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October 1998 Seattle Magazine www.seattlemag. com Weathering Heights When he isn't wearing his thinking cap, His clothes are a loose-fitting hodgepodge of purples, blues and greens. His closely cropped hair is still thick, but speckled with gray, and a beard pops out of his chin like an upside-down rhino horn. Larry Dobson is 57, but looks not a day over 40, and in this midmorning getup he resembles more the part of his passion than his profession. At home in Clinton, on Whidbey Island, Dobson is an inventor who specializes in sustainable energy and combustion. He has been building and testing prototypes for a quarter century--out-of-this-world concepts like the one he's working on for Pyro Industries in Burlington, Washington: how to heat poultry houses by burning the litter from their chickenhearted inhabitants. But when his thinking cap is removed, Dobson's passion soars--11 feet above the ground. He loads up his red hatchback with props, masks and accessories and performs at festivals and celebrations throughout the Northwest as an exotic stilt walker. Transforming himself into a wizard or an alien, a bat monster or a sun god, Dobson is head and shoulders above the crowd. "Ever since I was a kid, I've had this obsession with strapping on stilts," says Dobson, who says his first high-rise experience, around age six, was initiated by his father, who built his first stilts. "I don't remember much, but I look ecstatic in a picture I found where I'm proudly posing on traditional wooden stilts. I used to wear them to play basketball with the neighbors. "Now it's just a good balance to my 'head work,' because by the end of the day I'm dizzy. Stilt-walking puts me in another realm of life. It's a bizarre, artistic way to relate to people. My firebird costume has a 15-foot wingspan and my bug suit gives me an antenna that's 19 feet high. From a distance I am quite a spectacle." A stilt walker for hire, Dobson takes his Tall Characters Unlimited show around the region, performing in handmade costumes on custom-built stilts. With his background in children's theater (Dobson was part of a 1970s local trio, the Pied Piper Players), he struts and dances at smaller gatherings, such as family reunions and company picnics, and at some of Seattle's largest, including Nordstrom's Grand Opening Celebration and Fremont's Summer Solstice Parade and October Trolloween festival. Born in Seattle, Dobson grew up in Lake Forest Park "when it was a watershed," he says, "and I could walk all day without hitting civilization." Soon after moving to Whidbey Island, his private passion turned public. At a Fourth of July parade in 1971, Dobson showed up as Uncle Sam on wooden stilts, wearing shoes and pants made by a local cobbler and seamstress. Today, Dobson's stilts are made of lightweight aluminum, designed with an apparatus that allows him to swivel at the hips, turning his body without having to pick up his feet. Giant clown shoes do the walking, while Dobson's feet rest in straps 5 feet above the ground. His costume covers the stilts, making him appear to be 11 feet tall. Part of a national network of stilt walkers, he even has his own Web site (www.stiltman.com), and teaches the craft on stilts that he supplies. "Everyone should try it once," says Dobson. "It's surprisingly easy if you begin on shorter stilts. The trick is you must be an 11-foot-tall person, comfortable in your larger body, with your feet on the ground below. It's like learning to walk again, feeling where your feet go when you move them and how gravity aligns you as a taller person. But many people are afraid of falling. That's the question I'm asked all the time: 'What happens when you fall?"' Dobson claims he's not afraid to take a tumble. Twenty-five years in the business have brought him an air of confidence. But, he says, that doesn't mean it's never happened. "During [Seattle's] Torchlight Parade in 1991, I dropped behind and tried to catch up, but I tripped in the middle of the intersection," he says. "I landed pretty hard, and before I knew it, they had stopped the parade and a Medic One guy was over me. I said I was all right, but they put me in the ambulance with my stilts sticking out the back." -SCOTT HOLTER October 1998 Seattle Magazine www.seattlemag. com |