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Dwayner, Karl Schneider was my old man's best friend and climbing buddy. Kind of sucked ass when he died in Peru. My old man quit climbing seriously after that, which also sucked. Maybe you knew him, his name is Don Meath. Anyway, just thought I'd ask. -P

My old man used to climb and guide with Donini for Leavenworth guides. I spent half my childhhod hanging out with those goofballs in Leavenworth. I probably met all you guys when I was a kid, or atleast you probably know my dad.

Well you stated your problem righ there dude, you don't go to local sport crag and flex and pose wear tight lycra and throw wild dynos and heal hooks on the routes you've got wired. If anything will attract the Prana/Ropegun pseudo-climber babe set that will do it. Your just not being superficial enough that's your problem. And while climbing might not be the number one babe magnet in the world would you really want to spend time with a girl who doesn't climb?

whats a "non-climbing" vacation. I've never takin one of those. All I know is Horne Lake, Vancouver Island's premier limestone sport crag is closed for logging.

Ooh wow! What's the cornice lookin like up at Jem Lake Coulior on South Trapper - for Tuesday of next week, say 10 a.m. I don't want to hike all the way up there just to be dissapointed.

Nah, I'm going to atleast make it to the bar.

How crowded is Leavenworh going to be this weakend since the weather's supposed to be shitty over here!?

You gotta miss the Gallatin Green.

what does that have to do with being a bone? that kind of sounds like when we used to go hooky-bobbin back in Montana. You go to a iced over road and hang on to the back of your buddy's truck while he drives, and "ski" along the road. Completely sober, of course.

what the hell is a "lambone" anyway?

I just saw it from hw 20 last weekend. Spotty snow but there is some. Boots gaitors good idea. But definitly looked accesible.

Rapping down from Flathead Buttress in Blodgett (in the dark) I sidestepped a slew of dinner plate-sized rocks that had collected at the lip of the ledge we were on. I rapped down succesfuly to the next ledge. Just as I went off rappel and walked across the ledge to find the next rap station. I heard frantic yelling from above and in the next nanaosecond the cascading crah of those big-ass rocks smashing into the ledge I was on - fortunately a few feet to the right of where I was standing. Turns out as my partner went to rap he knocked those rocks off the ledge. They missed me but landed on our ropes - all of the slack which wasn't being used on the rappel was sitting on the ledge. The rocks chopped our ropes to bits, it took us like 200 rapps to get down!, but it very well could have been me. Lesson learned: trundle loose rocks before you rappel (if your in a remote area like we were).

I mean icicle canyon.

I scored two #2 camalots and a blue metoli on spaghetti sauce in index canyon. The gear was sitting there placed on the route, and noone was around!?

Its not like Outer Space is some lofty bastion of trad climbing or something. Its a non-committing afternoon romp that requires a small rack. You all should go to Blodgett Canyon, Montana to experience the real deal. Anyway, I heard Boving died soling some route in Tieton canyon or somewhere.

I like to climb 5.10/5.11 and drink beer afterwards. big wall alpine crag whatever lets go. makemesomeribs@hotmail.com

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