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A greasy, stinky roach in the summit register of Guye Peak (caused us trouble on the descent.) A brand new Leatherman tool on the trail into Del Campo. An A5 wall hammer and a pair of plastic boots at the base of Liberty Crack. We left them there figuring someone would be bummed to return from an ascent to find them missing. An entire top rope anchor (tricam, 2 nuts, 5 biners and various slings) buried under a foot of snow at Devils Lake, WI. (I snagged those.) A six pack of dark micro brew (carton and labels missing) stashed under some trees on a summertime Denny Peak/Tooth traverse. A matching pair of rental skis on a tour up to the top of 7th Heaven at Stevens one fine spring day. A black rubber snake on the summit enclosure of the Weaver's Needle in the Superstition Mountains of AZ. (I subsequently used it to scare a stain onto the undies of my herpaphobic partner.) The nearly frozen bodies of two complete idiots near the top of the south face of the Tooth one clear and very cold winter day. They would have most likely died from a bad combination of hypothermia-induced poor judgement, lack of climbing skills and suitable winter clothing, and a setting sun. We left them after making sure they were relatively warm and safe at Pineapple Pass (The Alpental ski patrol knew where they were before we drove home.)

JGowans, I'm not trying to pick a fight with you. I'm just trying to dispel a myth that is stuck in my craw. Sorry for the negative vibes.

I used to have a girlfriend who got 2 months off each summer and a week here and there. Not to mention the various learning days they had when there were no kids in school. That's pretty massive compared to most folks 2 or 3 weeks vacation in the corporate world. I know very few teachers who don't fill that two months with either the state-required professional development or a summer job to augment the table scraps tossed to them by the legislature. And those "learning days" aren't vacation days, they're work days. "Summers off" is a myth.

I'd like to hear more about this "massive vacation time."

"Game over, man! GAME OVER!"

Perloned Hexes: 2@ #1, #2, #3, 2@ #4, #6, 2@ #8, #9, #11 Lowe Tricams #2.5, 2@ #3.5, #5, #6 Make an offer, all or part.

I'm surprised nobody mentioned that granite crag in Renton. approach beta

They're actually called "Fecal Flakes" and they are yummy and nutritious... if you are a microbial mold like Mucor. Otherwise you're sick in the head and pretty much fucked in the intestinal health department.

It depends. What were you using as an anchor?

That whirring noise rocks and ice make when they are falling through space, especially when accompanied by a panicked scream of "ROCK!!!" coming from somewhere above.

Are you trying to make a point?

no. you wrong. dont know ukelele tall. but check the mess i made Yeah, you really ripped them up...thread drift two posts in, and those two posts were dismissive. You're an amateur.

I'm trying to get and idea of an average time for doing Stuart lake trailhead to Snow Creek parking lot in a day. For those of you who've done it (more than once), what was your time (an average of your times?) Data for either direction is appreciated. Thanks.

Bart Paull being one example. I climbed with him once, before he had his drivers license, and he was as solid a climber as they come.

Hooks are aid.

Crossing the summit plateau on Baker with my partner in a near white-out (maybe 10 of vis) with howling winds, I'm spacing out on the sastrugi and tinkling of ice crystals when all of a sudden a field mouse goes running past my boots. My partner says, "Hey! Did you see that!?" "Yeah." "Man, I thought I was hallucinating." We figure the mouse is miles from anything green and will surely die, so we make an effort to catch it. After a few minutes we give up and as we turn to begin heading to the summit, we see a couple of guys standing at the edge of visibility watching us. As we straighten up to proceed, they turn and walk off into the wind and snow. I can only imagine what they were thinking watching two figures dancing around on all fours on the summit plateau of Mt Baker.

A few years back I skied and climbed up Aasgard. On the return trip (below the outcrop mid way down and center in the picture), we came across the top of a slide that was 2 feet deep and probably 40-50 meters wide at the top end. We had skied up the center of it, before it slid, that morning. I think the picture shows a sluff at about the same spot.

Claudetooleystooleyschooleydoggydooleyvictorooleydrooley.(Claude for short) Each one of them had a meaning, but I sure as hell didn't bother memorizing them, except for Claude which stemmed from accidently breaking something with a big pair of boots.

5.8 hands/fists/chimney thrutchfest Ughhh!!! I remember it being kind of fun, but truthfully, I don't remember the grade. (It was 5.9 with a pack?)

WA Pass-5th pitch of Liberty Crack Darrington-3rd pitch of Ginsu Index-Godzilla Leavenworth-The Bone

"That's right wankers, I'm just about all tapped out. If anyone is interested in my password to carry the flame, let me know and we can discuss terms."

and then he drank a glass of his own piss. As did John Lennon, Jim Morrison, Keith Richards and Steve McQueen

Hey, not bad, but there a few too many lines and you need to work on the rhyme scheme a bit. Don't get me wrong, it's got promise.