I left some books behind on move overseas in the late 1960s, including my treasured 1964 copy of Starr’s Guide to the John Muir Trail. The Sierra Club publication got a little mildewed over time but two thoughtful friends in Mill Valley, Ca., found it and returned it to me in 2015, with this 1966-1967 Fillmore Auditorium flier gracefully covering the damage. I had to regain some of my psychedelic perspective to read the handbill for the December 30 and 31st performances of the Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead and Quicksilver Messenger Service.

Apparently I bought a second copy in the interim and here are the front of the 1967 edition and the back of the 1964.

I spent more time hiking and backpacking in the 1960s than participating in psychedelia. I’ve attended only one rock concert in my life, in fact. It was Cream, with Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker, at the Fillmore Auditorium in San Francisco in the late 1960s. I thought Big Brother and the Holding Company with Janis Joplin were the second act but AI and my memory aren’t synching on this point.

By the way, the life of Walter A. “Pete” Starr Jr. is worth reading about. Here is the Wikipedia entry:

Walter A. “Pete” Starr Jr. (1903–1933) was an American lawyer and mountain climber.

A graduate of Stanford University, Starr was a respected lawyer in San Francisco, but he is better known for his abilities as a mountain climber and an explorer of the Sierra Nevada. Starr was well known for his hiking ability in the mountains, sometimes walking up to 50 miles a day for several days in a row. Starr was a life member of the Sierra Club.

In August 1933, he failed to return from a month-long hike in the Minarets. The search that followed, which led to the eventual discovery of his body by Norman Clyde, is one of the most dramatic true tales of the Sierra exploration. His body was buried where it was found.

Starr’s final notes were compiled and edited by his father into “Starr’s Guide to the John Muir Trail and the High Sierra Region” which was published a year after his death by the Sierra Club. This book has been edited and revised many times and served hikers and climbers for many years as the standard reference to the trails of the Sierra. A revised version is currently available.

Walter Starr is the namesake of Mount Starr in the Sierra Nevada.

Somehow my brain jogged from a 6:14 am text from my stepsister about a wildfire near Durango to the Facebook group Vintage Backpacking through the 1970s and thinking about out my own gear from the 1960s.

Before the fancy Sierra Designs aluminum frame pack, I had a wooden packboard and canvas packbag from the great old Smilie outfitter store in San Francisco, which also sold Wilson bacon bars and chunky dehydrated potatoes, post-John Muir luxuries if you could afford them.

I bought the Sierra Designs pack in Point Richmond, Ca., in 1967 or 1968. My late friend Holly drove us there in her VW bug. She bought a blue one.

I think my father bought me the Alp Sport sleeping back for my 16th birthday. I believe he bought it at the North Face store in North Beach, San Francisco, and gave it to me at a birthday breakfast at Sam’s in Tiburon.

After all the gear talk, though, I wanna say my favorite backpacking image is of a lone walker I passed near sunset on Donohue Pass in the Sierra Nevada in about 1965. He didn’t say a word as he headed down toward the Lyell Fork of Tuolumne River and maybe Tuolumne Meadows, 13 miles north. A beat-up saucepan flopped against the back of his pack. He looked like he cared more about walking than gear.

It’s 92 degrees at 7 pm this Saturday night and the no-see-ums swarm me as soon as I get near an Apache Plume, which are everywhere, of course. So, no walk. Heading to the couch to watch the start of the Fastnet race live from the UK on YouTube and talk on cellphones with sister Hope, who is with a bottle calf — an orphaned twin — in Montana.

Link — Gay Talese and Tom Wolfe Talk Donald Trump – Arts Intel

“Flak Catchers” by François Busnel, based on interviews with Wolfe and Talese in 2017, published by Graydon Carter’s airmail.news. Uncredited photo accompanied airmail.news story online. Excerpts below.

Note: This was written and published before the second-term Trump experience. I disagree with Talese’s generalization about the reason for Trump’s first-term election, a narrow view from an elite New Yorker. All interesting, nonetheless. The New York Times piece looking back at Bonfire of the Vanities offers some alternative perspective but it would be fun these days to hear observations on Trump and New York from other New Yorkers, like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Ritchie John Torres.

From the article:

“Today’s most prominent American journalists—even if they may be skeptical of the pair’s recent literary output—recognize that these two transformed the profession like no one else. William Finnegan, who has written for The New Yorker for 30 years and won the Pulitzer Prize for Biography in 2016 with his excellent book Barbarian Days, sums up the status of Wolfe and Talese in a few simple words: “Their impact comes from their boldness. They both stretched the limits of fiction and reporting while holding up the truth as an insurmountable horizon. They are still absolute reference points and powerful landmarks.” What do these two princes of nonfiction have to tell us?”

Wolfe: “America runs on a very special fuel: the huge disparities in social status. That’s the source of ambition, greed, revolutions, and everything that upsets us today. Look at Balzac. That’s what the whole Human Comedy is about: the infinite variety of manners between rich and poor, the ambitious and the social climbers, nouveaux riches and losers. America hasn’t finished with what was at the heart of the nineteenth century in France. America is a battlefield.”

Talese: “I don’t see what’s so shocking about making money the way Trump did. Trump talks exactly like thousands of businessmen all over the world. For that matter, you yourself described these kinds of guys in your novels. The traders in Bonfire of the Vanities and the hero of A Man in Full are like Trump: crude, aggressive, willing to do whatever it takes to get a deal done. So what? New York City was built by people like him. Sure, these guys are con men. But do you think you can build such an enormous city just being swathed in virtue? New York is the result of a history where scams and self-interest dominated virtuous little saints. This city is extraordinary, and it’s men like Trump who built it. And because Americans want to have a country that’s extraordinary again, they elected one of these men, Donald Trump, as their leader. It’s very easy to understand.”

Wolfe: “We each did our thing, in the territory that interested us the most. ‘New Journalism’ is most of all about the angle and the circumstances. When I wrote my article on Muhammad Ali, he had no desire to be followed by a journalist for 24 hours, despite what he had originally led me to believe. Ali wouldn’t speak to me. He didn’t answer any of my questions. Then he decided to go for a walk through the streets of New York. So there’s the article! Circumstances: the subject you’re writing about won’t play along but suddenly wants to go for a stroll. Angle: how is the glory of a great boxer expressed on the faces of the people he passes on the street? And there you go, there’s your ‘New Journalism’–style article.”

More from Talese, from “What I’ve Learned: Gay Talese”

Writer, 91, New York City, Interview By Alex Belth And Photograph By Norman Jean Roy, PUBLISHED: OCT 11, 2023, Esquire magazine

Talese: “I didn’t want to be a five-w reporter—who, what, why, where, when. I didn’t want to be a hard-news reporter. I wanted to be a fucking writer.”

Starting June 24. We have not reached the arroyo-running part of the season yet but will update. Also, couldn’t capture lightning in this sequence without getting too far out in it but will keep trying.

Not everyone is happy about all this but at least I’ve gotten him out of the bathtub and into the office.