I'm sorting through shoeboxes I've stuffed under beds and in the back of cupboards for years, and they're full of old photographs of young versions of old farts climbing classic old routes. There must be loads of these out there, so let's see your best ones.
Up a rotting bolt ladder though a roof at an old Narrowneck camping cave: No lead rope, no belay, no idea really. Original Whillans harness. Using mild steel bolt plates I had Dad make for me, then various bits of gear which my girlfriend lobbed up between snapping photos. |