Sorry for the late reply. In regards to stories,
I would not really know where to start... most days, although beautifully spent, are not really story worthy. Part of being an older, long term climber involves learning how to avoid most things that result in stories. Most "stories" are from earlier years, when you are still learning what not to do. Luckily, only a couple of sad days that involved rescuing people, a handful of MUCH longer than anticipated days due to poor decision making, that usually result in darkness, hunger, cold and patience.
A few interactions with wildlife, a moose, a few bears, a goat, a ring tail cat, rattlesnakes, a black mamba, and a giant racoon that stole a loaf of bread.
I do have vivid recollections of watching my wife finish a boulder problem in Yosemite and then walk around a corner to discover a bear picking up her pack in his mouth and start to walk off. My wife (who has trained horses and dogs) in a moment of panicked decision making, decides to run after the bear and scream at it to drop her pack. I picked up a couple of rocks (I thought clacking the rocks together would be helpful) and run after my wife, whom is running after the bear. Much like the joke "you don't have to run faster than the bear, just run faster than your wife", except we are doing it backwards, towards the bear, not away from the bear. By the time I catch up to them, she had cornered the bear and thoroughly reprimanded him. He reluctantly submitted to my wife's scolding, dropped the bag out of his mouth and slithered away, jumped over a fallen tree and disappeared into the trees. When we talked about it after, it turns out that all that was in the bag was a sandwich and my wife's journal. She just didn't want the bear to have her journal.
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