Around 1970, 1971, I lived in Ventura, Ca., and surfed the point every evening. Afterwards I would wonder over to Chouinard's "Pacific Iron Works" to watch them create their climbing gear and listen to their stories. I would be put to work on simple tasks, nothing serious, and mostly I think to keep me busy. I wasn't even eighteen at the time, and everyone was great. Eventually, I tried my hand at climbing, but soon discovered it was not for me. I did move further north and became an avid hiker and still am at the age of 68. Thanks for the memories, the inspiration and for looking out for "the kid."
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