Not Gundelberg
So, what’s going on here?
I have decided to
write some Frivolity posts about my mountain adventures, in the hope of amusing
some of you and the certainty of killing some time. I am in Borrego Springs and have been for
over a month. Over half that period I
have been experiencing a primo case of what is known here as the desert
crud. It consists of a virus that
appears to be almost too nasty for the human immune system, and induces
coughing fits so loud they set off minor landslides in the surrounding
mountains. After such a fit I have been
too tired to get out of my chair, much less go outside.
And the rest of the time, it has rained and the desert
washes have been impassable. My sturdy
little jeep has yet to experience 4-wheel drive! It is raining right now.
All this being the case I have decided to write the
definitive history of my mountain adventures with that legendary Cascadian,
Jeremiah Gundelberg.
No, of course, that’s not his real name. His real name is Bob Keller. Bob invented Gundelberg in the aftermath of
an early adventures, one which I will describe soon. Subsequently, Bob and I used Gundelberg to
harass one another over many years. It
was fun. It sharpened our creativity. It kept our minds off work. Somewhere I have a thick file
filled with Gundelberg memorabilia. As
someone once remarked, if we had put the effort expended on Gundelberg to
useful ends we would have invented the wheel.
Or at least the Internet.
So, in my next post I will do my best to introduce you to
Keller/Gundelberg, a formidable task.
Most of our adventures occurred long before digital photography;
consequently, I don’t have a ready supply of illustrations to catch your eye
and tempt you to read. I would
appreciate pictures of mountains, Bob, and Bob in the mountains – transmitted
as attachments to an email to myrlbeck@msn.com. Thanks.
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