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It's all about the garb. When you put on wooly knickers and gaiters to hike up Mt. Si, you're alpine climbing. This became clear to me on Chimney Rock when we left our packs on the glacier and went up the wall with just a rope and about six nuts kind of early one morning. I remember wearing a T-shirt and yellow lycra tights. As we ran the rope right through six mountaineers bivied on a ledge four pitches up, one of them woke up, took a look at my goofy pants and remarked, "Buddy, this is an alpine climb."

Well, it didn't take long to find somebody who's free-soloed it. And as I've asserted, I'm sure Coco can add his name to a long list of those who have. The "meaningless little route" in question was a long-standing top-rope problem. With bolts, I suppose it remains a "meaningless little route"...now it's just ugly. And it exists on a highly visible cliff with great top-rope access, a cliff previously untainted by such garbage. Just a couple of questions. Why bother bolting this "meaningless little route"? I suggest that the result is hardly worth the effort, but that the mess created (as many view it) is something we'd be better off without. Those of you who think clipping a few bolts adds tremendous adventure to this top-rope problem....Oh my goodness! You just don't know the meaning of the word "adventure". Finally, for those who want to get the feeling of "leading" that sport climbing gives you instead of top-roping short climbs like this, try top-roping with...oh, maybe about 4-1/2 feet of slack in the rope. That should give you an equal rectal pucker.

What does it crowd? My style, that's what. We're talking about a face climb that was for decades a nice little top-rope problem, probably climbed on lead and free-soloed an uncountable number of times. It certainly doesn't need bolts, any more than the top-rope problems at Bruce's Boulder. In it's current state, anybody who climbs in the area will be once again reminded of everything that is pathetic about sport climbing and the trail of trash attendant thereto. The bolts on this climb do not respect the first ascent of the climb, the tradition of the climb, the flavor of climbing on that cliff, nor the wishes of those who prefer to keep climbing wild, adventurous and free of trash.

Jim Zorn will coach the Redskins.

In Yosemite, slip into Sunnyside around midnight or 1 a.m. Find a group that's already retired into their tents, with lights off. Throw your bag down in the corner of their site, then set your alarm for 7 a.m. Take a nap in the afternoon when it's too hot to climb. On my last trip we didn't pay once.

Funny thing is, my comments were purely an attempt to get people talking about football...in a football thread (that's how it started). I (correctly) suggested that most of the loud-mouth types on this board are even less capable of talking football than they are talking about climbing. It was a challenge...with the goal being to stimulate football talk. I think that the game was interesting, but what the Giants did was incredibly special. What we end up with is yet another cc.com thread degenerating into absolute trash with the usual a-holes leading the charge. Another funny thing...you claim I'm all washed up for "real climbing" and arbitrarily claim that mt. biking doesn't qualify. I offer to climb off the couch and show you what "Mr. Glory Dayz" is all about and you punt. Icicle Ridge sounds super, if you're still interested when it melts out. I assume you're talking about doing it on mountain bikes. And here's another challenge: I'll bet I can do your hardest boulder problem with a watermelon tied to my ass.

Here's the best I could find on youtube....would be nice to find video of a George Jones performance but oh well. Nyoy4mNnH_Q

You run 1000 feet a day? That's nothing for a guy who claims to be unemployed and financially independent. I have a career (bascially public service considering the compensation), run a home business 3 nights a week and have 3 daughters. When I can get out of the house, I wouldn't squander my time on a 1,000 foot climb. And BTW the 78,000 is all on the bike and all off pavement. It's more of a scheduling accomplishment than a physical accomplishment. I've only been able to ride 37 days. Climbing? My last rock climb was in September. I did 5.11 off the couch. Let me know the first time you fire off ROTC or free solo Brass Balls (among 30 pitches before lunch). I'll come right out and say it: you're a big-talking small fry. I'll out climb you on your best day (off the couch) on rock, on ice, on a trail, on a mountain bike...your choice, puss-n-boots.

Is that photo from your highly anticipated trip report? Where's the photos of "dried leaves 'n shit...with feeling"? (quote credit = Fairweather) Do I climb? Um...78,000 feet on my mountain bike since November. Wanna race?

I know it's only Monday night, but here's a classic popularized by George Jones: G) Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter That looks like (D) Elvis I © soaked the label (Am) off (D7) a Flintstone Jelly Bean (G) jar I cleared us off a place on that one little table that you (D) left us And © pulled me up a (D7) big ole piece of (G) floor I © pulled the head off (Am) Elvis Filled © Fred up to his (Am) pelvis Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the © King is (G) gone And (D) so are (G) you © 'Round about 10 we all got to (D7) talking © 'Bout Graceland, Bedrock and (D7) such © The conversation finally turned to (D7) women © But they said they didn't get around too (D7) much © Elvis said, "Find 'em (D7) young" And Fred said (G) "Old Fashioned girls are © fun" Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the © King is (G) gone And (D) so are (G) you © Later on it finally (D7) hit me © That you wouldn't be 'a comin' home no (D7) more © 'Cause this time I know you won't (D7) forgive me © Like all of them other times (D7) before © Then I broke Elvis' (D7) nose Pouring the (G) last drop from his © toes Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the © King is (G) gone And (D) so are (G) you © Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the© King is (G) gone And (D) so are (G) you TAG: (G) Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter That looks like (D) Elvis I © soaked the label (Am) off (D7) a Flintstone Jelly Bean (G) jar....(fade)

This is bullshit. Why don't you pot-smokin' sport "climbers" take your limp-wristed BS to the Climbers Board where this cheese is tolerated if not appreciated? We're talking about football. We're talking about THE NEW YORK FOOTBALL GIANTS for crying out loud. Let's hear one of these loud-mouth geeks like Dru or Kevbone or Trashcanlicker talk pigskin for a change. God knows they've got nothing to say about climbing.

The rude dude gots 'tude. Listen, you just committed a couple of fouls: 1. You changed the verb "climbed" to "hiked" in my quote. 2. You trivialized a mighty NW mountain that is sacred to many mountaineering legends. 3. You insulted Big Lou (see #2). 4. You trivialized a mountain you've never climbed. 5. Through these actions (1-4) you've just thumbed your nose at a friendly invitation. This is very disappointing. I was ready to smoke the peace pipe with you, maybe introduce you to Big Lou, maybe even introduce you to ......Dwayner. But you blew it. More than likely. Is he the guy with whom I saw you climbing Batskins?

Hey Peter, have you climbed Rainier yet? Any alpine climbing whatsoever? I can see a rock jock running out of things to do here, but it's the mountaineering that makes Washington special. People travel from far away to climb in the Cascades. We should bag a peak this summer. P.S. You can invite your friend.

F__ YOU, YOU F___ING F___! You're spitting on the grave of Frank Zappa. Thank you, New York Football Giants, for delivering one of the best Superbowl games I can remember watching. If you're a Pats fan, this has got to hurt.

Here ya go.

First of all, the wankers who frequent this board owe you many thanks for posting such excellent spank-off material (myself excluded....I've got obligations of my own). Second, dude you'd better watch out. If you wanna keep her around you've gotta pretend to be half interested. 'Cause once she finds out how "in love" you are with her, she'll be ready for the next conquest.

I got it from the toilet seat. It jumped right up and grabbed my meat!

I think the secret is to find joy in giving, whether to our parents (who certainly sacrificed for us) or to our children (who more than ever need role models who are caring, responsible adults) or to the community. There exists tremendous satisfaction in knowing you'll leave the world a better place than you found it. Additionally, don't put off the fun until retirement. In my case I can only get away for a few hours two or three times a week to ride my mountain bike, but those few selfish hours "charge my batteries" and motivate me to confront the routine. Then I drink a beer and collapse every night, and in the blink of an eye the alarm goes off and my feet hit the ground running. There's no time for depression.

Oh no. I had it repaired at a shop within walking distance of my place of employment. I'm almost as attached to the car, a '97 civic with 190k miles, as I am the coat. It's interesting that with high gas prices, I've been approached by three people who offered to buy it while I was filling up.

Gee, this reminds me. I found some adventure at the coffee box the other morning. Upon receiving my hot cup of brew, my damn window jammed in the down position. What to do? Drive to work 20 minutes with the window down? No way. It was 23 degrees out there, so I raced back to the house and got my belay coat, a $40 jobber I had scored from the basement at REI on first hill. How many times has that cheap, filthy coat saved my ass? I mean sure, it's got little burn holes from camp fire sparks out of which goose down occasionally spills (that way you know it's the real deal and not filled with some synthetically manufactured imitation insulation). My attachment to this coat borders on sentimental. In fact I was personally insulted when I ran into Dave Bale in Leavenworth, at a beer hall during Oktoberfest, and he commented on how disgustingly dirty it was. I mean really, that coat's grungy elbows and greasy collar can fill the most sterile, sanitary room with the aroma of high adventure. I thought Dave Bale, of all people, would appreciate it. Little did he know that I'd just come through the beer hall's security check with an entire six-pac of Snow Cap stuffed into the pockets. That made the pretzels his kids were selling affordable.

Way to get after it. We've seen probably fewer than 10 trip reports in the last 2 months! Enjoyed your post.

That's really something! And to think we bailed off the Denny Tooth one winter.

Ping Pong is nearly as captivating as this:

talk about how Sean Alexander is a devout Christian and they might lock it... Hawks by 10....inspite of the high-priced guy who won't lower his shoulder.