MysticNacho

I'm almost finished with Tasker's "Everest the Cruel Way," which is so far a really good read. A lot of other mountaineering books are poorly written, in my opinion, but who cares? They're fun to read, plus I like to hear about real people doing things in the mountains that are just a wee bit out of my comfort zone.

Yeah baby!

Buddy... she can't belay you right? That's too bad. I'd break up with her if I were you. After all, if she can't belay, who knows what else she can't do right. Get out of there while you still can! Find some burly climber chick with a beard that leads 5.13 trad, that will be better. Trust me.

Actually, thats Emergency Medical TECHNICIAN.

We were up there this weekend, and virtually everything was wet, with a bit of snow in the area. Could have dried out by now though.

Sure hope he'll be ok. Our prayers will definitely be with him. Kudos to Chad and company for taking charge of the situation and making sure that everything that could have been done actually was done.

Oooh Allison, them be fightin' words. I have to agree with you 100% though, after all its just a website. I can't imagine what all the fuss is about unless Lambone did something personal to Caveman in real life, not just this fake ol' website. I'm tired of all this tom-foolery and ballyhoo.

This is the biggest soap opera I've ever experienced. Also, the biggest comedy. Damnit, I love it all!

Now thats just mean. Just plain mean. Where's his decency?

The First Lady brought out the actual pretzyl last night on the Tonight Show. Jay Leno ate some of it. Yum.

sissy mountain biking thing? Good gravy Allison. Every time I see hardcore bikers cruising into a parking lot they always seem to have blood streaming from somewhere that doesn't look fun. I like watching those "sissies" take huge jumps that you just know they haven't a prayer in the world of landing, and sure enough gravity comes crashing up to meet them. M-bikers seem to go through an decent amount of suffering with plenty of bent rims and red badges to show for it. Maybe your Dad was a sissie though. No offense intended. Honest.

I beg your pardon! Who the hell is mike adamson?! Not me, surely. I only know two guys named mike, one is a stoner I wouldn't trust with twine and the other is a fat auto mechanic. I am the real slim shady.

Time for my tale of last weekend. Gather 'round children! Not a climbing tale, but a tale nonetheless. Our objective was to x-country ski up to the Snowbowl Hut, a hut maintained as part of the Mount Tahoma Trails Association. I skied up there 2 years ago, and had excellent memories of a beginner/intermediate 4.5 mile trail with tremendously beautiful view. And despite having to break trail in the middle of the night while its snowing heavily, a good time was had by all. So I figured going back up there this year would be a great little weekend getaway, and so myself and a few friends embarked on the journey. Unfortunately, my roommate brings along his new girlfriend, who unbeknownst to all has absolutely no athletic ability whatsoever. Almost everyone on this trip has not been on cross country ski's before, but I figured it wouldn't be to much of a problem because it was a relatively easy trail. (Despite being entirely uphill) However, roommates girlfriend can not leave until 1 in the afternoon. Of course she is not ready ontime, everyone else is late anyway, plus I forgot the permit back at our place in Seattle, adding an hour to our drive time. We end up hitting the trail at 4:30 in the afternoon. I'm seriously grumbling at this point, but I still figured we'd be okay since the last time I found this damn place it was at night with another bunch of beginners, and we were fine. Plus, the word at the trailhead was that we wouldn't have to break ANY trail, and we were blessed with clear skies. Well to make a long story short, a hike that SHOULD have taken us about 4 hours ended up taking seven and a half. X-country ski conditions were pretty sucky, the snow was real icey making it pretty hard to ski the 4.5 miles uphill. To top it all off, everyone on the trip was having a bad time adjusting to the skis and such. People were falling, cussing at everything in sight, and generally having a terrible time. The pace was incredibly slow, as it was extremely tiring for all. My roommate had some sort of medical problem 3/4 of the way up, and was having trouble breathing, so I ended up having to take his pack and leave mine on the side of the trail. Even though I had told people to bring a headlamp with extra batteries, there were only 3 flashlights between the 5 of us, and I was the only one with a headlamp and extra batteries. Fat lot of good those extra batteries did when the bulb went out, however. One of the other flashlights ran out of batteries, and my roommates girlfriend dropped hers somewhere on the trail and was freaking out to much to pick it back up, leaving it who knows where. Thus, the last mile or so we didn't really have a flashlight. Naturally, being out in the mountains at night in the snowy cold without a flashlight leaves some pretty shitty scenarios running through the mind, so roommates girlfriend starts panicking and crying, the other girl we were with starts having some sort of panic attack, etc. End of the story: We get to the cabin and midnight and bust out the biggest batch of spaghetti I've ever seen. Valuable lessons learned by all.

Well, heres my situation. Going up to the Mount Tahoma Trails Association Snow bowl hut this weekend, and I logged onto their website today (website) to try and figure out how to get there. I was counting on the map they have on their site, but upon further inspection I discovered that it is too blurry to be readable. Anybody ever been there and can tell me how to get there?

quote: Originally posted by BelaySlave: OKAY CHECK IT OUT, I'VE BEEN ON A 2.5 - 3 YEAR BREAK FROM IT ALL. BUT IT IS NOW TIME TO GET BACK INTO IT. I'VE CLIMBED ALL THE VOLCANOES IN WA. WHEN I STOPPED CLIMBING I WAS AROUND 5.9-10A ON SPORT LEAD. I'VE CLIMBED SOME ICE (FUGS FALLS IN VANTAGE, LOUISE FALLS AND PROFESSOR FALLS IN BANFF). I'M LOOKING TO CLIMB WITH SOME ONE AS NEW AS ME FOR I FEEL NEW ALL OVER AGAIN. I AM LOOKING FOR A MORE ALPINE TYPE OF CLIMBING BUT I'LL DO GLACIERS IF I HAVE TO. I'D LIKE TO BAG CHALLENGER OR DOME THIS YEAR. I HAVE MY EYE ON THE MONTE CRISTO RANGE ALSO. I HAVE ALL THE GEAR I NEED FOR ANY CLIMB. BELAYER@AOL.COM [ 01-28-2002: Message edited by: BelaySlave ] AHHH STOP YELLING OW MY EARS OWWWWWW AHHHHHH!!!!!

Wine, whiskey, or beer? Come on.... its not the journey my friends, its the destination.

I always thought that those damn balloons floated out over the ocean and killed dolphins or something. But now that I think about it, duh, winds blow IN from the ocean, not out. Doh!

Buddy, just build a snow cave! It may be a couple of hours of work, but you'll 10 degrees warmer, and more comfy!

I'm even still living in the lutedome Matt, but not past January! Do you know who I am? Because I have no idea who you are.

DECLARATION OF TRIUMPH: After having owned my new car for a week (by new I mean a 1980 volvo) I have put 1053 miles on it! ROOOAAARRRR!!!!!!

not that I meet those requirements, but whatcho' cookin?

quote: Originally posted by Dan Harris: Truth or Consequences, New MexicoJoe, Montanaand at the base of Mount Shasta, Weed Joe Montana was originally named something else that I can't remember not too long ago, but the town decided to change its name in honor of ol' Joe. Probably in a lame attempt to get tourism or something. Buncho lemmings, if you ask me!

I've always had a juvenile chuckle with the term "nuts." "How many nuts do you have on YOUR rack, eh?" "Why, that's a nice set of nuts there!" "My nuts are old and worn, I should probably get a new set of nuts." "My rack of nuts is larger than yours." But then theres always: "Hey man, nice nuts. Can I borrow them?" Chuckle chuckle har de har har. sigh... [ 01-06-2002: Message edited by: MysticNacho ]

quote: Originally posted by jon: Beer is good for you and me.Don't you see I gotta go pee.Training on the bike tomorrow in the rain with hangover.Get off your cell phone, you bitch in the Range Rover.This isn't really haiku.But who care cause I pity da foo. Jon, that is brilliant! A mastery of prose and style! Kudos! It brought me to tears.... tears I tell you! For all of you who care, I spent my Saturday night:1) Dreaming of rainy Index2) Trying to go bowling, but ended up miniature golfing first3) Then I went bowling!4) We then tried to go to Tully's in downtown Tacoma for a refreshing cafeinated beverage, but they were closed at 11. The nerve!5) We then migrated to another coffee shop, who knows what its called or where it is. 6) By the way, at both miniature golf AND bowling, I completely crushed the two girls I was with. They didn't stand a chance at either.7) Then, I was challenged to a game of checkers in the coffee shop, where I AGAIN dominated all competition.8)While the two girls played each other, I asked some dude if I could borrow his hat. Perplexed, he reluctantly turned it over. I set it on the table and started tossing cards into it, because I was damn bored. The two girls I'm with ask people at neighboring tables to keep me entertained instead, so I would stop throwing cards, but no one listens.9) Out of cards and not wanting to pick them up, I eventually migrate over to this computer in the corner of the room and start surfin' CascadeClimbers.com baby!10) I still have a mess of cards covering an empty table, and I never did return that guys hat. While I was typing this, he took it back from the table, emptied the cards from it, and glared at me. To hell with him, I say. I'm still dreaming of wet wet Index. See ya!

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