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Bug, Bob Marshall died at 38 from Bacon Overdose. I dont quite understand the adventure race thang. No aesthetic quality to the idea. A better adventure race would be: Snow Kayak down Liberty Ridge - travel to Tacoma and wear your kolorz on Friday night. Drive thru Idaho in a Pink Volvo (someone else's idea). Blah- blah-blah

I posted on this topic a few days back. I took the RMI rescue class about 11 years ago and it sucked. As before, the RMI instructors were more interested in making their drinking appointments at 2pm at Paradise Lodge than teaching us shit. They used jumars instead of prussiks cuz thats what they carry on Everest- sheeit- jumars too heavy for my type of climbs- I just picked up my titanium spork. Best use of my $11.02 REI dividend ever. I am with Juneriver on this one- go take Selters book and find a crevasse with an easy walk out. Practice prussiking up and over the lip- you will learn more than RMI knows after a day or so

Alison, You are quoting Emerson: Who said?"Little girls were made for the education of little boys"

Al Pine, I will carry your shit up to Boston Basin and for an extra $25- I will bust a cap in the NPS Boston Basin Ranger Nazi that ticketed my azz last time for not having the permit- Now there is a thread

South Park- Hmmm, my fav episode is the one where the parents are all arrested and in jail for "molesstering" so that the gang can go to the raging butthole concert. South Park slips into anarchy and every day a kid is sacrificed to the great provider ( statue of John Elroy). I think cc.com should follow this fine example and sacrifice a member every day

Picture this, on the direct exum eating GU. My climbing partner's wife states in a bitchy voice "how can you eat that crap-it looks like cum". She looks away for a moment and Mildew smears GU on her face. She screams "I hate that cum on my face you f--kin azzho" and then starts to thro beeners at him. $7.00 BD live wires go bouncing into the abyss. Big fight ensues. We had to abandon the climb at Wall street due to the stress. GU ruined our climb

More like a "Kitten Fight"

Jman, Do you own one of those raptors? They do look like they fit bewteen my heavy X-15 and the Air Tech. I am going to take my Titanium Spork back to REI and refi the house and sell the car and kick the Ho out on the street to get one of those.

Jumping on the Grivel Racing Axe train. I use an older BD X-15 with stinger pick. It works great and has an agressive pick; however, heavy-very heavy. Friend has the grivel and I am always jealous. Agressive head that will stick and stay in steep ice if you beat the mountain hard enough.

This thread is going in the wrong direction as I sense that it has been raining too long over there again. Too much uptightness. Too much caffeine at Starbucks. Jman, I know you lives where the sun dont shine. Let go- relax. Luv, peace.

quote: This all brings us back to Pope's initial comment, that there is no climbing community and the way we treat each other on this site proves it. Or does it? We can't even talk about getting together for a beer without spraying all over each other, yet some people are getting together, inspite of our human nature to fight and resist socialization. Gesellschaft in german translates loosely as "community". The key root wrod is "schaft" which is "team". I have seen plenty of teamwork on the cc.com site;albeit a happy and slightly dysfunctional "community"- so fuck off

This is what I would do if some Horseshoe playing drunken traffic driving loud female yelled at me. http://www.nawcwpns.navy.mil/clmf/faeseq.html

Yeah, Left wing in a perverted sort of way. I have my AR-15A2 (pre-ban of course) amongst other special left wing toys. Being this is spray and a free for all- Your terrorist is my freedom fighter. In case you have forgotten whom runs the show. “The oil companies want to go back in, big-time.” — CAPITOL HILL AIDE a quote from MSN regarding efforts to "rehabilitate" Libya You demopublican cheetos eatin sport climbing bolt clippin need to accept your slavery and bend over

Veggie, Would you not be concerned about the collateral damage to the O'Douls that I have in my frigerator?

Figger 8 Are you talking Bush/Cheney?

Beefeater,A little late to the thread but my opinion Bad Judgment yields experienceExperience yields good judgmentGood judgment yields a good experience. My personal story was that I took a $55 RMI crevasse rescue course from RMI in 1989. Biggest rip off ever. (a one day course). The RMI guides showed us how to set a z-pulley system and then left us up on the Muir Snowfield so that they could make their drinking appointment at 2PM at the Paradise lodge that day. The Fuckers did not even invite us to drink. Best day I ever had in the mountains learning: A newby climbing partner and I took the Mountineers book and practiced snow anchors, pulleys, hip belays,ice axe belays,etc,etc on a snow slope with a safe runout.Go out and learn on your own and do not glissade while wearing your crampons.

In Chris Jones "HX of North American Climbing", he discussed that the Vulgarians had a Vulgariphone (some sort of tube device) that let out a 150 decible fart that could be heard from the Lower saddle at the Grand all the way down to Jackson Ho. Has anyone built one or know how it works?

Whoa! Necro, dude as in one of my other posts. Uptightness is eventually going to choke the planet to death. In the words of great philosopher: Rodney King- "cant we all just get along?" As for me, I lived in Seattle and commuted 2x weekly to B'ham. The rain made me sick in the head so I moved to Blahzee/Blase'. I think that is the problem up there. The climbing scene here has greatly improved now with my prescence.

Erik, I am so there re your position on the spelling issue. Fucking Uptightness will eventually choke this world to death. I do the cc.com to babble with other climb type personalities. If I wanted to ahve my spelling check by some uptight azzho, then I would check the www.ebonics.com translator site.

Finally a topic close to my heart. Dru, I think you hit it on the head. My time up in the rain revealed that only some climbers,backpackers and loggers believed in Sasquatch. In Pyle's "in Search of Bigfoot" ( a PNW naturalist writer in the genre of Abby's "Desert Solitaire") he wrote of the mystical need for Sasquatch. Without Sasquatch, the "idea" of wilderness is dead. The hard core non-believers (ie, the city dwellers)are also spiritually dead. The possibility that Sasquatch exists makes the world a wonderful place. I kept my eyes open and camcorder going whilst on the Ptarmigan Traverse a fews years back and was able to get a grizzly and mountain lion on video. Someone will hit the jackpot one of these years by either shooting, running over, or filming the creature. It may likely be a climber.

Veggie and Biff, I think you have both missed the point. Good drunks usually make good climbing partners. ie, a person's true nature comes out when they are intoxicated ( are they a mean drunk?) Also, the hypoxic brain, whether it be at altitude or alcohol induced is pretty much the same. What better way to see how your 8KM peak partner will react at altitude.

Are these sights anything like www.uglypeople.com

Another Cleeshter story- I was out on a long dayhike (25 miles) in the Sawtooths in 7/94 up Baron creek. Up near Baron Lake near my turn around point, I see this 40 something lady whom was in backpacking for 10 days. We chat for a moment and I explain that I have another 12 miles to get back to the car and it is getting late. She states "watch out for those blisters" in a creepy voice and I get this cold feeling. Anyway, a couple of days later, this lady is hiking with a family of four and leaves camp a couple of minutes ahead of them. She falls face down into an 8" deep stream and her heavy pack weighs her down and she drowns. They say cats go off to die by themselves. I think this lady went off to die in the mountains.

Erik, I bet that the AAC library in Golden has a good reference list.

Smelly Bob, Mildew, and Myself had climbed Glacier Pk back in 7/93. We were walking down the trail between Kennedy hot Springs and the White River Trailhead at about 1 Am. One headlight burned out and Smelly Bob did not have his with him. We crossed a creek and continued on finally arriving at the truck around 2AM. Someone mentioned "Did you sense that thing watching us back at the creek crossing a mile back?". THE HAIR ON THE BACK OF OUR COLLECTIVE NECKS STOOD ON END" as we all sensed the same thing. Sasquatch is nocturnal