a good hike?

MP3: Free Beer – Cruisin

The Big Wind

Sad news. New Hampshire’s Mount Washington has officially lost its distinction as the site of the fastest wind gust ever recorded on Earth. On April 12, 1934, 231 mph winds graced the top of the mountain, the highest point in the Eastern United States. Before the Europeans arrived, Mount Washington was known as Agiocochook, or “home of the Great Spirit.”

Three days ago, the World Meteorological Organization posted a snippet on its website saying a panel of experts reviewing extreme weather and climate data turned up a 253 mph gust on Australia’s Barrow Island during Cyclone Olivia in 1996.

“It’s obviously a big disappointment. Having the world record for over six decades was such a part of the soul of this organization and for fans of Mount Washington around the country,” said Scot Henley, the Mount Washington Observatory’s executive director.

Mount Washington still holds the record for the Northern and Western hemispheres. Although that doesn’t sound nearly as cool as the title it lost, the “highest wind gust ever recorded on the surface of the Earth by means of an anemometer.” (via)

The Scout

The Scout is a bronze statue of Buffalo Bill Cody outside the Buffalo Bill Historical Center in Cody, Wyoming. The project was initiated by Cody’s niece and was sculpted by Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney in 1924. The statue stands on a large stone base, meant to represent nearby Cedar Mountain, which Cody chose as his gravesite. Unfotunately, Cody was buried, against his wishes, at Lookout Mountain in Colorado.

The statue’s full title is Buffalo Bill – The Scout and was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1974.

Mahavishnu

Rothco

It’s very probable that the desert canteens, first aid kits, WWII mechanic sweaters, henleys and backpacks at your local army surplus store were made by Long Island’s Rothco. The company started in Manhattan over 50 years ago and is now “America’s foremost wholesale supplier of military and outdoor products.” Whether or not that’s true, I don’t know, but they sure do make some damn handsome camping gear. And I’m sure their canteens are BPA free…

Outdoor Retailer

I spent the weekend driving back and forth between Salt Lake City and Park City, stuffing my face with food, drooling over various camping/hiking this and thats and meeting the great people that I’ve been emailing with over the past few years of this Cold Splinters thing. It was an exciting couple of days.

One thing I didn’t anticipate was the baby/puppy effect that my Vasques (not the Sundowners, but the pair pictured above in their original Ebay glamour shot) were going to have while walking the floor at OR. As much as I really don’t want to admit that or even recognize it, it was pretty amazing how many people started conversation with me because of those boots.

You’d think that if a pair of boots had such an effect on a group of campers/hikers/guys with kilts/nerds, then maybe a certain company would bring some old models back into their mix…

Eustace Conway

Eustace Conway painting by Michael Gaughan

IME

On the way to and from climbing last weekend, we repeatedly passed North Conway, NH’s one-stop shop for climbing and all things outdoors, International Mountain Equipment Inc. Opened in 1974, IME was bought in 1979 by Rick Wilcox, who has been president of the Mountain/Rescue Service, Inc. of New Hampshire, served as secretary to the American Alpine Club under three presidents and for six years was a director of the American Mountain Guides Association. He knows his climbing.

IME’s ground level and upstairs are filled with an amazing selection of climbing gear, camping gear and Tibetan prayer flags and garments, but to be completely honest, it was the little red corner of the store’s sign that made me want to get out of the car. The bottom floor of IME is a consignment shop, filled with old hiking boots, vintage backpacks from deceased New Hampshire and Maine outdoor companies and loads of clothes. And the stuff is cheap. Real cheap. Much to my dismay, my camera decided to stop working for a few hours because of the cold it was exposed to on the mountain, so I couldn’t grab any photos, but if you’re around that area anytime in the near future, don’t forget to poke your head in and leave with a pair of wafflestompers the size of your face.

OR

Y’all, I’m leaving early Friday morning for a quick jaunt to Salt Lake City for OR. If you’re going to be there, drop me a line so we can try to find a way to get a beer. See you in Utah.