I know what you mean, Preston; but I have a minor grudge against Norman Clyde.
When I was 18 I had my heart set upon a particularly impressive granite spire along
the Silver Divide which was allegedly unclimbed. After freeclimbing the thing and
almost pissing my pants, I finally attained the quite airy summit - but oops, there
was a salmon-egg jar with Norman Clyde's name in it from 1947! That guy could
sure get around!
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