Thursday, September 28, 2006

Your body's age

Who’s Older, You or Your Body? Tests Suggest Answers

Published: September 28, 2006

WHO marooned in middle age hasn’t daydreamed about once again having the limberness and heart-pumping efficiency of a 30-something body?

Two years ago, Whitney Connor, then 41, took matters into her own hands.

How, pray tell, did she turn back the clock? First, she had her so-called “BodyAge” assessed at an Equinox gym in Manhattan. Her body fat, strength, cardiovascular condition and flexibility were determined according to a test created by Polar, a maker of heart rate monitors. She was told her BodyAge was also 41.

Then over four months of tackling her weaknesses, Ms. Connor whittled her BodyAge down to 33. She already had sinewy arms thanks to weight lifting. But she added two-mile runs to boost her cardiovascular shape and eliminated white bread and junk food from her diet to trim her fat.

“I became somewhat obsessed with getting that number down,” said Ms. Connor, a gemologist, who had been disappointed to learn that her BodyAge matched her chronological one.

How does she feel now that a second evaluation revealed her body is eight years younger?

“Ecstatic,” she said with more than a dollop of pride. “It just makes me feel healthier to know that I’m the same physical age as a 33-year-old.”

Doctors have long used an unholy cholesterol count or sky-high blood pressure to scare their patients into taking advantage of exercise’s ability to delay some aspects of aging. But in an effort to boost their revenues, health clubs are now using the Polar BodyAge test to goad legions of gym-goers — and potential members — into finding out how old their bodies are.

Next week, Bally Total Fitness will begin offering another test called RealAge nationwide, contending that with enough exercise anyone can attain the body of a teenager. But fitness experts caution that there’s only so much that activity can do.

As a motivational tool, having a ballpark sense of one’s physical age resonates more than knowing one’s vital statistics, test makers say.

Dr. Michael Roizen, an anesthesiologist and an internist at the Cleveland Clinic in Ohio, spent decades trying to persuade his patients to stop smoking and become active. He had little success until one day when a 49-year-old patient about to undergo surgery asked about his chances for survival.

“I said, ‘If you were only 49, you wouldn’t have much risk, but your smoking makes you at least eight years older,’ ” Dr. Roizen recalled. “ ‘If you stop smoking you can get one year younger in two months, and two years younger in five months.’ He did. That taught me that if we put it in age terms, we can motivate patients.”

More than 16 million people have taken his RealAge test online since 1999. After the publication of “The RealAge Workout,” taking his questionnaire to more than 400 Bally gyms seemed like the next logical step.

Nearly twice as many gyms nationwide, including chains like Equinox, Gold’s and Liberty Fitness, use the BodyAge system to ensnare new members during orientation. (Equinox charges $195 for the 90-minute assessment; Liberty Fitness, $125.) Roughly 168,000 assessments were taken in 2006, up from just a few thousand in 2003.

When first created in the 90’s, it was known as the TriFit system. In an effort to win more customers about two years ago, it was overhauled to focus on aging.

Unlike the gym-goers of the 80’s, Ms. Connor doesn’t toil in the name of looking good. Her modest aim is to slow her body’s disintegration. And to live to brag about taking the stairs at 90.

She is not alone. “Twenty years ago people exercised for vanity, to get the six-pack,” said Dr. Edward L. Schneider, a professor of medicine and gerontology at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. “Nowadays it’s because the baby boomers are worried about whether Medicare will be there for them and whether they’ll be healthy.”

Even some recent college graduates like Jessica Su, 24, say they exercise to ensure a healthier future. “It’s really horrible to be old and homebound and not be able to do the things you enjoy,” said Ms. Su, an associate producer at Court TV. “Some of my relatives have such health problems and it creates a strain on the rest of our family. I don’t want to be like that when I get older.” That concern is enough to motivate her to run and lifts weights three times a week.

Gyms are all too eager to tap into people’s fear of decrepitude. Walk into a Bally in the next month and you may be asked to fill out a RealAge questionnaire about everything from activity to cholesterol count to blood pressure. Then comes the bad news: Your body is on the verge of retirement though you’re actually only 45. The good news for horrified test-takers? A personal trainer would love to help chip away at that ghastly number.

In October, Bally will also run commercials featuring “before” and “after” scenes of clients who have taken the RealAge quiz and lowered their “age” with regular activity.

How can exercise strip away the years? Take the cardiovascular system. Sedentary people lose about 5 percent of the elasticity of their heart every decade, but studies have found that exercise can diminish many of the negative effects.

“The muscle of an 80-year-old is not going to be as good and clean as that of a 20-year-old,” Dr. Schneider said. “But you can still have a wonderfully functioning heart.”

Yet, tests that estimate bodily age should be taken with a grain of salt, doctors say. “You can slow down the clock, but you cannot reverse it,” said Kerry J. Stewart, the director of clinical research and exercise physiology at Johns Hopkins School of Medicine in Baltimore. “There’s always a decline but it’s much slower in people who are athletic. A 60-year-old might be more like a 50- or 45-year-old but they are not going to be like a 20-year-old.”

Both the BodyAge and the RealAge assessments compare the test-taker with other people in their age range as determined by epidemiological data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, and the National Institutes of Health, among others.

These tests’ claim to be able to pinpoint one’s physical age is suspect, said Dr. Erika Schwartz, an internist in private practice in Manhattan: “Do I believe as a scientist that anyone can predict a number? I have my reservations about it. We are all individuals, and statistics never address individuals.”

And only the BodyAge test requires people to answer questions about their habits as well as have their fitness gauged on the spot. The RealAge test makes it easier for people to lie about whether they can touch their toes or complete a dozen situps.

Still, for some people, being told a body age, even if there is no particular validity to the number, can spur them to get serious about their health. During a 2000 physical with Dr. Roizen, Bruce Jackson, an executive in the automotive industry, took a RealAge test, which set his age in the mid-50’s. He was 44 at the time. “I thought I was in great shape, but when someone says mid-50’s, it sounds old,” he said. “You think, ‘Am I going to die?’ ”

He started walking a half hour a day and lifting weights. Today Mr. Jackson, a 51-year-old who exercises for 90 minutes five mornings a week, is 38, according to RealAge. “Everybody who sees me says I look nowhere close to 51,” he said gleefully.

Beth Furman, a magazine publisher in Wellesley, Mass., plans to take periodic BodyAge tests. “I don’t weigh myself, but it’s just like women who get on the scale,” said Ms. Furman, 51. “This test is like that for me. I use it to see how I’m doing, if I need to change my workout or not.” Her first test said her body was 46 and that her chief problem was a lack of strength.

She has since been using the hydraulic machines and free weights, and doing Pilates. “I’m going to shoot for under 40,” Ms. Furman said.



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Your body's age

Who’s Older, You or Your Body? Tests Suggest Answers

Published: September 28, 2006

WHO marooned in middle age hasn’t daydreamed about once again having the limberness and heart-pumping efficiency of a 30-something body?


Jon Keegan

Two years ago, Whitney Connor, then 41, took matters into her own hands.

How, pray tell, did she turn back the clock? First, she had her so-called “BodyAge” assessed at an Equinox gym in Manhattan. Her body fat, strength, cardiovascular condition and flexibility were determined according to a test created by Polar, a maker of heart rate monitors. She was told her BodyAge was also 41.

Then over four months of tackling her weaknesses, Ms. Connor whittled her BodyAge down to 33. She already had sinewy arms thanks to weight lifting. But she added two-mile runs to boost her cardiovascular shape and eliminated white bread and junk food from her diet to trim her fat.

“I became somewhat obsessed with getting that number down,” said Ms. Connor, a gemologist, who had been disappointed to learn that her BodyAge matched her chronological one.

How does she feel now that a second evaluation revealed her body is eight years younger?

“Ecstatic,” she said with more than a dollop of pride. “It just makes me feel healthier to know that I’m the same physical age as a 33-year-old.”

Doctors have long used an unholy cholesterol count or sky-high blood pressure to scare their patients into taking advantage of exercise’s ability to delay some aspects of aging. But in an effort to boost their revenues, health clubs are now using the Polar BodyAge test to goad legions of gym-goers — and potential members — into finding out how old their bodies are.

Next week, Bally Total Fitness will begin offering another test called RealAge nationwide, contending that with enough exercise anyone can attain the body of a teenager. But fitness experts caution that there’s only so much that activity can do.

As a motivational tool, having a ballpark sense of one’s physical age resonates more than knowing one’s vital statistics, test makers say.

Dr. Michael Roizen, an anesthesiologist and an internist at the Cleveland Clinic in Ohio, spent decades trying to persuade his patients to stop smoking and become active. He had little success until one day when a 49-year-old patient about to undergo surgery asked about his chances for survival.

“I said, ‘If you were only 49, you wouldn’t have much risk, but your smoking makes you at least eight years older,’ ” Dr. Roizen recalled. “ ‘If you stop smoking you can get one year younger in two months, and two years younger in five months.’ He did. That taught me that if we put it in age terms, we can motivate patients.”

More than 16 million people have taken his RealAge test online since 1999. After the publication of “The RealAge Workout,” taking his questionnaire to more than 400 Bally gyms seemed like the next logical step.

Nearly twice as many gyms nationwide, including chains like Equinox, Gold’s and Liberty Fitness, use the BodyAge system to ensnare new members during orientation. (Equinox charges $195 for the 90-minute assessment; Liberty Fitness, $125.) Roughly 168,000 assessments were taken in 2006, up from just a few thousand in 2003.

When first created in the 90’s, it was known as the TriFit system. In an effort to win more customers about two years ago, it was overhauled to focus on aging.

Unlike the gym-goers of the 80’s, Ms. Connor doesn’t toil in the name of looking good. Her modest aim is to slow her body’s disintegration. And to live to brag about taking the stairs at 90.

She is not alone. “Twenty years ago people exercised for vanity, to get the six-pack,” said Dr. Edward L. Schneider, a professor of medicine and gerontology at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. “Nowadays it’s because the baby boomers are worried about whether Medicare will be there for them and whether they’ll be healthy.”

Even some recent college graduates like Jessica Su, 24, say they exercise to ensure a healthier future. “It’s really horrible to be old and homebound and not be able to do the things you enjoy,” said Ms. Su, an associate producer at Court TV. “Some of my relatives have such health problems and it creates a strain on the rest of our family. I don’t want to be like that when I get older.” That concern is enough to motivate her to run and lifts weights three times a week.

Gyms are all too eager to tap into people’s fear of decrepitude. Walk into a Bally in the next month and you may be asked to fill out a RealAge questionnaire about everything from activity to cholesterol count to blood pressure. Then comes the bad news: Your body is on the verge of retirement though you’re actually only 45. The good news for horrified test-takers? A personal trainer would love to help chip away at that ghastly number.

In October, Bally will also run commercials featuring “before” and “after” scenes of clients who have taken the RealAge quiz and lowered their “age” with regular activity.

How can exercise strip away the years? Take the cardiovascular system. Sedentary people lose about 5 percent of the elasticity of their heart every decade, but studies have found that exercise can diminish many of the negative effects.

“The muscle of an 80-year-old is not going to be as good and clean as that of a 20-year-old,” Dr. Schneider said. “But you can still have a wonderfully functioning heart.”

Yet, tests that estimate bodily age should be taken with a grain of salt, doctors say. “You can slow down the clock, but you cannot reverse it,” said Kerry J. Stewart, the director of clinical research and exercise physiology at Johns Hopkins School of Medicine in Baltimore. “There’s always a decline but it’s much slower in people who are athletic. A 60-year-old might be more like a 50- or 45-year-old but they are not going to be like a 20-year-old.”

Both the BodyAge and the RealAge assessments compare the test-taker with other people in their age range as determined by epidemiological data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, and the National Institutes of Health, among others.

These tests’ claim to be able to pinpoint one’s physical age is suspect, said Dr. Erika Schwartz, an internist in private practice in Manhattan: “Do I believe as a scientist that anyone can predict a number? I have my reservations about it. We are all individuals, and statistics never address individuals.”

And only the BodyAge test requires people to answer questions about their habits as well as have their fitness gauged on the spot. The RealAge test makes it easier for people to lie about whether they can touch their toes or complete a dozen situps.

Still, for some people, being told a body age, even if there is no particular validity to the number, can spur them to get serious about their health. During a 2000 physical with Dr. Roizen, Bruce Jackson, an executive in the automotive industry, took a RealAge test, which set his age in the mid-50’s. He was 44 at the time. “I thought I was in great shape, but when someone says mid-50’s, it sounds old,” he said. “You think, ‘Am I going to die?’ ”

He started walking a half hour a day and lifting weights. Today Mr. Jackson, a 51-year-old who exercises for 90 minutes five mornings a week, is 38, according to RealAge. “Everybody who sees me says I look nowhere close to 51,” he said gleefully.

Beth Furman, a magazine publisher in Wellesley, Mass., plans to take periodic BodyAge tests. “I don’t weigh myself, but it’s just like women who get on the scale,” said Ms. Furman, 51. “This test is like that for me. I use it to see how I’m doing, if I need to change my workout or not.” Her first test said her body was 46 and that her chief problem was a lack of strength.

She has since been using the hydraulic machines and free weights, and doing Pilates. “I’m going to shoot for under 40,” Ms. Furman said.



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Sunday, September 24, 2006

Paris Shopping


More on Paris

Sofia Coppola’s Paris


Published: September 24, 2006

This city can change your mood completely,” said the director Sofia Coppola as we walked down Rue Madame in the Sixth Arrondissement of Paris. During the filming of “Marie Antoinette,” which will arrive in theaters on Oct. 20, she lived in a rented apartment on the Boulevard Saint-Germain, two doors from the famous Café de Flore. “We would have production meetings there,” said Sofia, who was wearing jeans, a navy V-neck sweater and ballet flats. “I’ve always loved this part of Paris. My parents have an apartment close by. Even though my family is Italian, we came here a lot when I was really little. And then I came to Paris as a teenager: I spent two summers interning at Chanel. You naturally feel a connection to certain places, and, for me, Paris is one of them. I would look at my parents’ French friends and think, That’s what you’re supposed to be like when you grow up.”


Jean-Baptiste Mondino

Sofia Coppola in a Chanel Paris-New York Collection dress. More Photos »

Sofia stopped at Odorantes, a tiny flower shop that specializes in bouquets that are organized by scent rather than by color. Bouquets in Paris, unlike floral arrangements in America, usually consist of one flower or one hue. “I found this shop by wandering through the neighborhood,” she said, while waiting outside for the flowers to be arranged. “When I shop, it’s not so much about buying. Whether you get something or not, when you go in a store, you see what Paris is like.”

For a few days last May, I accompanied Sofia through several Paris neighborhoods: the Marais, the Rue du Faubourg St.-Honoré, the Palais Royale. We visited the restored Museé de l’Orangerie to see the Monet waterlilies in their original home, and we gazed into the Seine from the Pont Neuf, but, mostly, we shopped as if we were engaged in a kind of sociological study of French customs and style.

Near the Place Vendôme, Sofia stopped at the custom shirtmaker Charvet, where she was having some of her mother’s Yves St. Laurent shirts from the 1970’s recreated as silk dresses. We went to the luggage store Goyard and admired the classic trunks that once belonged to the Duchess of Windsor. At Dary’s, a jewelry shop that specializes in antique pieces, Sofia tried on an aquamarine ring from the 20’s, and at Hermès, we watched the other customers in the large, crowded store compete for the privilege of buying their coveted handbags. At Benneton Graveur, she studied the engraved stationery, particularly a notecard topped by a French and an American flag. Sofia is expecting her first baby in December with her boyfriend, Thomas Mars, the singer in the band Phoenix. Mars is from Versailles, and Sofia plans to have the baby in Paris, where the couple have just purchased an apartment. “This card will be perfect,” she said, admiringly.

In the Marais, we went to K. Jacques, a tiny shop that specializes in all types of classic leather sandals. The simplicity of the shoes immediately conjured up images of sunning in St.-Tropez. We stopped at a vintage magazine and bookstore called Les Archives de la Presse, which Sofia discovered while she was filming Marie Antoinette’s birthday party at the National Archives nearby. “We could never have shot this movie anywhere else,” she said. “Everything about France influenced the film: the light here is different, the way the French hold themselves is different. In America, we’re all in such a rush. Here, they have lifestyle priorities. For instance, the French crew insisted on a proper lunch break. They set the table, and they had wine, and no matter what was happening, you could not cut their lunch short. In America, it would be a quick sandwich and back to work. Here, everyone takes their time.”

Sofia first considered making a film about Marie Antoinette during a dinner at Chez Omar, one of her favorite restaurants in the Marais. Dean Tavoularis, the Oscar-winning production designer, who has worked extensively with her father, had researched that period for a movie he didn’t end up doing, she explained. “And he started telling me things about Marie Antoinette, like how young she was and her weird relationship with her husband, Louis. I’ve always been interested in the 18th century, and the story behind her persona intrigued me.”

In many ways, the finished film is an homage to all things Français, from the perfection of the period costumes and wigs to the clashing modernity of the post-punk 80’s soundtrack. Just as “Lost in Translation,” Sofia’s previous film, captured the beautiful strangeness of Japan, “Marie Antoinette” is a glimpse into the sense of refinement that still exists in Paris. “I have always been influenced by French films,” said Sofia, as she paid for the extraordinarily fragrant purple-pink roses that took 20 minutes to arrange. “I remember seeing ‘Breathless’ as a teenager and liking that not everything was explained. In American movies, you have to explain everything. The French leave things a little mysterious.”

Sofia walked toward the river and peered into the windows of various antiques shops, looking for a chandelier for her new apartment. She went past a vintage shop on a tiny street, but it was closed. In the window was a slinky black jersey Jean Muir dress displayed on a mannequin. The Cannes Film Festival was in a few days, and Sofia was looking for gowns. “I like that in Paris, you have to get it together,” she said. “It’s nice to see people dress up for dinner. After I interned at Chanel in the 80’s, I went back home to my little town in the Napa Valley, but I was changed forever. Everyone thought I was strange because I was getting French Vogue.”

After writing down the peculiar hours of the vintage shop, Sofia headed to the Jardin du Luxembourg. “My father was so taken with this place that he built a little fountain in Napa based on the fountain here,” she said, as she walked down the wide gravel path that leads to the heart of the garden. She motioned to a bench. “This place has always been emotional for me.” Right before she was about to get married to Spike Jonze (now her ex-husband), and before her first movie, “The Virgin Suicides,” was shown in Cannes, the stress had got to her: “I just sat here and cried.” She would come here while filming “Marie Antoinette” when she had serious things on her mind. “The beauty of this garden would always reassure me,” she said. “Paris has a way of restoring your faith.”

SOFIA'S ADDRESS BOOK

Shops

Azzedine Alaïa Boutique and shoe store. 4 Rue de Moussy; 011-33-1-42-72-19-19.

Benneton Graveur Stationery. 75 Boulevard Malesherbes; 011-33-1-43-87-57-39.

Bois de Rose Classic smock dresses for girls. 30 Rue Dauphine; 011-33-1-40-46-04-24.

Bonpoint Children’s clothes. 320 Rue St.-Honoré; 011-33-1-49-27-94-82. Go to www.bonpoint.com for more locations.

Galerie 213 Sofia especially likes the photo books. 58 Rue Charlot; 011-33-1-43-22-83-23.

Charvet Custom shirts and more. 28 Place Vendôme; 011-33-1-42-60-30-70.

Clignancourt Flea Market Sofia shops here for furniture. Porte de Clignancourt (Sat.-Mon.).

Dary’s Antique jewelry. 362 rue St.-Honoré; 011-33-1-42-60-95-23.

Deyrolle Taxidermy in a beautiful space. 46 Rue du Bac; 011-33-1-42-22-30-07.

Didier Ludot Vintage couture. 20-24 Galerie de Montpensier; 011-33-1-42-96-06-56.

Pharmacie Homeopatique Weber For beauty products not available at home. 8 Rue de Capucines; 011-33-1-42-61-03-07.

Free “P” Star Vintage clothing. 8 Rue Ste.-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie; 011-33-1-42-76-03-72.

Goyard Classic luggage. 233 Rue St.-Honoré; 011-33-1-42-60-57-04.

Hermès Sofia shops here for notebooks and bags. 24 Faubourg St-Honoré; 011-33-1-40-17-47-17.

Jöelle Ciocco Skin care. 8 Place de la Madeleine; 011-33-1-42-60-58-80.

K. Jacques Leather sandals. 16 Rue Pavee; 011-33-1-40-27-03-57.

Lanvin Albert Elbaz’s take on French tradition. 22 Rue du Faubourg St.-Honoré; 011-33-1-44-71-31-73.

Les Archives De La Presse Vintage magazines. 15 Rue des Archives; 011-33-1-42-72-63-93.

Marc Jacobs Palais Royal, 34 Rue de Montpensier; 011-33-1-55-35-02-60.

Odorantes Flowers. 9 Rue Madame; 011-33-1-42-84-03-00.

Pierre Hardy One-of-a-kind shoes. Jardins du Palais Royal, 156 Galerie de Valois; 011-33-1-42-60-59-75.

Sabbia Rosa Lingerie. 73 Rue des Sts.-Pères; 011-33-1-45-48-88-37.

Serge Lutens Perfume. Les Salons du Palais Royal Shiseido, Jardins du Palais Royal, 142 Galerie de Valois; 011-33-1-49-27-09-09.

Restaurants and Bars

Café de Flore Centuries-old artiste hangout. 172 Boulevard Saint-Germain; 011-33-1-45-48-55-26.

Le Castiglione Known for its cheeseburgers. 235 Rue St.-Honoré; 011-33-1-42-60-68-22.

Chez Allard Famed old bistro noted for poulet de bresse. 41 Rue St.-André des Arts; 011-33-1-43-26-48-23.

Chez Omar Excellent couscous, exceptionally popular. 47 Rue de Bretagne; 011-33-1-42-72-36-26.

Gerard Mulot Pastries and chocolate. 76 Rue de Seine; 011-33-1-43-26-85-77.

Bar Hemingway Classic bar with great cocktails. Hotel Ritz Paris; 15 Place Vendôme; 011-33-1-43-16-33-65.

Ladurée Historic tea salon beloved for its macaroons. 16 Rue Royale; 011-33-1-42-60-21-79. Go to www.laduree.fr for more locations.

Le Voltaire Chic bistro on the river. 27 Quai Voltaire; 011-33-1-42-61-17-49.

Mathis Supertrendy bar. 33 Rue de Ponthieu; 011-33-1-53-76-39-55.



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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Moles & Cancer

Prospects

The Tumor That Isn’t: Blocking a Path to Cancer


Published: September 19, 2006

For those of us with dozens of moles, the spots speckling our skin can seem no more significant than freckles. But it turns out, each mole is a tumor of pigment cells that started on a path to cancer and then stopped. The cells do not divide again. A mole is an incipient cancer that halted in its tracks.

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Lloyd C. Trotman and Zhenbang Chen

A molelike tumor in a mouse prostate. Mole cells have a gene that makes them stop dividing forever.

It is a view that has surprised even scientists. Moles, it turns out, are a sort of strange hybrid in the cancer spectrum. They are little benign tumors, meaning they are harmless, with cells that cannot spread through the body like a cancerous tumor and kill a person. But moles start out the same way that malignant tumors start out, with a mutated gene that lets cells proliferate wildly.

“Moles are real tumors,” said Dr. Wolter J. Mooi, a pathologist at the Vrije University Medical Center in the Netherlands. If mole cells did not stop growing, he said, “chances are that by the time we were 10 years old, we would not only have very large moles, but some might well have progressed to fully malignant melanomas.”

And moles may not be the only tumors like that. Some scientists now suspect that the same sort of phenomenon is happening inside the body as well, with tiny tumors heading off on the path to cancer and then halting forever. They usually go unnoticed because they are tiny, no one is looking for them, and they have no pigment, meaning they don’t stand out like moles on the skin.

“I would bet my last penny that our bodies are riddled with these things,” said Dr. David E. Fisher, the director of the melanoma program at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute in Boston.

It’s an unnerving idea: a cell randomly gets a mutation in a gene that puts it on a path to cancer. As a result, the cell starts to divide. Then, just as suddenly, the whole process stops, and there is a little tumor whose cells may never divide again.

But scientists say the process in which moles and molelike tumors start and then stop may be good news. It seems to be an important way for the body to stop cancers that can easily get going when a random mutation pushes a cell along that path.

“It is a fair guess to say that this mechanism protects us from cancer over and over again,” Dr. Mooi says. “Perhaps on a daily basis.”

It is not the only way to stop a cancer, but it must be a highly effective one given all the moles that many people have. In fact, it is so effective that melanomas very rarely, if ever, come from moles, Dr. Fisher said. Instead, they seem to come from other skin cells.

Of course, few would have predicted that a cell could start along a path to cancer and then stop, and when scientists first suggested it, they were met with skepticism. Many researchers did not believe the effect was real. Most of those doubters have changed their minds, though, because new research shows that the phenomenon explains moles and similar tiny tumors that scientists recently found in human prostate glands. Now, scientists are saying that they want to develop cancer treatments that mimic the process. The goal is to deliberately force cancers back to the stage where their cells stopped dividing.

It’s a prospect that is still very much on the horizon, and it is impossible to predict when, or even if, it will lead to treatments. But at least in the eyes of many scientists, the possibilities are real.

“It is an explosive topic with very important therapeutic implications,” said Dr. Pier Paolo Pandolfi, the head of the molecular and developmental biology laboratory at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center.

The story of how and why the process was discovered dates to 1982, when the first human cancer gene, ras, was found in bladder cancers. Like the many other cancer genes that have been found since, it was a normal gene that had been mutated so that it no longer functioned. Ras turned healthy-looking normal cells into cancer cells, with ugly jumbled chromosomes and wild, uncontrolled growth.

There was one glitch, but few paid it much attention. The ras gene did not convert every type of cell into cancer, and in particular, it seemed to work best with one type of cell. Those were so-called immortalized cells.

Unlike ordinary cells, which divide a certain number of times in the laboratory and then stop, immortalized cells have genetic changes that allow them to divide indefinitely. Scientists used them because they were easy to maintain, said Scott Lowe, a Howard Hughes Medical Institute investigator at Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory.

One paper, however, raised questions. Its lead author, H. Earl Ruley, now at Vanderbilt University, pointed out that the ras gene not only failed to produce cancer in cells that were not immortalized, but also seemed to do something else. It seemed to make such cells stop dividing altogether. It let them remain alive but never divide again. In his paper, published in 1988, Dr. Ruley even suggested pursuing the work to develop cancer therapies.

That idea, however, went against the entire cancer gene hypothesis. Why would a cancer gene make a cell stop growing? Cancer genes were supposed to make cells grow out of control, not stop. And no one had any idea how such a process, if it were real, would even work.

“People didn’t get it,” said Dr. Lowe, who was Dr. Ruley’s doctoral student.

But as techniques of molecular biology improved, Dr. Lowe and a few others revisited Dr. Ruley’s idea and untangled the molecular biology.

They discovered that the very cancer gene that makes a cell grow eventually turns on other genes that stop growth. Researchers called the process oncogene-induced cell senescence and said it might be one way to stop a cancer from progressing.

“The cell has a built-in sensor that says ‘shut down proliferation’ and says ‘O.K., that’s enough,’ ” Dr. Lowe said. “Then the cells will never divide again. It’s a terminal event.”

Dr. Mooi recalled his astonishment. “It was an amazing finding,” he said. And it raised an obvious question: Did this happen in humans, or was it an artifact of growing cells in petri dishes?

“There was this conundrum,” Dr. Lowe said. “If you couldn’t see it in animals, maybe it was not relevant.”

But recent research changed all that.

Dr. Mooi and Daniel Peeper of the Netherlands Cancer Institute in Amsterdam showed that the phenomenon explains what happens in moles. Mole cells have a cancer gene, BRAF, that makes them divide. BRAF then turns on another gene, p16, that makes them stop dividing forever.

Dr. Leonard Zon and Elizabeth Patton of Children’s Hospital, Dr. Fisher, and their colleagues produced moles in zebrafish by giving them the BRAF gene. Next they tried the same experiment in zebrafish that lacked a gene, p53, that prevented the BRAF gene from activating the cell’s brakes on cell division. The result was a malignant cancer, moles that quickly turned into deadly melanomas.

The same sort of thing happens in the prostate, Dr. Pandolfi discovered. In prostate glands removed from men with early prostate cancer, he saw cancer cells, of course, but he also saw something else: tumors that were the molecular equivalent of moles, made up of senescent cells.

The investigators began asking why those senescent cells in the prostate glands had stopped dividing. The story was the same as in moles. First the cells lose a normal gene, PTEN, that is often missing in prostate cancer. The effect is the same as knocking out a normal gene with a mutation that creates a cancer gene. Without PTEN, cells grow aberrantly. Then the cells turn on their p53 gene. That halts their division forever.

Dr. Pandolfi and his colleagues reproduced the effect in mouse prostates, creating molelike tumors there. Then they asked what would happen in mouse prostates if cells lost not only PTEN but also p53, the fail-safe gene.

“This tumor was now devastating,” Dr. Pandolfi said. “It was a tremendously aggressive tumor. It would kill the mouse in a few months.”

Now he wants to find treatments that revert cancers back to a molelike state.

“We should highjack that mechanism,” Dr. Pandolfi said. After all, he added, it is a dramatic event when the senescence response kicks in and halts cell growth.

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Sunday, September 17, 2006

Making cents/sense.


Easy come, easy go, unless you "respect every dollar." Be forewarned.

Fortune’s Fools: Why the Rich Go Broke

Matthias Clamer for The New York Times

George Foreman, at his home in Houston, went from street fighter to boxing champion to product pitchman. Along the way he had a close call with bankruptcy after squandering $5 million.


Published: September 17, 2006

GEORGE FOREMAN — bald, smiling and gigantic — is propped atop a stool in Gleason’s Gym, the venerable boxing haunt in Brooklyn, watching a videotape of his heavyweight championship bout in 1994 with Michael Moorer.


Clockwise: Mark Twain Papers, The Bancroft Library; Hector Mata/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images; Pool photo by Aaron Lambert; European Pressphoto Agency

Celebrated figures who managed to get rich but then lost nearly everything because of personal blunders and careless spending include, clockwise, Mark Twain, Mike Tyson, John DeLorean and Michael Jackson.

Top, Justin Sullivan/Getty Images; bottom, Richard Sheinwald/Bloomberg News

Lawrence J. Ellison of Oracle typically depends on loans to finance the luxuries of his lifestyle, including his five-level yacht.

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Mr. Foreman is paid millions to endorse products, but says he does not know his net worth.

Mr. Foreman once devastated opponents with brutal, staccato punches short on artistry and long on force. He disposed of formidable pile drivers like Joe Frazier, traded blows with dangerous magicians like Muhammad Ali, and dropped the undefeated 26-year-old Mr. Moorer in the 10th round with a right to the jaw.

Mr. Foreman was 45 at the time of the Moorer fight, a roly-poly 250-pounder who had just reclaimed the heavyweight mantle that Mr. Ali had snatched from him 20 years earlier. By knocking out Mr. Moorer, Mr. Foreman became the oldest heavyweight champion in history and he hailed his victory at the time as one “for all my buddies in the nursing home and all the guys in the jail.”

As Mr. Foreman watches the tape of Mr. Moorer crumpling to the mat, part of a boxing retrospective that ESPN is shooting at Gleason’s, he beams. “Play that again,” he says to no one in particular, softly chuckling to himself. The knockout was the culmination of an unlikely return to the ring that Mr. Foreman staged in his later years, well after he had retired. He has often said that he ended his retirement to prove that nobody is too old for a comeback.

But Mr. Foreman confides in an interview that something else actually drove him back into boxing in the late 1980’s, and it had nothing to do with proving the meaninglessness of an AARP card. Having blown about $5 million, made mostly, he says, during his salad days as a young champion, he desperately needed the money he could earn by fighting again. A former street thug from Houston, accustomed to dispassionately cutting down the most ferocious of men, Mr. Foreman was on the verge of bankruptcy in the 1980’s — and it terrified him.

“It was frightening, the most horrible thing that can happen to a man, as far as I am concerned,” he says. “Scary. Frightening. Nervous. I had a family, people to take care of — my wife, my children, my mother. I haven’t gotten over that yet.”

Pondering his glimpse into the abyss a moment longer, Mr. Foreman’s eyes tighten: “It was that scary because you hear about people being homeless and I was only fractions, fractions from being homeless.”

UNLIKE many others with lush bankrolls who somehow manage to lose it all, Big George rebounded handsomely from his flirtation with bankruptcy. He earned multimillion-dollar purses boxing in the 1990’s and made tens of millions more by reinventing himself as a gentle entrepreneur, astutely peddling the best-selling hamburger grills that bear his name.

Even so, the trajectory of Mr. Foreman’s finances once had him headed into a gilded pantheon of big buckaroos who have squandered often-unimaginable sums of money, come perilously close to personal bankruptcy or completely lost their shirts. The ranks of well-heeled debtors include Thomas Jefferson, Buffalo Bill Cody, Mark Twain, Ulysses S. Grant, Debbie Reynolds, Michael Jackson, Dorothy Hamill, Robert Maxwell, Mike Tyson, Jack Abramoff and a long and pitiful cast of lottery winners.

Each of these grandees had distinct encounters with errant money management. Some of them were undone by rampant spending, others by injudicious deal-making, still others by various shades of greed, fraud or spectacularly poor investments. All of which gives rise to the same old set of questions: Why can’t those who are already wealthy restrain themselves from spending more than they have? Why do rich people, those who would seem to have all the financial padding one needs, wind up deeply in debt? Even worse, why do some of them end up broke?

Mr. Foreman, street-smart and now mindful of his wallet, has his own perceptive answers to those questions. For the man who came back from the brink, it’s all a matter of discipline and proper boundaries.

“A lot of people just don’t grow up,” he says. “I mean, 65-year-old men. They just don’t grow up. They don’t understand that money does not grow on a tree and that you’ve got to respect every dollar. Like Rip Van Winkle — the guy who slept — they party, party, party, then they wake up. ‘Oh my God!’ And they do something desperate trying to recapture what they had. And it doesn’t work like that. You must stay awake.”

David W. Latko, a money manager and radio host who recently published “Everybody Wants Your Money” (HarperCollins), a personal finance primer, reduces the mechanics of squandered wealth to handy categories. He says there are five basic ways people become rich: they inherit, marry, steal, win or earn their fortunes. Only those who earn fortunes, says Mr. Latko, tend to preserve their wealth. Inhabitants of the other four categories are more prone to be wastrels.

“The first thing you’ve got to look at, always, is where is the money coming from,” he says. “People who’ve made money themselves protect it. People who’ve inherited it spend it.”

Profiles of wealthy debtors may not be quite as tidy as Mr. Latko’s list suggests; self-made gazillionaires can wind up insolvent, too, particularly if they earn their money in celebrity circuses like Hollywood. But by and large, Mr. Latko’s list rings true and reinforces one of Mr. Foreman’s points: America’s rich, it would seem, sometimes do believe that money grows on trees.

In some of the darker scenes in Frank Capra’s 1946 cinematic parable about family, community and money, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” Uncle Billy, a kindly, pastoral fogy whose bank office is routinely visited by crows and squirrels, misplaces a hefty deposit that threatens to upend the Bailey family’s little savings-and-loan. Billy’s nephew, George Bailey, played by that symbol of middle-American rectitude, James Stewart, warns his uncle of the consequences of a bank collapse that also promises to force the Bailey family into debt.

“Where’s that money?” George screams at his uncle, growing more frantic by the second. “Do you realize what this means? It means bankruptcy and scandal and prison!” Later rescued from suicide and shame by a bumbling angel and generous townsfolk who kick in hatfuls of cash around the Bailey family’s Christmas tree, George gets smooches from his lovely wife and a new lease on life.

In our more modern financial era, fueled by credit card debt, home equity loans and myriad other forms of handy spending money, George Bailey’s predicament strikes us as, perhaps, quaint. When people like the former baseball commissioner Bowie Kuhn — who earned a handsome salary overseeing the national pastime before his law firm collapsed in bankruptcy in 1990 — decamp to manses in Florida to take advantage of state laws that prevent creditors attaching expensive homes, George Bailey’s fear of ostracism rings old-fashioned.

Over the last three decades, personal bankruptcy rates in America have soared. But in a nod to the notion that going belly-up still carries a whiff of disrepute, Congress tightened bankruptcy laws last year to circumvent what Senator Orrin G. Hatch, Republican of Utah, decried as “a way to avoid personal responsibility.”

It may be, however, that for most people, a bankruptcy filing simply marks an inability to stay afloat — not an attempt to dodge creditors — because most of those who lose their shirts typically are not rich.

According to a study by the St. Louis Federal Reserve last fall, most bankruptcy filers are blue-collar, lower-middle-class high school graduates who are already overloaded with debt when they get sideswiped by unforeseen miseries like a job loss or overwhelming medical expenses. Rarely do the rich have to ponder the consequences of layoffs or insurmountable hospital bills, yet the social ledger is chock-full of examples of landed gentry who still dissipate their wealth and run the risk of ignominy.

Buffalo Bill hauled in the equivalent of about $30 million in today’s dollars overseeing his Wild West show at Chicago’s Columbian Exposition in 1893, according to Erik Larson’s book “The Devil in the White City.” A financial panic in 1907 ruined him and his show; when he died in 1917 there wasn’t enough money in his till to pay for his burial.

Mark Twain, who had a lifelong penchant for dodgy investments and gimmicky inventions, lost about $4 million in today’s dollars betting on a newfangled but unwanted typesetting machine in the 1890’s. He subsequently had to take to the lecture circuit to stave off bankruptcy.

Michael Jackson, who began churning out Top 10 songs and albums as the lead singer of the Jackson 5 before reaching puberty, found it necessary to pledge a stake in his lucrative songbook of Beatles hits to secure a $270 million bank loan to forestall a slide into bankruptcy.

Mike Tyson, like Mr. Jackson a gifted man-child, is entangled in his own financial woes despite once having the marquee power to draw $30 million purses for a single fight. When Mr. Tyson filed for bankruptcy in 2004, he listed debts of $27 million, including about $13 million in unpaid federal taxes and about $174,000 for a diamond-studded gold chain. He had maintained a monthly budget of about $400,000 before the filing.

Buffalo Bill, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson, Wayne Newton, Burt Reynolds, Elton John and other public examples of spending run amok were, or are, all entertainers, and entertainers offer ready fodder for tsk-tsking — largely because gossip columns make it easy for the rest of us homely paupers to take quiet satisfaction in their plight. Entertainers, for the most part, are also peculiarly vulnerable when it comes to personal finance.

“You have people who are struggling for a long time and then overnight, boom, they hit it,” says Shelley Finkel, Mike Tyson’s manager. “If they don’t have someone watching out for them, and some emotional stability, it will be very hard for them to be grounded financially.”

MR. FINKEL, a genial, elfin 62-year-old New Yorker who began his own career promoting a A-list rock stars like Jimi Hendrix, said he had always advised musicians and athletes to protect their wealth by socking away a chunk of their earnings into annuities or pensions. Few of them have heeded that advice, he said, including Mr. Tyson, who Mr. Finkel believes earned and lost more than $400 million in his boxing career.

“It’s very hard to tell them ‘Don’t!’ because they love the instant gratification,” Mr. Finkel says. “I think the human in general is vulnerable and whatever their weakness is it’s going to get exploited, particularly around money.”

Mr. Foreman, unlike most entertainers and athletes, had homegrown financial antennae, and his budgetary acumen surfaced at a relatively early age. He slugged his way into prominence by winning a gold medal at the 1968 Olympics, and a year later, when he was 20, he turned pro. Schooled, he said, in the perils of errant spending by the financial predicament of the boxing legend Joe Louis, he decided to form the George Foreman Development Corporation in 1971.

“I had so much time alone,” he recalls. “Not many people thought I would be champ of the world. Didn’t have any friends at all. And what I would do is walk to the bookstore, and I’d buy books. And they were books on taxes, accrual taxes, estimated taxes, and you better make a corporation.”

Mr. Foreman says his homework persuaded him to put about 25 percent of what he earned at every bout into a pension and profit-sharing plan controlled by his corporation. “I had all this time dreaming of this, so that when money came upon me I was already prepared,” he says.

Despite how closely Mr. Foreman tended his nest egg, most of his assets remained exposed. He describes the way he invested his unencumbered cash, about $5 million, as a series of blunders: “Oil wells, gas wells, banks, flop, flop, flop.”

Entertainers aren’t the only rich people with holes in their pockets. Business people, seemingly prepared to have a better handle on their balance sheets than celebrities, have wound up as big debtors as well. William Randolph Hearst, of the publishing empire, the San Simeon estate and a 280-foot yacht, stood at the edge of insolvency in the late 30’s. John Z. DeLorean, Motor City dream weaver and inventor of a streamlined sports car that bore his name, filed for bankruptcy in 1999 after financial and legal problems.

Questioned in 1991 about the reasons rich people hit the skids, the multibillionaire investor Warren E. Buffett told an audience at Notre Dame that debt and alcohol were ever-present culprits in financial demise. “I’ve seen more people fail because of liquor and leverage — leverage being borrowed money,” he said, according to a transcript of his comments. “You really don’t need leverage in this world much. If you’re smart, you’re going to make a lot of money without borrowing.

“I’ve never borrowed a significant amount of money in my life. Never,” he added. “Never will. I’ve got no interest in it. The other reason is I never thought I would be way happier when I had 2X instead of X.”

Yet even the most well-to-do sometimes still rely on debt. Over the years, Lawrence J. Ellison, founder and chief executive of Oracle, has preferred to hold onto, rather than sell, his shares in the database provider, giving him a stake currently valued about $17.6 billion.

Oracle shares represent almost the entirety of Mr. Ellison’s fortune, and to finance one of the country’s splashiest spending sprees (454-foot megayacht, mansions, expensive hobbies and more) he has occasionally taken on sizable bank loans rather than sell his shares — all on the presumption that the value of his shares will remain lofty enough to allow him to pay back the loans.

A RAFT of e-mail messages and financial documents introduced in a lawsuit that disgruntled shareholders filed against Mr. Ellison and other Oracle executives in 2001, give witness to some of Mr. Ellison’s budgeting practices. (The suit was settled last November and the judge in the matter subsequently unsealed financial documents submitted as exhibits in the case). The documents, first reported by The San Francisco Chronicle earlier this year, also show how far Philip E. Simon, an adviser who described himself as Mr. Ellison’s “financial servant,” went in trying to persuade his boss to pay off about $1.2 billion in loans. (Neither Mr. Ellison nor Mr. Simon responded to interview requests for this article).

Mr. Ellison’s ledger around the end of 2000 included annual “lifestyle” spending of about $20 million, the purchase of a Japanese villa for $25 million, a proposed underwater archeology project earmarked for $12 million and his new yacht, budgeted at $194 million (news reports later said that the yacht’s final cost approached $300 million).

“I know you view me as a pessimist,” Mr. Simon wrote Mr. Ellison in an e-mail message in 2002, several months after banks began sounding alarms about Mr. Ellison’s debt. “Maybe you’re right, though I would disagree. Nonetheless, I think it’s imperative that we start to budget and plan. New purchases should be kept to a minimum. We need to establish and execute on a diversification plan to eliminate (yes, eliminate) all debt and build up a significant, conservatively structured, liquid investment portfolio.

“I know you don’t like to discuss this,” Mr. Simon added. “I know this e-mail may/will depress you. View this as a call to arms.”

Mr. Ellison paid down a portion of his debt by 2002, according to court filings, and his Oracle holdings are vast enough that it was unlikely that his financial well-being was ever in peril. But for lesser financial potentates, the psychological twists behind overspending and bad investing can be more debilitating.

“The rich are different from you and me: they are more egotistical,” says Theodore R. Aronson, managing principal of Aronson Johnson Ortiz, an investment firm in Philadelphia. “Psychologically, I think the rich, because of their egos, think they know everything. Well, they don’t, and many of them repeatedly make horrible investments — because they can.”

Financial success can breed its own peculiar set of vulnerabilities. “People who are very successful develop elevated sensibilities about their skills, and when things turn on them they won’t admit they’re wrong because their self-confidence has held them up so long,” says Arnold S. Wood, chief executive of Martingale Asset Management in Boston. “In the face of evidence, even subjective evidence, that suggests that something bad is about to happen to someone, a funny thing happens: They reject the evidence.

“These kinds of people just continue spending because they think the money will keep coming in because they’re so successful,” adds Mr. Wood, who says he is fascinated by the possible neurological and social underpinnings of financial delusion and decision-making. He believes that gender plays a strong role in financial ruin because, he says, women tend to be more risk averse than men when it comes to money. Some interesting research backs this up.

Brad M. Barber and Terrance Odean, two business professors at the University of California, Berkeley, noted in an analysis in 2001 of stock trading, “Boys Will Be Boys,” that psychological studies demonstrated that men tended to be more overconfident than women. Financial data supported the same point. “Models of investor overconfidence predict that men will trade more and perform worse than women,” the professors’ study concluded.

Dig a little deeper into this psychological terrain, and, alas, the financial deck may be stacked beginning in childhood, regardless of sex. Kathleen Gurney, a “financial psychologist” who advises wealthy people trapped in monetary crises, said that the social milieu in which people grew up, the early messages they received about money and their individual emotional makeup all conspired to define how well they handled money as an adult.

America’s consumer landscape, which prizes spending and encourages people to define themselves by what they own, only makes the financial balancing act trickier for adults, especially if they have fat wallets.

“Someone who goes broke, or someone who goes into debt, is really somebody who isn’t comfortable having their money,” Ms. Gurney says. “Yes, it appears as a lack of discipline. But the lack of discipline comes from an emotional place that causes them to be undisciplined. It’s not about the money. It’s about our emotional relationship to money.

“The people who are out there just running through money have failed because they haven’t come to terms with who they are and what they want the money to do for them,” she adds. “I see a lot of baby boomers beginning to panic because they haven’t figured this out.”

Mr. Foreman, who stared down financial collapse as an adult despite a troubled, impoverished childhood, said he knew real wealth when he saw it. “If you’re confident, you’re wealthy,” he says. “I’ve seen guys who work on a ship channel and they get to a certain point and they’re confident. You can look in their faces, they’re longshoremen, and they have this confidence about them.”

He says he can spot a longshoreman who has enough equity in his home and enough money in the bank to feel secure, and that some people, no matter how much money they have, never get there. “I’ve seen a lot of guys with millions and they don’t have any confidence,” he says. “So they’re not wealthy.”

IN the years after the Moorer fight, Mr. Foreman became much wealthier than he ever was during his boxing career. In 1999, he sold his name and his image to the manufacturer of George Foreman’s Lean Mean Fat-Reducing Grilling Machine for $137.5 million in cash and stock. He is now a proven pitchman on home shopping channels and the lecture circuit. He owns a fleet of cars, a watch collection, two homes and a ranch in Texas, and another home on the Caribbean island of St. Lucia — but he says he has no idea what his net worth is, and he says he does not want to know.

“When you start knowing, you’re scared,” he says. “I have lots of money, you know what I mean? But I haven’t found confidence like that longshoreman I told you about.” Nearly going bankrupt, he asserts, has permanently scarred him. “I will never feel secure again,” he says. “I’ve got to earn, earn, earn, earn.”

Respect every dollar, Mr. Foreman reiterated, respect every dollar.

“You can become complacent,” he says. “You can say, ‘I’m successful,’ which is the kiss of death. In America it’s hard to wake up hungry. It’s frightening. You can become complacent and wake up tomorrow totally homeless.”



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Hit the Heights, but Take the Stairs

Tom Smart for The New York Times

Mike Santi tries a climbing route in Utah that has permanent aids like rebar ladders and fixed cables.


Published: September 15, 2006

EAST of the Great Salt Lake and its murky brine, across desert brush and urban sprawl, the mountains of Ogden, Utah, stretch jagged and steep into the sky. There, on the front of the Wasatch Range, pyramid peaks cut a sharp silhouette on the backdrop of blue.


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Chris Peterson, owns the Waterfall Canyon Climbing Park in Ogden, Utah, which has the newest via ferrata routes in North America.

Tom Smart for The New York Times

While climbers at Waterfall Canyon are warned about the risks of the via ferrata, its fixed features allow beginners like Kym Buttschardt to tackle sheer rock walls and traverse knife-edge ridges.

“Long ways down,” said Kym Buttschardt, an Ogden native standing on the edge of a cliff, peering off toward her home thousands of feet down in the valley below. Ms. Buttschardt, a 39-year-old mother of three young boys who operates a restaurant business with her husband, gripped a rebar ladder rung drilled into the rock face. Her climbing harness was tethered to a cable.

“I’ve got to get my boys up here some day,” Ms. Buttschardt said. The climb above, a 350-foot route at the edge of Ogden, was equipped with ladders, bolts and fixed cables. The style of climbing — a European discipline called via ferrata — allowed Ms. Buttschardt and a group of eight other climbers, including three consummate beginners, to move over the stone with little hesitation.

Via ferrata — Italian for iron way — is immensely popular in Europe, where hundreds of cable-protected routes lace the Alps. Ladders, bridges, stair steps, bolts and strands of cable affixed to vertical rock, all permanent and built to weather decades of exposure, are common on prominent peaks. Ropes, rock shoes, belay devices and removable protection — requisite gear for the sport of rock climbing — are superfluous on a via ferrata climb. Indeed, the via ferrata technique, which was developed during World War I to move troops quickly through the Dolomites in Northern Italy, allows climbers with little instruction or climbing skill to safely ascend sheer cliff faces.

“Via ferrata is probably the quickest way for a new climber to get up high and exposed in the mountains,” said Ron Olevsky, a 52-year-old climbing guide from Toquerville, Utah, who helped lead Ms. Buttschardt’s trip. But Mr. Olevsky, who has pioneered climbing routes in the West since the 1970’s, said via ferrata shares few traits with the sport of rock climbing. “If you want to learn climbing technique,” he said, “it’s not the best way to start out.”

In North America, via ferrata has never been a part of the climbing culture. Fewer than 10 via ferrata climbing areas exist in the United States, and many climbers in this country are unfamiliar with the sport. Government-imposed bans that outlaw permanent climbing anchors, notably the Wilderness Act of 1964, make installing via ferrata climbs a red-tape nightmare in many places.

Some climbers have environmental or ethical qualms. “Via ferratas make remote, craggy regions that were formerly accessible to very few people accessible to just about anyone,” said Duane Raleigh, the editor and publisher of Rock and Ice, a climbing magazine based in Carbondale, Colo. “If the goal is to make the mountains easy for everyone, then via ferratas are good. But, in my opinion, they represent the sterilization of the wild lands.”

Phil Powers, the executive director of the American Alpine Club in Golden, Colo., said North Americans could benefit from more exposure to via ferrata. “I am fond of the idea that nonclimbers could experience the thrill of the vertical world so easily on a via ferrata and then maybe pursue our wonderful sport as a result,” he said.

The via ferrata climbs above Ogden — three abrupt lines built last fall under the management of Jeff Lowe, a world-renowned climber — are part of Waterfall Canyon Climbing Park, a private preserve owned by Chris Peterson, a businessman in the area. They are the nation’s newest via ferrata routes.

On a sunny Monday morning in mid-August, Mr. Peterson met Ms. Buttschardt, Mr. Olevsky and six other climbers at the parking lot below the canyon. Mr. Peterson gripped a single trekking pole while giving introductions. He said the trail ahead would entail an hour of uphill hiking to reach the bottom of the first climb.

Juniper berries, chalky blue and small as peas, dotted the trail as Mr. Peterson led the group into the shade of the canyon. Russian olive trees arched over the path. Water trickled unseen in a gully below.

“Keep your eyes peeled for thimbleberries,” Mr. Peterson said. “They can be quite good this time of year.”

At the base of the first climb, the canyon’s namesake waterfall misting just upstream, Mr. Olevsky double-checked harnesses and lanyard setups. A rebar ladder rung stuck off the wall at shoulder height. A silver cable, galvanized steel and a quarter-inch in diameter, traced a path on the cliff above.

Mike Santi, a first-time climber from Minneapolis, reached to touch the initial rung on the route. Two carabiner-equipped lanyards, both with shock-absorbing properties to protect from the brute force of a fall, dangled from his harness. Mr. Santi clipped them into the cable before stepping off the ground.

“Wish me luck,” he said to the group, his shirt already damp with perspiration from the hike.

The rock above, a houndstooth pattern of lichen and seams and pockmarked decay, formed a giant open book against a blueberry sky. A zigzag of sunlight and shadow painted the face.

In 10 minutes, all nine climbers were perched on the stone wall, fingertips curled around rebars, stepping and pulling fast and fluid. The route began easy and a bit less than vertical, a slab of north-facing quartzite. Carabiners slid on the cable quietly beside each climber as they made their way toward a ledge halfway up.

Mr. Santi, Ms. Buttschardt and her husband, Peter — the beginners in the group — had little trouble on the 350-foot climb. Steep vertical sections ended in rests on small ledges. A sharp ridgeline put the climbers on an exposed rib of rock. Talus slopes lay strewn hundreds of airy feet below. But the stout ladder rungs, spaced close on the wall, made the ascent straightforward and easy.

“Look at this view!” Ms. Buttschardt exclaimed, her hand in a salute on her forehead to ward off the sun. Steep foothills dropped off into Ogden. The pan-flat basin below — a crisscross of streets, a mush of leafy green and desert tan to all points west — yielded only to the Great Salt Lake, which flittered 25 miles beyond.

The climbers continued on in a line, stepping on iron, grabbing stone. Clouds, wispy and white, studded with stalactites of virga, drifted in over the ridge. Nine tiny dots made their way up, climbing a steep stairway to heaven in the mountains above Ogden.

VISITOR INFORMATION

VIA ferrata is a popular European pastime, with hundreds of cable-protected, rung-equipped routes ensconced in the Alps. In North America, the sport is little known, and fewer than 10 via ferrata climbing areas have been established in the United States and Canada.

Waterfall Canyon Climbing Park in Ogden, Utah, is the newest area in the United States, with three precipitous climbs found in a deep quartzite canyon just east of the town. The canyon, a private preserve that is scheduled to open officially this fall, has a training wall where newcomers to via ferrata can practice before heading uphill to the big climbs. Rates will start at $40 a day, which includes equipment rental and

a lesson on the training wall (801-550-1761).

The Whistler Blackcomb Ski Resort in British Columbia has a via ferrata that begins on Whistler Glacier before ascending sheer stone to the mountain’s 7,160-foot summit. The Whistler Alpine Guides Bureau (604-938-9242, www.whistlerguides.com) leads four-hour trips on the via ferrata for 129 Canadian dollars (about $113 at 1.14 Canadian dollars to the American dollar), including equipment.

Towering fins of Tuscarora quartzite provide a dramatic setting for the via ferrata at the Nelson Rocks Preserve near Seneca Rocks, W. Va. (304-567-3169, www.nelsonrocks.org). A 200-foot-long swinging bridge, which connects two fins and sways airy and free 150 feet off the ground, is part of the half-mile route. Rates are $35 to $40 for a day pass and equipment rental.

The Torrent Falls Resort in the Daniel Boone National Forest of eastern Kentuckywww.torrentfalls.com). has a via ferrata that traverses an immense horseshoe gorge. Highlights include a 120-foot perch, a 70-foot-long bridge and a section of the climb that skirts behind a seasonal waterfall. An adult day pass, including training and gear rental, is $32 (606-668-6613,



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