Originally Posted by
californiagrown
I had an old guy in his 80s down the street from me growing up, looked like Santa. One day he was walking by and saw 11 yr old me and my dad loading up the car for a camping trip and he asked if we could use any extra camping equipment. Turns out the guy was like an OG mountaineer in the Cascades and Sierra and had a garage full of mountaineering equipment from the 60s and 70s including a fuckton of maps, guides, and books from the 40s, 50's and 60's that i made sure to keep. Some of those maps have some pretty gnarly routes marked in on them. I still have some of the stuff he gave me like the camp pots/utensils, a tent, the shitter trowel and some paracord. I even had his big fluffy down bag (drycleaned) for many years but lost it during college.
Moral of the story, is that if you have cool shit, and your family doesnt want it, find a youth group to pass it down to. Theyll be stoked.