Beck

"There's a race of men that don't fit in, a race that can't stay still. So they break the hearts of kith and kin, and they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, and they climb the mountains' crest. There's is the curse of the gypsy blood, and they don't know how to rest." verse one, Robert Service "The men that don't fit in"

Snow levels have been holding at 10,000 during the day, maybe 7-8,000 at night, so I would say, NO SNOW at cascade pass. A very rough rule of thumb is that: adibatic temperature rate drops 3.5 degrees per 1,000 feet. for it to snow at, say 5,000 feet, the temperature in Seattle or sea level would have to be 5x3.5= 15 degrees above freezing, 48 degrees. hasn't quite gotten that cold yet.

Thanks Chris_w, for the support, we'll put you on the commisary list as providing those items, you are the man! Teddy R and me, well, you guys know I'm such a hack that even Teddy R won't climb with me anymore...

... Teddy's agitation and nervousness continued. He's doing that nervous twichy thing with his arms, spouting out things like "I'm Teddy, hold me!" and "Teddy' not scared of the dark". I'm going to have to do something drastic. "Teddy! Snap out of it! You're as spineless as a jellyfish in theSargaso Sea! You look weaker than a wet paper towel!" I'm hoping this will snap him out of it."Teddy, you're WORTHLESS AND WEAK! Now, get over here now!!" It was then that the first few drops of rain began to fall..

Wow, guys and girls, I'm rather suprised in the lack of desire to come be part of the fest. Willstrickland, thanks brother and hikerwa, well, you ROCK! already. Rafael, WILL you make it? I'm trying to get this shit wrapped up so the fest goes smooth for everyone else, I'd love to see some more enthuasism and cooperation, but I guess this is some wierd funky selfish "it's all about ME!" times we live in. sorry for the rant, just thought more people would pitch in for the party!

The Cascade Climbers Fall Ropeup will be upon us quicker than we all realize and I am making a pledge for assistance in pulling togther some basic resources and getting a commitment on these items. A pledge to supply an item will assure you a camping spot in the group campsite, for everyone else there is no such guarantees (Some of you however, have already been assured spots in the VIP area- names to be released on the VIP list shortly) Items we need to bring this to a very fun conclusion are: Firewood (Alpine K you in?) Slide Projector (Eddie E, you the man?) Generator- Slack rope and rope for campground- anyone have a bunch of old ropes? Tiki Torches or lanterns Tarps or dining canopies Coleman two burner and big coffee kettle Assorted sundries- Big bag of Toilet Paper Bunch of paper towels Box of big garbage bags And a call goes out for anyone who wants to play some music, we'll probably have a big bluegrass/country jam as well, Definetly looking for committed(or committable!) musicians to perform- let me know if you want to bring your instrument or do some songs! Also, although there are no plans to have a big barbeque, if someone wanted to be a barbeque host, let me know So I think that's it. post to this thread if you want to help out, I'll make sure you get a free camping site reserved for you at the group site. Beck

September 28-29-30, Bridge Creek, Icicle Canyon, Leavenworth

... repeat post, sorry [This message has been edited by Beck (edited 09-05-2001).]

Come join your fellow NW Cascade Climbers for a weekend of cragging and camaraderie September 28-29-30 at the lovely, largely unburnt Bridge Creek Campground, Icicle Canyon, Leavenworth. "To assist climbers in stewardship of the vertical environment" Events planned include a gear swap, service project, tall tales competition, ugliest cam contest, clean climbing forum as well as a heck of a lot of fun! More details to follow, Im hoping Jon will post some stuff on the events section so this thread doesn't have to keep being upped.

The rest of these "climbers" don't know what they've been missing!!! Come on boys and girls, are we all SCARED of a little drinking with some climbing bros and ladies?

...The rest of the traverse was a series of moments of terror with Teddy jerking on the rope in his attempt to keep tension on the belay. Boy, do I wish Teddy'd get his shit togther and climb like he was earlier, I thought to myself.He seems to be overcompensating with coolness. I wonder if he's a little bit on edge about something... It was then I noticed dark clouds moving in quickly from the West. Tall ones too, Cumulonimbus by the looks of them. When I look back across the ledge to see if teddy's began the traverse, I see Teddy, waving his arms in those strange circles like he was at the base of the gully. His head is swivelling nervously back and forth, and his eyes start rolling back under his eyelids. "Teddy! Teddy! It's okay, nothing but a little rain. We're only eighty feet to the top, you can make it!" I shout out. Teddy can barely get out a squeak. "Hold me!" He looks like he's a jello mold at the church picnic getting attacked by the woman's auxillary. Obviously he's worried about something...

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I know that for destruction, ice is also great and would suffice. R. Frost

A Marine supply store will sell you the appropiate wire as well as a speciality swaging tool YOU MUST HAVE- to get close to a rated strengh on the fastener this is an essential tool- I would still place double swages on cables if you are going to rethread stoppers/nuts

...After dring off from Teddy's lil' golden shower I get in position to lead the terrible traverse over to the base of the detached summit gendarmes. The Traverse line follows a sloping ramp that dwindles to rough gravel atop a 4 inch lip of fractous, loose rock topped withgravel and wet from wall seep. Wet gravel on a four inch ledge, terrific! This was going to be a doozy. I feel the need to state the obvious."Okay, Teddy. I'm going to want real tight line handling across this traverse. It looks deathly,dangerous and exposed. You think you can keep good tension on the belay?" Teddy looks up from beneath his walkman earphones which are blaring some Iron Butterfly. "Huh? Oh sure, whatever you say..." and goes back to some headbanging. Well, best to send this one quick, the quicker the better. I look back and see Teddy minding the line so I step out onto the traverse... and promptly get held back and stopped about 8 feet onto the ledge. It's my rope! I give it a couple quick tugs but it's caught tight on something. With difficulity I turn around to spot the snag and see Teddy at the belay, stitch plate tied off as he wails a mean round of air guitar on the belay ledge. I have to scream to get him to notice me. "Teddy! Teddy! You F---, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Teddy removes his earphones and nonchalantly replies, "Well, you DID say tight line handling, dude. I was just doing what you said." "Teddy, tight doesn't mean TIED OFF! Get with the belay and man it!Let's get up,get on top and get off!" I felt a strange tingle below my belt akin to spying on your older sister's slumber party. "Get up, get on top and get off? Roger" echoed Teddy. To hear him say those words sent all the blood out of my brain and engorged my member, it almost got strangled in my harness and caused me to go faint with desire...

Where is the Alki Tavern? Is it on Alki? Where is Alki (Seattle by and by)? I think I can find it on my bike, anyone else might need some prompts.

Dudes, I'm taking a break from calling this week's fest, waiting for a Friday night call to mugs by Lisa up in Bellingham Lisa? Lisa?

Good point Jman! maybe I could get him to drag Teddy and me up one of those big walls!

you think that's a cool story, groundfall-crater? I think it's FUCKING LAME... [This message has been edited by Beck (edited 08-31-2001).]

Jman , that shit is great!!! Where the F____ do you get these pictures? Teddy's been cheating on me, hasn't he? He said he wasn't going to go for any more of those snafflehounds and here he is at some Tux n tails celebrity ball with a snafflehound escort! That bastard, he's lucky I'm still his lifelong climbing bitch, he doesn,t realize how great he's got it with me. I want that one for the article- I'll be trying to send it out for consideration in some of the April Fools issues.

Nope, I'm definetly not sleeping with the rep! Dudes, I'm joking, someone placed my nose in some rep's ass so I just needed to save some face. ..although I did used to fantasize about me and one of the Seattle store managers taking a long trip with a bottle of coconut oil... she gave me a free hat once and I got some free strech WB pants they make that have performed very well. I paid full retail for it, didn't want to wait for a pro deal connection I get cause it isn't till spring when we get pro deal on Patagonia.

sounds to me like you have a greater than passing interest in the subject, the rock? I know a great B&D B&B I can put you up in next time you're here in the big city. Teddy'n'me are heading off for three days of ski mountaineering with a bottle of coconut oil and the BD Luvshack for some "rock climbing"- but don't worry, we'll be carrying plenty of "protection"- more adventures to follow on Tuesday, hope you all can wait!

yeah, cavey, there're always tring to get the guys that can drink the most to be the designated drunk driver. Did you like the technobabes in the liquid latex?

Ski mountaineering on Mount Hinman and Daniel.

...Teddy slowly pendulums to a halt, scraping against the rock. "Good thing that coconut oil makes this less like shaving with a belt sander and more like having a Geisha in a Kimono walk up and down your back!" he says sheepishly in that vain climber's attempt to minimize the fall they've just taken. "Teddy, you bastard. You nearly pulled the belay anchors right out of their cracks, man! You son of a bitch!" I really laid into him for a couple of minutes. Little did he know the sight of him with the snafflehound had been one of the most erotic things I'd ever encountered. I briefly thought about life as Teddy's Snafflehound bitch. Kinky. "Well, let's forget about all that, and go back to climbing. Sorry about ripping into you like that. " I call out to him in apology. Teddy "harumphs" and begins to reclimb the rock to the next belay ledge. "Off belay." followed a second later by "Belay on." Gosh, he was fast. What a climbing stud. I holler "Climbing" I climb on relatively difficult ledges and laybacks to get up to the belay stances. In the last 20 feet I begin to notice a fine misting that turns heavier the closer I get but it stops abruptly just before I reach the ledge. As I get to the ledge I see teddy chugging the last of the water! " Teddy, what's happening with the weather. It was just raining a minute ago." "No, wasn't any rain up here. I was taking a leak a minute ago." He smacks his lips in satisfaction."Boy, like a racehorse after the trough!" He had been pissing on his climbing partner. Little did he know it caused me a strange thrill that felt akin to seeing the teacher's panties during dictation...

earplugs and a some perscription painkillers