ScottP

According to this map, it seems you could come in from the Chiwawa or White River. This link doesn't show the Chiwawa or White River roads as being affected.

I think this is it:

Yeah, lot's of chickenheads.

Free Cat (***) on Hag Crag was looking pretty green last time I was up there, as was Bravo Jean Marc (**), which, in my opinion is a pretty good pitch.

There was a letter to the editor in the Seattle Times complaining that people who contribute to environmental causes should not be referred to as philanthropists because they aren't contributing to humanity. It seems there is considerable disconnect out there between the importance of a healthy environment and the sustainability of life on this planet. Providing money to help maintain clean air and water isn't a humanitarian gesture?

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Power Places for me are where there is an energy from the surroundings or past events. I'm with MattP on El Cap Meadows,(dawn or dusk.) Another place for me is standing on the knoll looking down past the memorial at the Little Bighorn Battlefield. White markers in twos and threes scattered from the draw up the slope to the final cluster where the last stand occured was a very powerful place.

I climbed the western most summit about 20 years ago (aided a 30 foot pinnacle on a couple of knifeblades and a few small nuts after a couple thousand feet of scrambling.) Checked out the main wall on the way up and down. There is a steep gully/chasm that separates the scrambling from the wall. I noticed a corner of sorts that starts deep within the chasm and ascends to a fairly large, flat ledge. From there it looks like steep cracks and face climbing for many pitches. The rock looked reasonable.

I'd like to see him fight a grown male silverback.

RatFink:

Go left when you can from the base of the cables (as you step off) and follow the path of least resistance. My recollection is it's less than an hour from base of cables to base of route. My friend Rob woke up during the night at the base to find a bear hanging from a lieback hold 40 feet up the start, swiping at the food bag Rob had hung. Rob pitched a rock at the bear, nailing it in the back. The bear lost it's grip and decked. Rob went back to sleep only to wake again later to find the bear yarding on the fixed rope with his teeth. Another rock and the bear split again. When Rob grabbed the fixed rope in the morning, the remnants of his food rained down from the shredded bag the bear had eventually managed to get.

and looking down 13

What if Richard Simmons was your dad?

"I'm sorry Dave. I can't do that."

The greatest gust of wind ever recorded was 231 mph on top of Mount Washington, N.H. in 1934. The fastest wind speed ever recorded was 318 mph, in a tornado that hit the suburbs of Oklahoma City in 1999.

Dude! Don't listen to those envious fucks. Post all you got, as you get them.

Not WA, but Rob Cobb and I talked to Bob Braun in the Curry parking lot after he had come down from Salathe' Wall. He had a silver dollar-sized piece of hamburger where the heel of his palm should have been and another about the size of a credit card on the same elbow from leading Hollow Flake. He said the pitch was no big deal. From that day forward, Bob has been the wide crack master in my book.

One night, George W. Bush is tossing restlessly in his White House bed. He awakens to see George Washington standing by him. Bush asks him, "George, what's the best thing I can do to help the country?" "Set an honest and honorable example, just as I did," Washington advises, then fades away. The next night, Bush is astir again, and sees the ghost of Thomas Jefferson moving through the darkened bedroom. Bush calls out, "Tom, please! What is the best thing I could do to help the country?" "Respect the Constitution, as I did," Jefferson advises, and dims from sight. The third night sleep is still not in the cards for Bush. He awakens to see the ghost of F. D. R. hovering over his bed. Bush whispers, "Franklin, What is the best thing I could do to help the country?" "Help the less fortunate, just as I did," FDR replies and fades into the mists. Bush isn't sleeping well the fourth night when he sees another figure moving in the shadows. It is the ghost of Abraham Lincoln. "Abe, what is the best thing I can do right now, to help the country?" Bush pleads. Abe replies, "Go see a play."

Mt. Si via the Old Trail.

, Jon,

Please ignore my attempt to appreciate your adventure. No insults were intended.

I guess I missed where you mentioned hand size...

Those cracks look pretty wide toward the top.