{"id":1185,"date":"2016-07-30T19:25:04","date_gmt":"2016-07-30T19:25:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/?p=1185"},"modified":"2017-02-05T06:25:56","modified_gmt":"2017-02-05T06:25:56","slug":"rip-laurel-fan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/2016\/07\/rip-laurel-fan\/","title":{"rendered":"RIP Laurel Fan"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I heard about Laurel I felt a deep shock, a sense that no, this can\u2019t possibly have happened. She was such a solid climber. She was, in many ways, \u00a0one of the leading members of our close knit climbing tribe. She was humble and not at all cocky, she always wore her helmet. \u00a0It was hard to imagine her making a mistake.<\/span><\/p>\n

Up until 6 years ago I only knew her by reputation. I met Laurel and Daphne together late on a rainy night in Vantage when Ritchie and I drove up to their tent. They were already asleep but they popped out and we re-lit the fire to drink beer and tell stories.<\/span><\/p>\n

But in the years that followed it seemed I couldn\u2019t go anywhere without running into Laurel. From Darrington to Smith to Index to Trout and Vantage, there would be Laurel, climbing something so hard I couldn\u2019t even do the first move. Daphne climbs closer to my level, and we\u2019ve been on some long trips to Smith together, she is good people.<\/span><\/p>\n

I last saw Laurel when I dropped by her house the day she was packing for Waddington. I was there to pick up my Valley Giant which she had borrowed for Pipeline. We had planned to do Pipeline together that weekend, but it was raining in Squamish. I asked her about her recent lead of the notorious offwidth and we did that classic climbers dance out in the road in front of her apartment. She would mimic the moves and I would mimic them back.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Me: \u201cSo, at the crux, did you do a double fist jam, or was it like this, with a chicken wing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Laurel: \u201cNo, like this, you jam the edge of your hip in and kind of wiggle, see?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Me, watching her movements: \u201cHm, I think I need to send Split Beaver clean first, before I try Pipeline.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Laurel: \u201cOk, next sunny weekend after I get back from Waddington.”<\/span><\/p>\n

But now we won\u2019t get that chance to climb Pipeline together… \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It was 1976 when I lost my first friend to the mountains. My former high school girlfriend died on Nanda Devi in the Himalayas. Devi was a beautiful blonde goddess who for some crazy reason took a liking to me. Her dad Willi Unsoeld was a world famous climber. He told some amazing stories about his first ascent on Everest in \u201863 as he sized me up around the dinner table.<\/span><\/p>\n

They were both gone within 3 years, killed mountain climbing. I\u2019ve lost 4 other friends in the mountains, and now Laurel.<\/span><\/p>\n

It is so, so beautiful up in the alpine, I very much miss those views.<\/span><\/p>\n

Back in the 80\u2019s there seemed to be a trajectory in mountain climbing, at least for Sue and I. As we got better, and started trying bigger and harder routes with mixed rock and ice in the winter, the close calls got scarier.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t happen often, and in fact was quite rare, but we started to notice that some of the best climbers we knew were dying. \u00a0We got so scared after one memorable epic that we quit climbing altogether and took up gold panning. But that only lasted 6 months and we were back to climbing, but not in the mountains.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cragging still has plenty of danger, and could easily kill me someday. After almost 40 years of climbing with nothing worse than a broken ankle, I feel like I\u2019ve found a balance between the fun and the risk. I sometimes wonder whether civilization is simply too tame, and we have a biological need for danger. I\u2019ve seen people who swear they would never climb, drive down the freeway like a maniac, endangering their lives far more than most climbing trips.<\/span><\/p>\n

But Laurel, man it just doesn\u2019t seem possible.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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When I heard about Laurel I felt a deep shock, a sense that no, this can\u2019t possibly have happened. She was such a solid climber. She was, in many ways, \u00a0one of the leading members of our close knit climbing tribe. She was humble and not at all cocky, she always wore her helmet. \u00a0It […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1185","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1185","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1185"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1185\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1186,"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1185\/revisions\/1186"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1185"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1185"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/websterart.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1185"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}