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It was a warm night. My crew was spike camped next to a fireline outside of Red River NM. It was just before dawn and the smoke was hanging around. It was warm enough that everyone was just sleeping out on the ground. I headed out into the trees to take a leak. On the way back I stumbled over some branches or brush or something and my buddy woke up from a deep sleep, looked up from about 20 or 30 yards away to see this dark figure stumbling out of the woods headed toward him. He said with my long ratty hair, my black face in the hanging smoke from that distance he woke up from a dream and honestly thought I was bigfoot coming to eat him :biggrin: . From then on I was YetiMan on the fire crew. The fact that I'm basicly a large, dirty, foul animal sort of reinforced the whole thing, as did the fact that I had a coyote who went with me everywhere for a while.
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I'm a whore for props. After finishing a rad run down the Roman Wall (the name for the top 1500' of the C-D route on Mt. Baker), I pulled up to a small party of cliimbers. The 14 year old girl, responding properly, turned to her dad and said, "well, is that extreme skiing, or what?". Her dad gave me a wave of dismissal and explained, "Nah, that's just a Baker Bunny!" :tdo13:
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