Biff

I am loath to restart this topic, as I think that guns generally suck. I know that if you need a high powered rifle to kill defenseless animals, you're either a total pussy, or insecure about the size of your penis. Ted Nugent, although proficient at guitar, is talentless as a singer, songwriter and as a human being. And I could kick his Republican ass. And scoring pussy off of intoxicated and impressionable teen-age girls is something he should be ashamed of. Even I would be.

I love "Starlight and Storm", and another is "Deborah-A Wilderness Narrative" and "Mountain of My Fear", David Roberts. The relationship between two friends and climbing partners is tested, as it always is, by stress and fear.

Well, veggie dude, I have offered, via PM, to go climbing with the gal. Although I've climbed for years, I dig taking out "newbies". Something about the joy of imparting the love of climbing to others just makes me misty. Whether or not they're hot.

So in order for an admittedly inexperienced woman to be assured that she'll be safe climbing with y'all, she should first meet you in a bar. That's not logical. I've climbed with several folks that I've met on this site, and yet never met them for drinks, first. I think Sparky has a good point.Makes more sense to meet her @ Barneys' Rubble than at the Swiss.

Biff had to freaking work on Saturday. If it makes any difference, I was wasting the taxpayers money by being online.

Posting here is so much fuckn' fun! You can be insulted anonymously by chicken shits who would think twice if you were standin' there with a C.M. Quark in yer hand, but will rip anyone a new one with the comfortable distance of cyberspace providing the courage and time to think up an eventual emotional battering. Thank Goddeess for CC.Com!

Don't make eye contact with 'em. Don't raise your voice. Just back away very slowly...

One climbing partner is whipped, and can rarely get out. Another is gripped and whipped, and can't stand exposure. The third is a bit afflicted by the bottle and tends to "call in 'sick'". I like mellow trad and sport climbing-O.K., I mean I'm a 5.7 trad and 5.8 sport leader, and I want to do a lot of Sun-Mon climbs, plus some time for Forbidden this year. Need takers...

Thanks all, for the input-I'm driving from SF, and will probably do a "Choss Compare and Contrast" with Pinnacles, viv-a-vis Fossil Rock. I have ordered a copy of "Yosemite Toperopes". And I have diligently prepared my Girl for the inevitable fall. And gene pires, you rock, man.

Although replies aren't necessary, I feel as if I must defend m'lady's honor. She's sweet, young and, although not a climber, she is a willing belayer. I definately agree that someone, other than myself, should do the technical instruction with regards to belaying, especially when I recall how it was that I came to purchase the Gri-Gri in the first place.******Fade to hazy memory***** She was lowering me off of a sport route on the choss-pile we'll call Fossil Rock, 'cuz it was Fossil Rock. Belaying me with a Trango "Jaws". She was locked off, so I could unclip a draw. I turned around to request some slack, when I noted that she was tying her shoes. With both hands. BOTH HANDS. She has two hands. I began screaching. It so happens that Jim Yoder was on the route next to me. He suggests, when the echoes of my cursing faded, that I purchase a Gri-Gri. Thank-Goddess that the trango devise has deep and grabby slots. Can this marraige be saved? Keep in mind-she's beautiful, pliant and kind-plus she lets me take off climbing every weekend, buys me beer and cleans the house. And she has deep and grabby slots.

I love my fiance. Really, I do. But her belaying skills are not inspiring confidence. Frankly, I can trust her to belay me on topropes, and even then, when she lowers me, it's drop, stop, drop, stop-and that's with a Gri-Gri. We're headed to Fresno, CA for a week-and I have to climb. Any moderate (5.6-5.9) sport climbs in the area? Any toperopes that might work for a 60m rope? Anything in Yosemite, Pinnacles that might meet these needs?

A mellow, short-approach alternative might be Mt. Washington, in the Olympics. Nice, steep snow routes on a S. facing slope. Even mellower is Ellinor, next to it, with great views, to boot. Definately not in the same league as Baker, Shuksan or Ruth as far as alpine goals, but fun for the whole family. And Cpl. Caveman gets to get back on his lithium.

I have met Gauthier. I have seen his tracks. I appreciate what he does. Pay the ticket. Do the time. When you have fallen, he'll be there.

What Gene wants, I suspect he deserves. You go, man. And I appreciate the beta, even when I pay for it.

Well, the hash and vodka were good. And the memory remains, albeit hazily. If at first you don't succeed....

I wanna do a lotta Alpine rock this year-I belay like a Mo-Fo, and I never fall-Any one up for Forbidden?

Well, at least Scott is getting it. If he's PC, he has a conscience. And for you overtly homophobic assholes-you were probably gay before you were climbing-hence the anger. The KKK references speak of a lack of creativity-ripping off gapped-toothed rascist hillbillies is pretty pathetic, even if you climb 5.12.