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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.

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...and all this time I thought it was 1/2mv squared... I hope anybody that wants an equation as a tattoo pulls out a decent mathematics text book to double check their work. It's a lot easier to tattoo paper if you use a pencil and eraser as the tattoo marking tool. How about this one: I get it! That's her circumference...in meters! Ladies, those tats you acquired ain't gonna looks so hot when the small of your back is no longer the small of your back. My wife's parents had an employee with a tongue stud working retail. They soon realized that nobody could understand her since she always sounded as if she were choking on something. They then required her to remove it during work hours. She liked her job and complied.

This statement makes major, incorrect assumptions. But I'll leave you in the dark. And while I'm at it, let me ask why you feel the need to support some of the most incredibly stupid, offensive comments...made by some of the the most incredibly stupid, offensive participants... to be found in this forum? Vulgar attacks on Christians are to be defended? Now Jews? What's next, our African American brothers?

Feck, I see the little "moderator" icon next to your handle. With your special status, perhaps you can be of service. The first and perhaps the most important upgrade for the new Alpine Buddy should be to change the caption under his image. "Enthusiast" is one of those veiled insults that elite mountain climbers use to refer to wannabe climbers. I can think of a handful of synonymous words I've heard over the years....pilgrims, aspirants, gapers, candidates (that last one is Dave Bale's favorite). Maybe you, with your moderatorial powers, can help here. Let's change his image caption to ALPINE BUDDY.

I read this and ask myself, "Who's the bitch?" Dude, you're harshing my mellow.

And if he'd let ya, you'd know 'em too.

Mark is a prime candidate to be named Pope and Dwayner's "Alpine Buddy". And I don't think he will disappoint us the way the last recipient of this honor did.

There are no old, bold climbers. Not to point fingers because we've all been careless occasionally, but climbing is something you can't enjoy in a cedar box. No matter how talented and inspirational you are (or believe you are), you owe it to yourself and the people who care about you to show a little restraint.