Monday, November 10, 2014
Angel at 18
Freshman at WTAMU, ROTC inviting students to rappel down Old Main. First rappel was 18 ft from a 1st floor ledge; but the full rappel from the roof, 5 stories, required a commitment to take basic ROTC courses. Crafty bastards. I signed up on the spot and spent the afternoon running up 4 flights of stairs for a 45-second rush. Later graduated to the 110-foot sheer drop of Suicide Cliff in Palo Duro Canyon. I can't tell you how many times I went down that cliff over the years. And yes, that was a ROPE tied into a Swiss seat, not a commercial harness.
Allways thought you were a kinky haired wonder! Good on you for doing that!
ReplyDeleteUsed to teach the "ropes" course at my high school. Everyone used a Swiss seat! Had a permanent 3 line bridge that went to a zip line. Field trip to Devils Lake State Park for rock climbing (suck at it) and rappelling down the cliffs. Nothing quite like face planting an "Angel Rappel" 150 feet up on a cliff! Amazed I don't look like a pug...
ReplyDeleteThose gloves do look GI.
ReplyDeleteNice hair:)
Well done, young lady!
ReplyDeleteBZ!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Keads and drjim.
ReplyDelete~blush~
Next wisecrack about my hair gets it.
IT WAS THE 80S.
No Ma'am, I will not comment on your hair out of fear for my wellbeing. You are hot.
ReplyDeleteBut did you take the Magic School buss home?
It's the beer...
Again
Nice!!
ReplyDeleteI scared myself out of rock climbing after a few close calls. Rappelling was always the most fun though! I think the only stupid thing I haven't done, is jump out of a perfectly good airplane. An old flame wanted to do a skydive and I declined. She said that my SCUBA diving was dangerous, and I pointed out that if my equipment failed while SCUBA diving, I might still be able to survive. Skydiving, not so much.
ReplyDelete"Next wisecrack about my hair gets it."
ReplyDeleteWell I'm out.
I'm so glad I was too young to remember 80s hair when it was the 80s.
Bet NASA has a photo of your hair in the archives.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your blog.
Jesse J. I was a redhead once upon a time as a child.
Yeah, it was the 80s. You had the twelve-foot hair, and I was rollin' all black and had the Sisters of Mercy in my Walkman.
ReplyDeleteAh, the good ol' days...!
Ah! The 80's, I remember them well.
ReplyDeleteThe big hair, padded shoulders, the way-too-much fluorescent make-up …. I forget what you ladies wore ;)
Don't get defensive, you were still (I believe the colonial vernacular is) Hawt! If I'd seen you then I'd have definitely rolled up the sleeves of my linen jacket, strolled across the dance-floor in my espadrilles and asked you for a dance to Kajagoogoo (or the colonial equivalent).
The good old days when I could still climb four flights of stairs (I 'can' still fall off a building, or even out of a plane unaided surprisingly) and when the regimental barber shaved hair 'off' my head instead of offering to stick some back on. Sigh!
Reminiscing is only good if you have a story to go with it. We (cadets) used the local town hall/civic centre (as the only tall building in the county – 12 stories) but were banned when the Mayor figured out that we were rappelling (very slowly) past his private bathroom and interrupting his ablutions. The rumour was if you managed to get a photo of him with his secretary it was an guaranteed entry into Sandhurst.
And shockingly, I was still a good year away from my first boyfriend ever.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember too much of the 80s. From what I've heard I didn't miss much.
ReplyDeleteYou must've been hauling ass down to fuck up your hair like that.
GAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat the fuck?! You're banned! How do I ban you when you can stealth comment?!
I'm better at sneaking in under the radar than a mexican is sliding under a border fence.
ReplyDeleteLaugh it up, chuckles, your mom keeps offering me baby pics.
ReplyDeleteI thought you said you had titties when you were 18?
ReplyDeleteI did, very nice ones, 34D. But I was still wearing sensible grandma bras that squished everything down. I discovered lace underwire push up bras shortly after my first date.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, and fuck you.
Uh-huh. That shirt you were wearing wasn't doing you any favors either.
ReplyDeleteDon't you have a blog to tend?
ReplyDeleteAwesome! I actually love the hair, but then again, I'm a curly haired one too so that probably explains it.
ReplyDelete-CM
Now children, be nice!
ReplyDeleteHe started it!
ReplyDeleteDear God! I'd have done you then AND offer now. The brain is the main sex organ. And the poozle. And the tits. And excited by the red hair.
ReplyDeleteBut there ain't no way I'm jumping out of a perfectly good airplane or rappelling from a non-flaming building. Auto-rotating due to a shot-out hydraulic line in the highlands of the RVN puckered me bung-hole to about a 2-micron diameter... And that was 40+ years ago. Come to think of it, I may not yet have recovered.