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Could this be why your boards and finals seem to suck so bad?

Images by Tyrone Green Dark and lonely on a summer's night Kill my landlord Kill my landlord Watchdog barking Do he bite? Kill my landlord Kill my landlord Slip in his window Break his neck Then his house I start to wreck Got no reason What the heck Kill my Landlord Kill my landlord C-I-L my l a n d l o r d

In a sense, yes.

Kim Schmitz recently retired from guiding after 37 years. This isn't him... The hat is the key...

No takers? Hint: Jim Madsen contemporary

Yep. He makes some tasty freeze-dried bananas BTW

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Isn't that Layton the Great 'Un with them in the second pic?

I liked this one: "It's hard to even imagine climbing at that level ever, let alone for a couple of decades. I bet she can't drink as much whiskey as me! Whew, that was close. For a minute I was feeling inferior."

I saw that photo and thought "Sport Rappeller", but on further viewing...yes...I... believe I can see the mountain climber in there somewhere.

Now for an easy one...

I was wondering if they have actually had real "mountain climbers" use the thing. I especially liked the 1.2 lb "lightweight" feature.

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I'm sorry, was it something I said?

No to throw a wrench in here, but that first picture looks a lot like the 4th (last) pitch of Big Tree One (Dick's Demise variation) and it looks like the climber stepped over the little corner/roof to clip the last two bolts on the 3rd (last) pitch of Cornucopia. There is a 4th pitch of Cornucopia that reaches the Big Tree. Either way, it looks like it was a good day.

Is it pure enthusiasm or the cinching of the goldline harness around the nad region that is eliciting the facial expression?

A social structure based on monetary inequalities which are sanctioned by the force of law. That's why it costs so much.

the brutal truth is that the fs is our own child and our own fault... (SNIP) Total BS. I exert NO control over the machinations of the USFS. What they do is not my fault.

Are you kidding? Of course I remember EBs and Goldline. I may still have my first pair of EBs... I remember doing laps around Spire Rock in 1978 where I met this other young guy named Jim Yoder. We used to meet up at Spire Rock and boulder for hours -then he moved to Leavenworth. I was a climbing instructor for the 9th Infantry Division in Leavenworth during the summer of 78. We used a mil spec version of Goldline called Greenline. It was green (duh) and not as stiff as Goldline. We had heavy steel biners and led groups of soldiers in a week-long climbing course modeled after the Mountaineers Basic Course. We had a special permit from the USFS to camp uphill from Bridge Creek CG on the other side of the Icicle. There was a back trail from our camp that led down to Classic Crack. We did laps on that every night after dinner and a couple of bowls snuck away from the Officer in Charge. (Strains of Springsteen's Glory Days in the background...)I was a CLIMBER, man! That was my identity and self concept. Back in the early 80's I pilfered a bunch of fixed soft iron pins from (at the time) some obscure crag across the road from Bridge Creek CG. I assumed they were military issue. Is it possible these were related to your activities in the Icicle?

I guess I missed your point (?) I thought we were talking about a wilderness area here in WA.

I asked my wife about Zipp's connection between greediness ("They want it, they want it now, and they’ll do anything to get it.") and being good in bed. She just laughed and shook her head. Apparently greedy men aren't so apt to give their partner such a good time in the eyes of at least one woman.