thanks ram/that’s good reading/ western wyoming got slammed by a major snow storm last night/i’ve got 14″+ of windblown snow on a quarter mile of driveway/high- centered my truck backing the first twenty feet out of the garage/lots of high revving just to get it back indoors/i’m going to have to wait for mr. plow/ QUESTION IS;does anyone know of sandstone slots in western wyoming?/i’m thinking maybe the flaming gorge area/and isn’t there some sandstone in the dubois or lander area?/
— In Yahoo Canyons Group, “adkramoo”
— In Yahoo Canyons Group, “davewyo1”
is there a place in the archives where i can read the story of the
naming of das boot?/
here ya go Dave. Enjoy
Das Boot – The Story My friend Ram and I were descending Mystery one > October day and we come upon two ropes still set up at Mystery > spring. After dropping them, we proceeded to the drop into the Virgin > and find a 3-ply 18mm rope leading to the drop. So now we carry out > 600 feet of wet rope and inquire at the ranger station if any one > reported stuck ropes. Nope. Later that week we get a call from L, a > podiatrist, who says “hey I heard you found my ropes, can you send > one back to Vegas?” Certainly, but how did they get there? Well, L > and the boys decided to do Mystery at night, rapping with hand held > flash lights, held in their teeth. OK. Our kind of people. Since I > was going there in a few weeks for a trade show, I said I’d leave > them at the hotel desk. One thing led to another and L and I made > plans to descend the upper middle of Left creek and then finish with > the Subway. Now we are heading in in mid November at 6000+ feet and L > does not want to rent a wet suit. Very bad idea. Most are convinced > that he will die if he does not suit and eventually he is persuaded > to get a suit and all appears well. Appears, that is. So we meet and > head up after getting the requisite permit and we start hiking in a > foot of snow to the start. Now I was happy to just find the start as > I had only been there once with Ram and was not paying particular > attention. So I’m suiting up, including the taco wrap and eating all > I can find and L. is waiting for me in his hiking clothes. Let’s get > ready I say and he tells me he is hot and won’t be putting on his wet > suit. A little bit of arguing and I point out that shiny stuff in the > water is ICE and get your suit on! Finally he relents (partly) and > puts the top of his farmer john on and this whole trip is going down > hill, fast. So I’m tired of this and get ready to go and realize he > has no neo socks on. L states that he has done many canyons before > and knows what he is doing. Timing? Well, June and July, mostly. You > are in for a treat, I say. So in we plunge and 20 minutes later I > hear “duh, duh dddave, I’m cold”. No shit, and this is ice swirling > around you. How cold? I can’t feel my legs. About what one should > expect, your body is working fine, let’s go. No, he has to put on his > bottoms. So this takes 20 minutes and despite my aerobic exercises I > go from cool to cold. Now my panties are in a wad. L is slow and > stumbling a little (we know what this means) and to keep him moving I > keep slipping around corners ahead of him just letting him catch a > glance of me. Finally we come to a place with that white winter sun > and L comes up and falls face first into the stream and does not get > up. I notice that he has one boot on and a sock on the other foot. I > pick his head out of the water and ask him where his other boot > is. “I duh, duh, don’t know” he says slowly. So we still have more of > this canyon segment and then 8 miles of the subway including the hike > out and L has one boot. Unacceptable I state. If you hike with me, > you hike with two boots. Go get it. I don’t know where it is he > stutters. So how long have you not had a boot? “I dunno. I can’t feel > my feet” Neo socks rule, I guess. So I go back and poke around in the > last pool and find no boot. Probably not tied on well when he > changed. Damn. What am I going to do with a hypothermic bimbo and > miles to go? Does death become him? Nah. Hike. And shortly we come to > the final rap of the narrows and I try to puzzle out the best way > with hypo L. Me first? Him first? Just toss his sorry ass into the > pool? So I put him on rappel and then I go down and get ready to > fireman him in case of mistake. But of course he has to rap down the > snow covered slope in his sock. So it’s pretty obvious that this > canyon is over if we can get out. I go through his pack and make a > boot out a stuff sack and my two socks and figure that if we can exit > the Russell Gulch entrance then maybe this will end, mercifully. So > up we go and L begins to warm and come out of his stupor. Sun is > shining, snow is melting and all is well. We get back to the car and > I give L my card and he begins to weep as the import of the day > becomes clear – and the card is titled “Let’s Adventure”. So how the > name Das Boot? A podiatrist losing his boot in the narrows. Lessons > are obvious. Pitney >
davewyo1
that’s strange…if i ever go out to a bar i usually drop by the calico and bump into an acquaintence(dick)and he is my source for caving info/as you say,the conversation is often vague as to location/to say “in the gros ventres”is like saying”near lake powell”/can’t help but wonder if it’s the same person/i’ll ask him his last name next time i see him/i can almost guess which barstool he’ll be sitting in…/
— In Yahoo Canyons Group, steve mestdagh wrote:
— davewyo1 wrote:
> them gros ventres(sounds like”gro vants”)is BIG!could you be more
specific?
Unfortunately not. Haven’t explored the Gros Ventres myself. I bumped > into an old friend (Dick DuMais) in Jackson a few years back. Turns out > he’s not climbing much anymore, just caving. You know how cavers are > … Vague > -s
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— davewyo1 davewyo@hotmail.com> wrote:
> them gros ventres(sounds like”gro vants”)is BIG!could you be more > specific?
Unfortunately not. Haven’t explored the Gros Ventres myself. I bumped into an old friend (Dick DuMais) in Jackson a few years back. Turns out he’s not climbing much anymore, just caving. You know how cavers are … Vague -s
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them gros ventres(sounds like”gro vants”)is BIG!could you be more specific?/hoback and granite canyons have some small pockets and such/and the canyons around snow king have a few small caves,but i’ve never gone up the gros ventre river searching for caves/there’s some sandstone up there but it hasn’t paid out in slots/mostly towers with very steep sand in between/
there’s a lot of exploration of the limestone around the lander area for high-end climbing/sinks canyon is cool/there’s a bit of caving going on in the limestone(some secret ones)on the idaho side of the tetons/and there’s probably some activity in the cody area(by what i can see by just driving up the highway)/
— In Yahoo Canyons Group, steve mestdagh wrote:
Don’t forget the Wyoming limestone. I don’t think the limestone layer > around Lander is thick enough for decent slots but there’s a lot of > cave exploration going on in the Gros Ventre range. > -s
— davewyo1 wrote:
> thanks ram/that’s good reading/
western wyoming got slammed by a major snow storm last night/i’ve
got 14″+ of windblown snow on a quarter mile of driveway/high-
centered my truck backing the first twenty feet out of the
garage/lots of high revving just to get it back indoors/i’m going to
have to wait for mr. plow/
QUESTION IS;does anyone know of sandstone slots in western
wyoming?/i’m thinking maybe the flaming gorge area/and isn’t there
some sandstone in the dubois or lander area?/
— In Yahoo Canyons Group, “adkramoo” wrote:
— In Yahoo Canyons Group, “davewyo1” wrote:
is there a place in the archives where i can read the story of
the
naming of das boot?/
here ya go Dave. Enjoy
Das Boot – The Story My friend Ram and I were descending Mystery
one
> October day and we come upon two ropes still set up at Mystery
> spring. After dropping them, we proceeded to the drop into the
Virgin
> and find a 3-ply 18mm rope leading to the drop. So now we carry
out
> 600 feet of wet rope and inquire at the ranger station if any one
> reported stuck ropes. Nope. Later that week we get a call from L,
a
> podiatrist, who says “hey I heard you found my ropes, can you send
> one back to Vegas?” Certainly, but how did they get there? Well, L
> and the boys decided to do Mystery at night, rapping with hand
held
> flash lights, held in their teeth. OK. Our kind of people. Since I
> was going there in a few weeks for a trade show, I said I’d leave
> them at the hotel desk. One thing led to another and L and I made
> plans to descend the upper middle of Left creek and then finish
with
> the Subway. Now we are heading in in mid November at 6000+ feet
and L
> does not want to rent a wet suit. Very bad idea. Most are
convinced
> that he will die if he does not suit and eventually he is
persuaded
> to get a suit and all appears well. Appears, that is. So we meet
and
> head up after getting the requisite permit and we start hiking in
a
> foot of snow to the start. Now I was happy to just find the start
as
> I had only been there once with Ram and was not paying particular
> attention. So I’m suiting up, including the taco wrap and eating
all
> I can find and L. is waiting for me in his hiking clothes. Let’s
get
> ready I say and he tells me he is hot and won’t be putting on his
wet
> suit. A little bit of arguing and I point out that shiny stuff in
the
> water is ICE and get your suit on! Finally he relents (partly) and
> puts the top of his farmer john on and this whole trip is going
down
> hill, fast. So I’m tired of this and get ready to go and realize
he
> has no neo socks on. L states that he has done many canyons before
> and knows what he is doing. Timing? Well, June and July, mostly.
You
> are in for a treat, I say. So in we plunge and 20 minutes later I
> hear “duh, duh dddave, I’m cold”. No shit, and this is ice
swirling
> around you. How cold? I can’t feel my legs. About what one should
> expect, your body is working fine, let’s go. No, he has to put on
his
> bottoms. So this takes 20 minutes and despite my aerobic exercises
I
> go from cool to cold. Now my panties are in a wad. L is slow and
> stumbling a little (we know what this means) and to keep him
moving I
> keep slipping around corners ahead of him just letting him catch a
> glance of me. Finally we come to a place with that white winter
sun
> and L comes up and falls face first into the stream and does not
get
> up. I notice that he has one boot on and a sock on the other foot.
I
> pick his head out of the water and ask him where his other boot
> is. “I duh, duh, don’t know” he says slowly. So we still have more
of
> this canyon segment and then 8 miles of the subway including the
hike
> out and L has one boot. Unacceptable I state. If you hike with me,
> you hike with two boots. Go get it. I don’t know where it is he
> stutters. So how long have you not had a boot? “I dunno. I can’t
feel
> my feet” Neo socks rule, I guess. So I go back and poke around in
the
> last pool and find no boot. Probably not tied on well when he
> changed. Damn. What am I going to do with a hypothermic bimbo and
> miles to go? Does death become him? Nah. Hike. And shortly we come
to
> the final rap of the narrows and I try to puzzle out the best way
> with hypo L. Me first? Him first? Just toss his sorry ass into the
> pool? So I put him on rappel and then I go down and get ready to
> fireman him in case of mistake. But of course he has to rap down
the
> snow covered slope in his sock. So it’s pretty obvious that this
> canyon is over if we can get out. I go through his pack and make a
> boot out a stuff sack and my two socks and figure that if we can
exit
> the Russell Gulch entrance then maybe this will end, mercifully.
So
> up we go and L begins to warm and come out of his stupor. Sun is
> shining, snow is melting and all is well. We get back to the car
and
> I give L my card and he begins to weep as the import of the day
> becomes clear – and the card is titled “Let’s Adventure”. So how
the
> name Das Boot? A podiatrist losing his boot in the narrows.
Lessons
> are obvious. Pitney
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Don’t forget the Wyoming limestone. I don’t think the limestone layer around Lander is thick enough for decent slots but there’s a lot of cave exploration going on in the Gros Ventre range. -s
— davewyo1 davewyo@hotmail.com> wrote:
> thanks ram/that’s good reading/ > western wyoming got slammed by a major snow storm last night/i’ve > got 14″+ of windblown snow on a quarter mile of driveway/high- > centered my truck backing the first twenty feet out of the > garage/lots of high revving just to get it back indoors/i’m going to > have to wait for mr. plow/ > QUESTION IS;does anyone know of sandstone slots in western > wyoming?/i’m thinking maybe the flaming gorge area/and isn’t there > some sandstone in the dubois or lander area?/
> — In Yahoo Canyons Group, “adkramoo” wrote:
— In Yahoo Canyons Group, “davewyo1” wrote:
is there a place in the archives where i can read the story of > the
> naming of das boot?/
here ya go Dave. Enjoy
Das Boot – The Story My friend Ram and I were descending Mystery > one
October day and we come upon two ropes still set up at Mystery
spring. After dropping them, we proceeded to the drop into the > Virgin
and find a 3-ply 18mm rope leading to the drop. So now we carry > out
600 feet of wet rope and inquire at the ranger station if any one
reported stuck ropes. Nope. Later that week we get a call from L, > a
podiatrist, who says “hey I heard you found my ropes, can you send
one back to Vegas?” Certainly, but how did they get there? Well, L
and the boys decided to do Mystery at night, rapping with hand > held
flash lights, held in their teeth. OK. Our kind of people. Since I
was going there in a few weeks for a trade show, I said I’d leave
them at the hotel desk. One thing led to another and L and I made
plans to descend the upper middle of Left creek and then finish > with
the Subway. Now we are heading in in mid November at 6000+ feet > and L
does not want to rent a wet suit. Very bad idea. Most are > convinced
that he will die if he does not suit and eventually he is > persuaded
to get a suit and all appears well. Appears, that is. So we meet > and
head up after getting the requisite permit and we start hiking in > a
foot of snow to the start. Now I was happy to just find the start > as
I had only been there once with Ram and was not paying particular
attention. So I’m suiting up, including the taco wrap and eating > all
I can find and L. is waiting for me in his hiking clothes. Let’s > get
ready I say and he tells me he is hot and won’t be putting on his > wet
suit. A little bit of arguing and I point out that shiny stuff in > the
water is ICE and get your suit on! Finally he relents (partly) and
puts the top of his farmer john on and this whole trip is going > down
hill, fast. So I’m tired of this and get ready to go and realize > he
has no neo socks on. L states that he has done many canyons before
and knows what he is doing. Timing? Well, June and July, mostly. > You
are in for a treat, I say. So in we plunge and 20 minutes later I
hear “duh, duh dddave, I’m cold”. No shit, and this is ice > swirling
around you. How cold? I can’t feel my legs. About what one should
expect, your body is working fine, let’s go. No, he has to put on > his
bottoms. So this takes 20 minutes and despite my aerobic exercises > I
go from cool to cold. Now my panties are in a wad. L is slow and
stumbling a little (we know what this means) and to keep him > moving I
keep slipping around corners ahead of him just letting him catch a
glance of me. Finally we come to a place with that white winter > sun
and L comes up and falls face first into the stream and does not > get
up. I notice that he has one boot on and a sock on the other foot. > I
pick his head out of the water and ask him where his other boot
is. “I duh, duh, don’t know” he says slowly. So we still have more > of
this canyon segment and then 8 miles of the subway including the > hike
out and L has one boot. Unacceptable I state. If you hike with me,
you hike with two boots. Go get it. I don’t know where it is he
stutters. So how long have you not had a boot? “I dunno. I can’t > feel
my feet” Neo socks rule, I guess. So I go back and poke around in > the
last pool and find no boot. Probably not tied on well when he
changed. Damn. What am I going to do with a hypothermic bimbo and
miles to go? Does death become him? Nah. Hike. And shortly we come > to
the final rap of the narrows and I try to puzzle out the best way
with hypo L. Me first? Him first? Just toss his sorry ass into the
pool? So I put him on rappel and then I go down and get ready to
fireman him in case of mistake. But of course he has to rap down > the
snow covered slope in his sock. So it’s pretty obvious that this
canyon is over if we can get out. I go through his pack and make a
boot out a stuff sack and my two socks and figure that if we can > exit
the Russell Gulch entrance then maybe this will end, mercifully. > So
up we go and L begins to warm and come out of his stupor. Sun is
shining, snow is melting and all is well. We get back to the car > and
I give L my card and he begins to weep as the import of the day
becomes clear – and the card is titled “Let’s Adventure”. So how > the
name Das Boot? A podiatrist losing his boot in the narrows. > Lessons
are obvious. Pitney
>
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