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quote: Originally posted by erik: if that was the case you shouldn't resopond to him, it only feeds the fire. caveman you rule!!!! and rock scottie's world The most needy are the ones who should get the attention.

quote: Originally posted by Cpt.Caveman: I'm yo daddy punk The reason I ask is that you seem to have the sense of humor, social skills, and the need for recognition on a par with many of my less mature middle school students.

quote: Originally posted by Cpt.Caveman: Peter Pubic versus ScottPeePeeHead What a fight of wit on one side and arrogance on the other. Oops maybe a little of both on each side So, I ask again; are you in your early teens?

quote: Originally posted by Peter Puget: You are right they are cracks routes. I'll give you a hint the hard one begins whith an "S". Are you the same guy that once gave a certain person loads of shit for replacing the bad bolts on Town Crier on Rec.Climbing? I wasn't exactly looking for a game show ...So when you say rap bolted, are you referring to pro, anchors, both? Yeah, that was me. They weren't "bad" bolts. Merely old.It wasn't "loads", just some.So what?

Peter Puget sez:"For those who don’t know the first 5.10 valley routes had rap placed bolts." Now, my memory isn't what it used to be (which was bad), so I would have to go look it up, but I believe the first Valley 5.10's were crack routes.To which routes are you refering? [ 12-05-2001: Message edited by: ScottP ]

quote: Originally posted by Cpt.Caveman: I just got my new bosch drill. I am gonna put in a full length route up the upper wall. All bolted. Then I will be hailed as cool by all right Already been done many times. I've been up Sisu. Weren't no big thing.As for the others, I can't say.The stainless steel(A0)bolt ladder off of Big Honker sure is an abomination though.

quote: Originally posted by MysticNacho: Gasp! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Another bolting debate! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! HEAD TO THE HILLS AND SAVE YOUR SELVES, IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY!!!!!!! AIEEEEE!!! [ 12-04-2001: Message edited by: MysticNacho ] Yeah it's kind of funny how a thread starting with a TR of an aid climb ends up being a bickerfest about bolting. The deed is done. Nobody's mind is going to be changed.

quote: Originally posted by Dr.E: thx scottMore:http://www.prints-posters.com/dia147.htm http://www.barewalls.com/product/artwork.exe?ItemID=8202&zoom=1&njs=1 http://www.barewalls.com/product/artwork.exe?ItemID=8298&zoom=1&njs=1 http://www.barewalls.com/product/artwork.exe?ItemID=8285&zoom=1&njs=1

quote: Originally posted by Dr.E: Scott, Where did you score the cool poster jpg? Are there more at some site? I'm looking for Chamonix posters. Neat screensavers. I spent a couple weeks there this year and saw the posters and postcards everywhere but scanning is only option I've figured so far. http://postercollector.net/Posters/more specificallyhttp://postercollector.net/Posters/pages/Teleferique%20%20du%20Beout.htm

quote: Originally posted by Cpt.Caveman: Man if someone were to heckle me for drinking\smoking and climbing they would be doing it all day. I think I puffed my way all the way up Prusik Peak once this summer Man I must have been outta control that whole day. Rob and I once soloed up to the railroad bolts on the GN slab with a bottle of Jim Beam. There were a couple of guys who were trying to get their stuck rap rope out of the crack when we arrived. We stepped off to the side to watch and Rob pulled out the bottle. We each took a big pull. The guy next to us looked at us as if we had worms crawling out of our eye sockets. I was truly impressed with the shock and revulsion these guys showed at a couple of drunkards standing next to them on what they must have considered technical ground. We wished them well and soloed back down to do some bouldering along the base of the lower wall. To better times

quote: Originally posted by W: Scott- Did you need any pins for p2 (above Cheeto)? I got to Cheeto Ledge last winter but didn't have time for the second pitch. Looked like KB's/arrows might be needed. We didn't take a hammer. The original plan was to do the Green Dragon clean, which didn't pan out.I remember needing a variety of cam sizes above Cheto, bathooks for at least two holes, and a variety of nuts (stoppers, RP's, brass offsets).You might find a cam hook or two useful, though we didn't have any. I think those loweball slider nut thingies might see some action, but again, we didn't have any.

quote: Originally posted by pope: Great story, ScottP. I think I heard a version of this from Rob, if it's the same Rob I have in mind. I believe it is the same Rob. I have given him the nickname Corn, if you know what I mean.

quote: Originally posted by Lambone: Hey Scott, when did you do that route? Recently...? So there is a new bolt where the flake was. That's sad, a bat hook would have kept the exitement alive... It was a couple of years ago.Yeah, a new shiny 3/8ths. Though I clipped it without delay, it had the smell of a chicken bolt, probably due to the lack of totally bomber gear below. [ 12-02-2001: Message edited by: ScottP ]

quote: Originally posted by Cpt.Caveman: I'm Yo big daddy. Piss off, Jz is a friend. My aren't we snippy.

quote: Originally posted by Cpt.Caveman: Yo Jayz werd up where's AlpineK brah Nasty wippers are good for you punk beyotch. Long time no see since summer Are you, like, 13 years old?

quote: Originally posted by crazyjz: White Trash Crazy JZ here; I'm the one who ripped the flake, and took a nasty ripper. I sure you think I deserved it. No, I don't think you deserved it. Why would you think such a thing? Detaching large chunks of stone while climbing is a heinous enough experience w/o the added weight of someone wishing it on you. However, I did hear about you and that experience through the pipe. It looked to be about a card table in diameter based on the scar, but how thick was a mystery. Must have been quite a ride.

This is sort of retro, but I hope it will inspire others to post some TR's... Late one night I sat in my house smirking at an enormous amount of gear. "It's only a grade three." I thought out loud. But then the other side kicked in with how it was the shake down cruise for the new ledges Rob and I had built. "Besides," I continued, "Craig's going with us and he's an animal." As expected, the approach was grueling but short. Craig carried the ledges and Rob and I toted all the comforts that could fit in the pack along with half of a healthy aid rack each. At the ledge below the start of the Green Drag-On, we peered up to see a soloist on the second pitch. A query got us the info that he was on the route for the duration. As we regrouped and decided on a contingency, Rob and I flinched in unison at the chiseled torso Craig displayed as he took off his shirt. Eyeing Craig's pecs, Rob commented, "Damn Craig, you could set beer glasses on those things!" Craig feigned ingnorance and we shouldered our load to move over to Dana's Arch. It was fun to watch Rob aid up a route he had previously freed. I commented about he same and received the usual nonsensical answer in reply. Above the anchors of the first pitch sport route, the true nature of Index aid routes became apparent: Rusty, quarter inch spinners, bat holes and odd cam hooking on a sloping ledge got Rob to Cheto Ledge. He fixed the rope and rapped back to the sport anchors where we made our bivy. I had my ledge set up before Rob probably because I wasn't cussing so much. Eventually, Rob got settled and the Beam came out. We drank and spit and talked to Craig barely a hundred feet below us. At one point, Craig got restless so he decided to go to town for some beer. A surpisingly short time later, he reappeared with a sixer of Bud talls and the news that the soloist had bailed from ouroriginally intended route, the Green Drag-On. Rob and I were already lit by the Beam, but merrily hauled our share of the Clydesdale Pee on the zip line. I slept like a baby except for Robs usual foray to piss. Being below him, I was a bit antsy, but he didn't spray me and soon it was light. On Cheto ledge I stared at the awkward starting moves trying to figure out what to do. Rob got comfortable and told me to get my ass on the rock. About 25 feet out I was stymied. The closest thing to a placement was some 10 feet above and as I saw it, the rock was devoid of so much as a hook placement. I told Rob that I thought it might go free just so I could get back to the ledge. Rob took over and much to my embarassment, immediately found a bat hole. He took the line up and out of sight, but after a time he called down that it was my turn. After lowering him and listening to his whining about the difficulties above his high point, I toproped on aid to where he stopped. As I went, I removed and replaced some of his placements, doubting that they would hold my weight as they were. Rob's high point was a new bolt that had replaced a placement behind a flake that was now gone. From the bolt, a long reach to a bathook move and I was then faced with an even longer reach straight out left to a small corner. Holding the loop of an RP with the tips of my fingers, I leaned as for left as I dared. I was just able to gingerly set the nut in a small pocket. I clipped a set of aiders into the RP and spread eagle between the bathook and the RP. Not being able to test the placement, I eased onto the nut as softly as I could, wincing and whining at the thought of falling on the hook and the ensuing long swinging fall when it wrenched from it's hole. Surprisingly, the nut held. A couple of A1 moves and some 5.8 got me to the belay. As Rob jugged the rope, I realized that there was no way he could have made that RP placement, him being shorter than me. Upon reaching my stance, he recounted the numerous failed attempts at getting a placement in the corner. Rob led the next pitch up a ramp and through a small overhang to a comfortable ledge at the base of the last pitch. Looking at our options, we both were puzzled at how to proceed. Straight up was a wet, mungy, spooge-filled something or other that looked hideous. Off to the left about 40 feet was an evil looking chimney that had the makings of a vertical native species garden. It also was dripping water. The lateness of the hour and our meager options left us both with the desire to head down. We quickly rapped to the ground and surreptiously loaded all the heavy stuff into Craig's pack for the walk out. Rob hates leaving things unfinished and soon he had us both walking the road to the top of the Upper Wall with the hope of rapping down to do the last pitch. At the top of the route, I rooted around in my pack in vain for my harness. Not wanting the long walk from where the road was gated to be in vain, I fashioned a harness from an aider and various bits of webbing. It wasn't pretty, but it seemed secure and impressed Rob no end with the ingenuity I took to get it together. We rapped the 100 or so feet down to the ledge we had left two weeks previous, looking at the same dismal conditions we had left two weeks previous as we went. Since it was my lead, I took my time getting things in order, putting off what looked to be a muddy grovel up a groove as long as I could. The very first move required extensive gardening and by the time I clipped the rope into the placement, I was muddy up to the elbows and from the knees down to my soles. Brown water quickly discolored the rope as I pulled out hunks of slimy stuff looking for placements. The groove widened into a proper crack at the half way point and I switched to merely digging holes in the moss and plugging in Friends. The last two placements before the 3rd class traverse to the top could only be seen as half a muddy draw hanging out of a muddy hole with a gritty biner clipped to a chocolate brown rope. By the time I began the traverse, I was soaked from the neck down. Water squished in my shoes with each step. After anchoring the rope and telling Rob to start jugging, I squeezed about a cup of ooze out of each sock and topped it off by pouring several tablespoons out of each shoe. Upon reaching the top, Rob was a bit shocked at the sight of me. I looked like I'd been pinned in a mud wrestling match. Despite the miserable conditions on the last pitch, Dana's Arch on the Upper Wall at Index provides a grand complexity of problems for the aspiring big wall climber. The pitch off Cheto Ledge is definately the crux and may prove quite difficult for short people without a cheater stick.

A big difference between Hood (whatever is going on their) and Rainier is that Hood isn't a Natl Park. The history of climbing on Rainier predates the park. That combined with the huge numbers of people attempting the summit, many using the services of an entrenched guide service, will probably keep the park service from locking out, or severely limiting climbing access. Now, good alternate routes into the Enchantments is what I would like to hear about. [ 11-30-2001: Message edited by: ScottP ]

quote: Originally posted by crank_sloper: Pulling on some crimpers on a stone wall last night and I split a tip real bad. Spurting blood and all. band aided it up today. Anybody know of ways to increase healing time? I heard you can slater it over with aloe gel or tea Tree Oil is also supposed to be good...? [ 11-30-2001: Message edited by: crank_sloper ] One way would be to wipe your butt with it without using toilet paper. That would surely slow the healing process, thereby increasing the healing time.

The approach into the Southern Picket Range was pretty taxing, what with carrying 9 days worth of food, etc. The approach to the lower saddle on the Grand Teton punched my clock pretty well also, due most likely to my sea level system going so high so fast. We also pretty much dogged the upper half of the Direct Exum the following day after making good time on the lower half. Both times I was in pretty good physical condition (having run stairs with a loaded pack 3x per week for a couple of months) I can only think of one climb that got the better of me: West Ridge of Stuart. Lack of adequate cardiopulmonary conditioning coupled with a full day on the Ingalls peaks the day before did me in. Dry heaves and inability to catch my breath forced a stop of what was supposed to be a 4th class ascent and descent of the route.

crusty(krustee) adj, -antique, ancient. "That Fred is one crusty dude." "I clipped into some fixed pins tied off with a rats nest of crusty, offwhite slings."

quote: Originally posted by erik: actually scott the rocker panel is not on the front of the vehicle. they are the strutural support beams that run along the outter edges of the body floor pan and weld into the doort support posts, front center and rear. right below all the doors. typically what you see when you look at most cars is the rocker moulding. you might have been mistaken and were talking about the header panel which houses the headlights and grille. thought you might want to know. just like the fenders are only on the right and left front of all vehicles, in front of the doors. whilst the 1/4 panels are on the right and left rear of each vehicle. behind the doors. I didn't think that sounded right...yeah, it was the header panel. Strip it clean off, but left the lights fullt operative.

Not related to climbing but... I onced owned a car that was hit by a train and only suffered cosmetic damage. (The freight train surgically removed the rocker panel off the front of the car, leaving the lights intact.)

quote: Originally posted by roger johnson: yep, iron horse and city park... just screwing around. Fun routes, for sure. I imagine the gardening on the FA's was extensive.