Trip Report: what better way to spend mlk-day than indulging in the late reverend's favorite hobby?
wholly shiite muslims, it's goddamn cold in that thare gorge - the hurricane wind really helps hurry you the hell along...
ain't been to work since fuckall - jesus, it's gonna be july before they let us go home - after snowpocalypse 2017 reduced the good people of sw washignton to feasting on their young, i managed to emerge from the ashes of my hopeless dreams n' go diddling into the gorge w/ Our Boy Bryan on a sunday afternoon
ole adam was gracious to let us get all criminal up in his beacon abode - a raging fire led eventually to a raging hangover - arctic skies, a big blow threatening to carry all away - kenny came by n' then it was a 4-alarm hootenanny, us all hepped up n' hollering at the heavens, listening to old school records on the whirly-table - had some soup n' sausage n' got all whiskey-drunk, not caring one bit about the wicked world around us at all...
a deep gray invading my dim conscious as the grisly sun crept above the horizon on mlk-morning - bitter cold n' breezy - biscuits n' gravy at the skamania mart, was worried for a bit it might come right back up n' besmirch the virgin snow
adam had done some snowshowing up the archer creek drainage and had pics of lovely ice - we reckoned it was long odds anybody gotten back up there, given its a bit of an approach and every fool know's there still ton's of FA's available just 5 minutes from the parking lot throughout the gorge
not too hard to find - a couple miles east of cape horn take the smith-cripe rd north of the 14 - chains required currently - at the heavily-shotgunned end of county road sign, park n' start hoofing it back into the drainage - a good deal of gems to mine back there - approaches are 30-60 minutes, depending on how far you wanna wander
we did a short, steep 35 meter pitch at the top of a gully - remembered to bring the rope-gun this time, so no need for heroics - there was much more to do, but jesus-god, we were both frozen n' ready for a warm car (the pbr-can clotted w/ ice a minute after opening), so settled for some steep forest cluster-fucking n' side-hilling to scope out part of the cliff line n' scooted
seemed only proper to give The Man credit in the moniker
lotza lovely stuff up there
white people all look the same...
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