Meeting Lee Carter
by Peter White
The first time I met Lee Carter was in the TR parking lot (80ish). Ralph Fickle and I had just come out of the Amphitheater when Lee and his climbing partner (?) came down the trail from TR. Lee had just taken a ripper on Fresh Garbage or Hang em High. He brandished an old (even then) SMC oval which had a sprung gate and was badly elongated. Somehow the rope had stayed in it and that was what kept him off the ground. He quickly got to his car and began a speedy intake of a big jug of red wine.