On June 16, 1966, Karen and I got married a second time (having kept the first one a secret from her family), in the Mormon Church, at Jackson, Wyoming. Now I had to find work! A Jackson climber friend, Rick Horn, had gotten me a job as an instructor at the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS), and Karen and I left for Lander, WY. She accompanied me on the course, it being our honeymoon. I worked with the founder, Paul Petzold, and another legendary guy, Tap Tapley. We went in from the Wind River Indian Reservation, via St. Lawrence Basin, to the area directly north of Mt. Lander. The fishing was great. I caught 16″ brookies in Lake Polaris! It was a fun course.
Note all the wool clothing, and the fedora on the student to the left (and in other photos). NOLS outfitted its students with wool clothing purchased at the used clothing store in Lander.
NOLS had paid me extra for my mountaineering skills, whereas most of their regular instructors had little or none. Thus, at the conclusion of this course, I was replaced by staff recruited from the Appalachian Mountain Club – hikers, at best. Karen and I then traveled to Marble, CO, to seek work with the Colorado Outward Bound School. They took me on, and I finished the summer with them.
While at COBS, Richard McCracken recruited me for a climb of the Diamond, on Longs Peak. We bivvied at the foot of the D1 route. In the AM, I was leading one of the early pitches, when I popped an aid pin, and struck a flake as I fell. The blow gave me a very painful bruise on my thigh, and I called for a retreat.
Back at school: opposition to the Vietnam War was a big concern to much of the UC student body. A protest arose over the siting of a Navy recruiting table next to the entry to the Student Bookstore. Just a couple of years before, the Free Speech Movement had erupted on the campus, over the issue of whether students could openly advocate for political causes on the campus – specifically on Sproul Plaza, in front of the University Administration building. Now, this preferential treatment of Navy recruiting activity incited immediate protest. I was one of a few dozen students who sat down around the Navy table. A strike meeting was called, which was also attended by the FBI, who photographed those giving speeches (including me), before the crowd.
I joined with a few of the former Free Speech Movement activists, including Mario Savio, in helping to organize the strike. But the strike soon fizzled, as picketing efforts were defeated by the steady winter downpours and the approach of final exams.
Karen was pregnant and due in May, 1967. The story continues in the next post.