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I like the second picture, Steve. But stay out of gullies? Come on. I'm perpetually "in a gully" or "about to fall in one." Story of my life, I mean climbing life.

Du Mittel es wurdest vom tatsächlichen Gipfel im Vergleich mit der Ostseite des Gipfels genommen? Ich sollte merken, daß das pic Eruption pre-1980 ist. Die schneebedeckte Kante unten und auf der rechten Seite Rainier aussehen wie Goat Mountain zu mir.

I use a 12-inch acrylic ruler to measure mountains. It's very accurate. I take it to the nearest 1/16th of an inch.

While we're Fredifying ourselves, here's my vitamin contribution: Fred sitting down on the job while Roper and Mackay discuss how bad the conditions were [according to Fred] for walking the trail. "I quit!" he said. "We'll never make it," he said. "Ba humbug," he said. "Who wants to know?" he grumbled. "Doesn't matter," he groused. But then later when John faked him out with an ordinary white aspirin pill: "Viagra!?" he piqued, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Oberst Klenk heir. Deine antwort: Es ist eine Abbildung von Rainier und von Spirit Lake von der Ostseite von St. Helens (nicht durchaus vom Gipfel).

I'll say aaarrgh to her! Aaarrgh! Zaugg: those are two worthy candidates. I sent a PM to Timmy. Maybe he'll make one a graemlin. Are they your inventions or did you take them from another site? I have not seen them before.

Don't be such a Jonah shut up inside the whale.

This site is so cool cuz we have a Pirates Forum. Are there any other pirate forums in the world? Hmmmm? This was an important next step in the evolution of this site! Now what we need is a pirate graemlin where you type :aargh: and BAM there it is! Who's got graemlin-making software?

Marie also lost two cell phones in a month and survived.

Yes I do. Hey, no stomping on a guy when he's down. To lose two sentimental machines in a month is almost unbearable. Wish I could lose this instead:

I may have two late Klenkemobiles soon. MP 181A. Tow. '87 944 clutch: gone. $1800 repair; $2700 car. Bleorg. My late Klenkemobile--1981 Honda with 282,000 miles--is still in my possession and still runs up to 4th gear. In the mid 90s I used to be able to drive to Couer d' Alene, Idaho on I-90 on one tank of gas (approx. 330 miles on an 8.5-gal tank). In recent years I've made the same trip but could not get anywhere near the distance on the tank. But I do remember tooling around Yellowstone in 2002 and achieving 40mpg (at that higher altitude, no less). More recently it seems the car was getting about 250 miles on an 8.5-gal tank. Not bad.

Resurrection... 53. People who like to assert their "authority" over you because they can, not because it's necessary, like a "forest service employee" accosting you at a parking lot because you parked where you're not allowed to even though it doesn't say you're not allowed to park there and even though you weren't in anybody's way at all. Also, said employee giving guff about not having a dog on a leash. Funny, no one we saw on the trail complained about us not having the little dog on a leash, even other people with dogs (some of which were not on a leash) 54. People who give way too much description for their peeves. 55. People who stand in the middle of the hall to have a conversation thus getting in your way. It's a hall for pete peeve's sake!

UnFuckingLUCKY: Does the LAZER detector go off (make the same noise) when you turn it on? Maybe the power to it is shorting out intermittently. Unless there is some external trip, it sounds like you might have a short in the electrical system within the car that feeds power to the device. Maybe try hooking it up to a different source within the car.

Well, good old lanky Dave has this one for UW buildings.

A man lost his eye in an accident in earlier years but now he's older and checking women out, he's real self-conscious about that missing eye. He went to an eye surgeon and was given some recommendations. He could have a glass eye but it would be more shiney than his good eye. He could have a painted steel eye but that would not suit his face. He could have a wooden eye that would appear natural in all ways. Completely undetectable. He chose the wood eye and the operation was a success. After the man went home to heal, and it did heal, he'd check his face in the mirror and sure enough, he couldn't tell the difference. But now he had to prove it to himself that others would find the same results. He was very nervous. He finally got up the courage to go to a dance but hid in the corner drinking and not looking at anyone. Suddenly he spotted a girl sitting across the dance floor and as no one had asked her to dance, he thought he'd finally give it a shot. As he strolled towards the girl he started noticing something wrong with her left leg. As he got closer he saw she had a peg leg. Ok, this is it. Sweating, he approached the girl and finally got close enough to ask, "Would you like to dance?" The girl, overwhelmed, shouted, "Would I!!" He shouted as he was leaving, "Peg leg, Peg leg, Peg leg!!!"

They put the entire roll on the hook and reach back. Duh.

I haven't checked that Olympic skyline poster yet for errors. I just saw one on Monday on a wall at a restaurant. That famous panorama by Will Langdon from Sahale Peak has about a dozen naming errors on it--some of them blatant (like Pugh and White Chuck mixed up or Suiattle Mountain not being Suiattle at all) and some of them only discernible by the trained eye (Whatcom Peak labeled on the poster is not actually Whatcom Peak). Then there are the plaques in the Mt. Pilchuck lookout that have several errors on them. If I had some photographs of the Olympic skyline I could label the peaks.

On occasion I would commute from my Queen Anne home to my former job in Redmond by biking around the north end of Lake Washington on the Burke Gilman-Sammamish Trail. I'm not sure of the one-way mileage. Something like 18 miles? It used to take about 2 hours when I was in the best biking shape. But I'll be damned if it wasn't into the wind going both ways! There was always the dilemma: on nice days (especially summer) there would be more people on the trail walking or lollygag biking. They would get in the way of me, who generally rode at a pretty good clip. However, there were always a fair number of cute ladies whose behinds I would "draft behind" for a while. When I lived in Woodinville I commuted only the Sammamish Trail part for 5 miles or so. The best days to ride seemed like they were the rainiest ones--because there was no one on the trail. It helped that it was ONLY five miles and I had a shower facility at work. I used to go as fast as I could. But sometimes the headwinds in the morning blowing north up the valley were incredibly tiresome. Huffing and puffing at full power and here I am only going a few miles per hour!

One of us might have broken his arm, so I'll bring a permanent marker so we can all sign his cast with our avatars. My 3,500th post! Woohooey!

Those Seattle bike maps are available online: Bam!

One answer - why in the name of god should you care?

How about in the alcove at the base of the West Face of Guye? I seem to recall an echo in there. But if your yodel should sound like cacophony you might get shot at by chalet residents. Or, if it's really bad, you might induce rockfall from above--especially if there are annoyed climbers up there. Hmmm?

Actually, this is not true in so many ways. Think about it. Oil and gas and its associated petroleum products are pervasive in American society and really global "society" as a whole. It's just a matter of how deeply you want to delve into the point of indirect use. As an example: We in the Pacific Northwest typically get our power from dams. The energy source is water pressure head. But these dams exist because we maintain them. Maintaining them requires using source materials, many of which are either made from oil products (like plastic or asphalt) or are manufactured off-site using oil (as an energy source) or using a tool that itself is made of oil products or was made in another factory that uses oil products, and so on down the supply line. Further, the computers that run the dam are made of products made from oil or using oil as an energy source (for instance, gas power plants are quite prevalent on the East Coast). Then there are all the maintenance vehicles running on gas (natural or standard), the delivery trucks running on gas, the employees driving to the dam in gas-powered cars, and so on and so on. You could become a total mountain man and live off the grid but you would still use oil-based products regularly. You could join a tribe in the Amazon, perhaps. If you want to change America's dependence on oil you have to start small with new technologies (al a hybrid vehicles or more efficient power plants) and get the snowball rolling from there. The problem is getting that growing snowball to roll up hill: easy to plan, hard to actually do. Or, to analogize another way, plant the seeds of oil-disconnection now and watch the big conservation tree grow from it. But you can't shift the paradigm overnight. It will take many years. Wait for it. Wait...wait....wait....

A trick that has worked quite well, at least for me anyway, has been to purchase oil stocks. That way, when the oil prices go up gas prices go up too and I pay more money at the pump...but the increase in stock value goes up at a greater rate so I'm happy. When the oil price goes down I lose oil stock value but the gas price to fill up my vehicles goes down. To offset the loss in oil stock value I have diversified my portfolio with stocks that generally go up either when oil stocks go down or go up independently (more or less). It's sort of a win-win situation. Then there is the fact that my dad's side of the family is part owner of an oil well in Texas. Klenke family land lies within a township or square of land that has a well on it, so we get some of the profit, as do other land owners in that square. The difference in what we get bi-monthly then and now is quite nice. We've had ownership of this well long before oil prices got to where they are today. But if you think that we'll give it up now for the sake of a liberal principal, you're crazy.

A Big Bear picture of Richard Brayton's from April 18: Other links for this trip For Jeff Rodgers’ photo album click here. For Mike Torok’s trip report and pictures click here. The pictures below are my aperçu just for you: Liberty Mountain’s northwest side Liberty from the north, Three Fingers’ south side Three Fingers, Whitehorse Mountain Mt. Pilchuck, Lake Twentytwo Headwall Exfoliation Dome, Squire Creek Wall Squire Spire, Jumbo-Ulalach