ScottP

Beer trolls are aid.

"Are you mentally retarded?" is what I have always inferred.

When ever the dems get their heads out of the sand and grow some balls. President Dick Cheney.....

"Although the wall pulsates from the passing trains, these reverberations have not yet cast off flakes. A warning is in order in regarding to expanding ones: there is a legend that a leader and belayer were thrown into the trees when a flake peeled--don't nail expanding flakes." Darrington and Index Rock Climbing Guide-1976

WTF?

I agree. 25 years of use without a reputation as a dangerous route-in fact, with a reputation as a good entry level lead-makes the route established and accepted as is. Just because Mr. Webster has second thoughts about the job he did doesn't mean he should act on those thoughts. Perhaps he should go back and do it a few more times to be sure. I have led routes that on some days are a cruise and some days seem hard. It was not the route, but my head and/or physical state that made the experience what it was. After that much time and countless ascents, often with individuals doing so multiple times, and without complaint, the route is part of the Icicle Experience and should remain as it is.

Buddy Guy nearly levitating...1968. Elmore James isn't on the list and he influenced a bunch of the people who are on it.

I imagine he has...right after he wiped his ass with it.

Yeah...but he's so cute...

Candiru (Vandellia cirrhosa)

It's obvious climbing hasn't helped you with your psychological problems. Isn't there some kind of label for people who verbally attack another without provocation? Oh yeah, it's called a sociopath.

My favorite part of this film is when, I believe it is, Tejada-Flores is hopping around on the small ledge trying to get into his bivy 1/2 sack like he's in a sack race and, I believe it is, Colliver points out that he is not anchored to anything.

Not if you do the Beckey Approach...

glassgowkiss = glasgow kiss = a head butt

No windows on the back of the house? That is odd.

Stop, Drop and Roll doesn't work in hell.

Shwacking with the pig on your back and stirring up a bald faced hornets nest. Your only salvation is to turn and haul ass back down slope, thus losing all that hard earned elevation and gaining several painful stings in the process.

Southern San Joaquin Valley of California: Went to a cotton gin...loud, dusty place. Got some cotton and cotton seeds. Went out into the foothills to a basque shepherd camp. Watched sheep shearing with manual shearing scissors. They worked fast and drew a lot of blood. On the other end, I took a middle school science class up to the Big 4 Ice Caves to see real examples of various parts of the water cycle. One of my students had a hypoglycemic episode at the end of the trail and passed out. I had to piggy-back her dead weight back to the parking lot. (She wasn't petite.) I gained a much greater appreciation for backpack suspension systems after that field trip, which was the last I ever planned.

I hate it when that happens.

"You're an errand boy sent by grocery clerks."