In reply to Gordon Stainforth:>
> A real climber will have all (or at least most of the following):
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> At least one pair of well-worn rock boots
--- several & I still have those rollerskates you can tie to yer shoes in the cupboard...remember them?
> At least one pair of well-worn mountaineering boots
---an unbelievably f*cked up pair of Sportiva Neps, after one season...an old pair of Super Cracks from 6 yrs back - now plant pots & eyeless, as are the Neps. Tough boots my ass.
> At least one guidebook not neatly on a shelf but e.g in the loo, kitchen or beside bed
--- My Wadi guide lives in the toilet, as does the dog, who drinks from it...stacks of guides laid flat in piles a good coffee table makes.
> Odd bits of climbing gear scattered around the house, and not all neatly stashed away in a cupboard.
---- Ice axes hanging from the loft hatch - burned out melted figure 8 [clog original] as wall art in the living room...etc...crampons made by BMW [!] still on living room floor next a solid brass ships propeller [stolen by hacksaw]
> Caused embarrassment in a public place, e.g a pub, at least once, by demonstrating a climbing move with graphic use of the arms
---- It wasnt me, I was in Balachullish at the time..ask Norrie. Gary Latter is a lanky Magnus I believe, quite given to gesticulation...Unlike Cubby whos hairy forearms slow him down aerodynamically...
> Fallen off leading on real rock, and/or injured him/herself quite badly climbing, at least once
--- 78 ft pendulum screamer off my E9 in Lewis which hurt a bit. A bigger one in Verdon. Several more than that. Tripping on pavements after to much pop also counts.
> Climbed at least one drainpipe or part of a public building simply as a climbing challenge
---- You missed out traversing the gutter above the local take-away & a short Chinese man trying to hack off any dangling limbs. Also traversing red brick military sniping range walls & climbing Kendal town hall on Hogmanay with RAF rescue in cahoots. [the police let us off] Bouldering Angel of the North...Portree Co-op...various perma-dry motorway bridges
> Odd mementos eg. a bit of rock from a high summit, an old nut or peg that was involved in some near-death experience etc etc on various shelves.
---- An original Wild Country wedge 9 on cord, my dogs collar. He has also saved my life, so is deserving of wearing it. Secondly, various holds from Dumbarton, Arrochar, Coire Lagan...maybe I can sell them on Ebay & make Dave MacLeod bid for the crux moves on his own project...
> Had at least one epic in the mountains that has been so bad that they have vowed to give up climbing if they ever get down safely.
--- Aye, nearly lost my life getting out a blizzard on Rannoch. Later repeated the experience several times globally on a few things quite a bit higher than Mont Blanc & took up sport & bouldering elitism as a kind of retirement fund.
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> Nothing to do with grades, or with gear they might have bought.
No-- grades are numbers. You can number deaths, you can number success, you can number boulder lines, you can number sport, you can number trad...but can you move free, latch, swing & stay solid, flexible & alive with everything thats gone before...Aye, we do what we do non?