With alpine as my first love, and solo exploration my lifelong mode of operation, I had gotten into some very precarious situations down-climbing class five in the dark (Fremont Peak) in vibram-soled Redwings. Prudence interceding, as usual shortly before death makes its claim, I started asking around in an attempt to find a mentor. I found a guy who'd just come away from a month-long NOLS course out of Lander.
In my twenties, single, and a working stiff, I had a decent stash of cash to draw from. So, I asked Jack to help me spend it on the stuff I'd need to progress in the exploration of the vertical world. I dropped over four hundred bucks at Teton Mountaineering on hexes, stoppers, carabiners, perlon with which to sling all the little bits of aluminum, 1" webbing for runners, a Whillans (sewn from what looked like white seatbelt webbing), and a colorful 150" rope. Most of the expensive shit had a label on it of "Great Pacific Iron Works" or an insignia of a diamond with a little "c" in the center.
We marched up Garnet Canyon where Jack lead a few pitches explaining chock placement technique, the importance of the webbing runners to allow the rope to remain fairly straight minimizing the pull and displacement of pieces, belay technique using my new Sticht plate, belay anchor construction with three pieces and equalizing webbing, and how to construct a rappel device from my oval biners. I led a few pitches that same afternoon, in the summer of '77.