Terminal_Gravity

Arlene Blum? She didn't mention you in her book Why would she?? I was just a punk assed, cut off jeans wearing, climbin' fool kid.

I spent an afternoon teaching several of the "Women's place is on top" team, rock climbing technique at Stoney Point ( LA )...just befor they headed off to Annapurna.

I don't care about dirt or smudges on my light coloured soft shells, but I prefer dark for heat absorption. I wash only when they stink. But the true bottom line is; I think soft shells truly rock only below freezing temps. I have had very good luck with Patagonia after several washings below freezing even if I am getting splashed by liquid water from a water fall that is still partially flowing. With wear they do start to soak in warmer temps. Shoeller may be alot worse than Patagonia because it contains Lycra, which is hydrophylic. I love my soft shell, but I don't ask it to be completely waterproof in warm weather

The little red ones I used to eat on occasion were not lemon like at all, they were a little bitter and spicy like cayenne.

But you'll waste your time writing to say you won't waste your time with it?? ... and waste our time in the process

how come you gave up the veggie diet? I started craving meat, thinking about meat, dreaming of meat, salivating when I saw others eating meat. After a year of thick headed denial I finnally admited that my body was trying to tell me something. I was in the valley and made reservations at the Mountain Room Broiler. I choked down a whole slab of rare prime rib. Back at camp 4 I think I managed to keep most of the people up all night with my pitiful moans and sounds of wretching. I have never felt so much pain as that given me by my insensed and tortured stomach as it tried to cope. By dawn the pain had subsided and I was able to uncurl out the fetal position. I made it down to camp curry for BACON and eggs just before they closed breakfast.

After a day of drinking, swimming and rope swinging in the absolute middle of no where Feather river canyon outside of Chico, CA we lit a bonfire and cooked cheap sandy steaks. Most of the 40 or 50 revelers had planned to spend the night and there were plenty of provisions for the next day but as is so often the case the beer ran out before the desire to drink expired. About midnight 2/3 of the people left to make it into town before the bars closed. Bleary eyed dawn, bright sun, and partched cotton mouth got us up early. Breakfast had stayed in the trucks and left the night before. All but my friend Jimmy Jazz and I decided to split for town...wimps. We figured that no mere lack of food would keep us from fun in the sun, swimming, cliff diving and hiking around old mines. We rumaged through the trash and found enough beer left in cans strewn about to asuage our thirst. The big bonus was the 3 Thompson seedless grapes that we found in the sand, yum. As the afternoon wore on we started the " I'm so hungy I could eat a 'blank'" game. Lizard was on the list. Well, damn it, wouldn't you know, this little guy ran out right in front of us a little while later. He was maybe 4 inches long including tail. I managed to catch him. Realizing that my solomn word, even my man hood was on the line I raised him to my mouth. Jimmy stared in horror thinking that I was about to bite off the front half and hand him the wiggiling hind quarters. I never really got the chance to decide to eat him or not. As soon as the poor doomed creature saw the little cave in front of him, he lept free of my hand. I'm not sure if I swallowed voluntarily, but I still remember the feel of his tail wipping past the roof of my mouth. My throut and stomach felt a bit funny for a while. No shit, true story.

Bear Yak Peacock (Yum) A plate full of Grasshoppers (double yum) Infant grey whale washed ashore dead with prop wounds Any sushi made A small live lizard ( I was really really hungry) I even tried a can of Miller once. BTW I was a vegetarian for 10 years, I'm making up for lost time ... I still like hippy chicks

Frankly, I prefer Ginger...I expect that David was really holding out for Mrs Howe!

What's next...a fee for rolling a fire truck and rescueing a people out of a burning structure. I don't see a substantial difference. How about a fee to get the cops to respond to an emergency 911 call. It makes the affluent better able to afford public services. You don't really want to spend tax resources on the slums or the poor or on dirt bag climbers...they don't pay their share anyway.

I'd climb out of my navel..and look around...what a sight!

This is my new favorite line. Thanks for the TR. This route seems to be getting a lot of airplay.

Rodchester, You are substantialy correct, however there are a couple of points that I can fill in. First, Marc Twight's affiliation with Grivel ( in this case) has nothing to do with being a sponsored athlete. He acctually runs and is personnally responsible for Grivel NA. Yes, even climbers like him have to have day jobs some times. I thought that was common knowledge. Secondly, even though no laws may have been broken, it is my understanding that, part of the deal climb high made included a contractual obligation to either sell the Grivel stock back or at a discount to Grivel NA (Twight) They didn't. They dumbed the stock without regard to the contract in a move designed to compromise Grivel NA and hopefully break the current flow of Grivel products into the US. Yes, it is "just business", but when a large company purposely thumbs their nose at a contract because they know some little guys can't afford to fight back, it's ugly.

Yeah it's a good deal for the axe (and it's a good axe)...but it's too bad that the deeply discounted price is because of an illeagal sale, dumping stock by an old wholesaler that ended up fucking M. Twight and his partner so bad that they can barely feed their families. true story

I'll buy the lot. I think the boots will fit my wife, but will you take them back if they don't? Any old skins that you want to sell? I'll try to call you tommarrow if I don't get too drunk to fast after my morning climb or PM me if you want.

Me too. 11/21(weather permitting) anybody?

Ehmmic has not heard anything good about Golite packs from me! IMHO they suck suck suck for alpinist. I don't think they make any expedition sized packs anyway.

The transgressions possible boggle the mind...This started out as a really nice TR with spectacular photos. After a brief diversion toward a CC fest at Cloud Cap it has turned into something approximating an old Eddie Murphy song.

Well duh! my guess is you should have kept it out of your pants and just tried a pocket instead. I trust they weren't size D batteries that were a pain?

Those idle dreams are funny...Rib Eye steaks, french fries, and beer are typical for me; when I dream of a big salad I know I've been out for too many days; when it's hot tubs I know it's cold and when it's sex I know the climbing has not been fullfilling. (Last time I was out with RBW & wdeitch I cound't wait to get home for sex in a hot tub)

That sounds brutal. How cold was it really? any clue?...I'm surprised your camera worked so well.

I have a double Zero hanging from my rear view mirror...I actually stood on it once.

That sounds like a blast to me too. I can bring several 5 gallon kegs which fit nicely into a pack. Dates any one?

Ivan, you and I both know you're no poser. I just was flipping a little shite. So whydja hafta go and poke fun at the size of my gut? I'm not that big.