Necronomicon

I have a few decorating a door at home. I got a nasty letter from the East side after gettin one at the TH to Maude, but I ignored it, and haven't heard from them again. I have heard that the courts don't want to be bogged down with hearing cases of non-payment, and have said "Don't bring these cases to us.", but I have not had this confirmed. My advice to anyone who reads this is to NEVER buy a Park Pass, and to NEVER pay a fine. The rationale that "Most of the money stays local." is BS. We pay taxes to use this land, where did all that money go? Cruise missles. Any revenue generated by the "Fee Demonstration Project" ends up going towards making signs that tell you to pay, printing tickets, and paying a Ranger to stand there and issue them. It's a self-supporting system with no appreciable benefits. DON'T PAY!! EVER!! If we "demonstrate" that the fee doesn't work, it will go away.

I wear a pair of Scarpa Assaults. They are wearing out, and I am so impressed with how well they climb and have held up for the past 5 years, I will probably buy another pair of Scarpas.

Managed to quickly stretch this out to three pages... "The Truth Revealed." We didn't actually set out to climb the Triple Colouirs route on Dragintail Peak, we set out to descend the Southeast Face of Dragontail Peak, and link that with a descent of the Asgard Pass Colouir. Thankfully, the route went. We had to fix a piton on the second pitch of the second approach gully (we soloed to that point). It rang quite brightly, but give it a few wails for old-times sake. The pendulum, for the second, from the belay at the slabs into the third approach gully was quite thrilling. We timed our approach to allow for complete and utter blackness at the beginning of our descent from the "summit". We started down at 10:30. The descent of the first part of our route, easy AI1 snow walking. I got a lot of practice holding my icetool and stepping into the snow. The USGS map mistakenly labels the start of the Asgard Pass descent Colouir as Colchuck Pass, but we trusted our instincts and headed down anyways. We were committed. We were failing downwards. I got freaked out on the way down because I thought we had somehow descended southwest from the top of the Colchuck Glacier and were headed towards Ingalls Creek. Luckily, trillions of interstellar equilateral triangles pointed the way back to Colchuck Lake. We reached our gear at the base of our descent by 1:00. Seeking the elusive "Bellingham to Bellingham" descent, we each downed some spice Melange and folded timespace for the stagger back to the truck. The hallucinations were coital. I saw an Angel, the Sasquatch, and a guy in a suit standing next to a tree. Mike saw the face of Father Callahan looking down on him, pressing down on him, on the floor of the rectory, in back, next to the piano. Five minutes into our four hour descent from the base of the descent, we reached the halfway point. Some water, then five more minutes, and we reached the trailhead where we had dumped some gear (overnight gear which would have forced us into a 2+ day affair). After more of the spice melange, we began the deafening ten minute, three mile snowshoe back to the car in an hour. Mike had left his interior light on for twenty four hours, yet his truck, clad in, and, perhaps, inspired by Brittany Spears decals, fought to life, despite the stray oil fill cap floating about amongst vital engine subsystems. I changed my socks and shoes. So did Mike. We both bought chips at the gas station. Mike drove, I think, while I nodded off like a junkie. I'd start awake, make sure Mike was still driving, and nod off again. It was impossible to stay warm. I was in bed by 9:15am, for a 28h 15m day.

Anuses. My knob hangs into my sock now, that's all I are about. Ladies?

Dude.

I'm in Deming right now, about 10 miles from the Sisters. The snow level is quite low, and the six mile logging road is rather shady. You'd find bare road for something less than a mile, then snow to the summit. I soloed the West Ridge of N. Twin in Febuary (descended the S. Face gully), and I hiked for 15 minutes before I donned the skis.

I suppose I could put this in the "Climbing Partners" section, but I prefer the exposure I'll get here. I am looking for climbing partners. It's that easy. I have one person that I mainly climb with, but that person is not always available. Hence...you could fiullmy void. If you're interested, I'll try you on like I would a shoe, as I hope you'd do with me. I have next week off [trying to arrange a trip(s)] and the entire summer (60 days) as well. -Justin

Penis envy. "I climbed Rainier." as if the ability to utter such a phrase somehow lengthens one's main member. Additionally, as an East Coast transplant, I can say that knowledge of the true nature of the Cascades is not widely held. Rainier has notoriety, but even mentioning "Mt. Baker" would most likely get you some perplexed looks.

1) Find the bottom of the mountain.2) Climb to the top.3) Return to the bottom of the mountain.4) Don't get killed. Isn't Alpine climbing fun?

The Castle Junction Hostel is nicer (quieter, smaller) than the Lake Louise Hostel. Rampart Creek hostel is great for climbs on the Parkway, and it is quite removed from civilization. The sauna is evil. www.mountainmagic.com for the new edition of the guidebook(400[!] pages)

I managed to maul the approach last summer, dropped down from the col and cut towards the face, but got stuck above some cliff bands. We could see the glacier under the face, but couldn't descend. How far down from the col should you drop before you begin to work towards the face?

Your mother.

I just took out my recycling. I'm back now, I just wanted to tell everyone. Latent, that choss don't look too shabby. Put it on the list.

B'Ham blows dead donk. I'd never live there. I had a "burrito" one time at this place called "Casa Ahora", and I swear, it had a chunk of dreadlock in it, and patchouli stains on the outside. The chick that "cooked" it looked like a cross between Rhasta Fonzie and Ray Bradbury's Illustrated Man, only with a bone through her nose and seeping nostril piercings. I also had a "Margarita", which was like drinking a $7 glass of water. Weak. Climbing scene? I don't think anyone in that town climbs, far as I can tell. There isn't jack up there to climb anyways. I went to the "climbing wall" at the Y up there once, some "scene". There were these two retards there, Mick and Jason I think, that looked like they may have gone out of doors once, and all they did was spray. I'm talking about heretofore unknown depths of spray depravity. Scum. Try going into one of the shops up there some time to ask for beta. They look at you like you're speaking Estonian. "Rope? What's that? Do you have the twelve essentials? You know, those low top approach shoes only serve to put your rescuers in jeopardy when you snap your ankles. You need these $650 thigh-high leather/Kelvar hybrids and a pair of SILK liner socks. SILK. What's a mountain?" Losers...I'll stay in Seattle, thanks, and keep it waggin' with the true hardmen. -Dog

Climbed on 2/2. Excellent conditions, ice was nice and plastic, and not too wet(previous spraylord post was BS. Step up or stay home). Soloed all but the last two pitches, which were up to WI4. It was warmer on 2/3, but still there. Thanks to the blokes who retrieved my pack lid from the base of the final pitch. You RULE!!!

I'm in Deming WA as I type, on theway to the Mt. Baker Ski Area, and it's raining and warm. It's been raining for the large part of this week, although we did get some snow on the hills yesterday. If any snow deveolps today, the avi will go through the roof, and only a fool with a deathwish would head into Lake Ann right now. Additionally, any ice that I've seen out there ("beautiful flows"?? Hardly.) would suck even worse right now. Do Mt.Rescue a favor and stay in the ski area. -God