Necronomicon

5.3d is much easier than 5.4, so I'm confused.

I have two stars!! I should have none!

Drainageaneering is so old school, with your seige drainaging mentality. Modern neohypolightweight drainaging abandons the tools of the ancients, like climbing shovels and belay rakes, and seeks a purity of movement that can't be found in "drainaging" routes put up by our elders. I am not diminishing the efforts of past drainers. The Lower East gully of Lower Goat Mountain (VI D3.7e Mung 5-) comes to mind. Put up over the course of eleven days in the March of 1978, the wettest March in recorded human history, this route pushed the limits of the possible. Tain Hurlong, a member of the first ascent team, recounted this story: "We were dug in at Camp IX. I was stuffing bark and lichen into the chinks between the rotten logs we had hung our hammocks from, in an effort to mud-proof our camp for the final push, while Malcolm was squeezing moss for drinking water, when we heard a noise above us. We looked up to see a wall of mud and debris heading down the upper gully towards us. Malcolm was lucky enough to be close to our wheelbarrow, which he hid under for protection. I could only clutch my climbing trowel and wait. The mud swept through our camp like a mud-spawned mud demon made of mud and stuff, and it was muddy and had mud all over it, but for the love of JESUS CHRIST Our SAVIOR and SALVATION, PRAISE BE to HIM and HIS HOLINESS, praise JEEEEEZUS!!!!!!!!!!! , we were saved. With great efforts, we finished the mung. Afterwards, while the guy at the gas station was pressure washing slime mold from my butt crack, he asked Malcolm how our drain went. Malcolm replied 'It was like I was dead, and Death was having sex with me, and he was made out of mud.'" Compare this with "Let's Hug all the Posers, Cuz' We Like You" (LCVIII D4.5y New Wave Mung +/-19) in Costa Rica. Put up by Guisdain Thibknob and Phagmiche Hoppalong in the Fall of 2002, "Let's Hug" ascends from sea level to 15,000', and boasts 37 different types of tree frogs along the way. The first ascentionists redefined drainaging with this route, and busted open the door to the future. Wearing only Vans, Cool-lots, mesh tank tops, Star Trek badges, and sharing a bag of flour between them, they blasted the route in six hours, 16 minutes, and 46.3275 seconds. Amazing! Did they use a shovel on the "I've been reborn" pitch? No. Guisdain used his urine to bore a hole through the wall of mud and owl pellets, while Phagmiche shored it up with regurgitated flour. Did they resort to mungtons of the 153rd pitch, the dreaded "I am become Death, destroyer of worlds" pitch? NO! The 80m inverted wall of slime that confronted them was asended by alternately standing on each others shoulders until they could reach the top. This...is the future of drainaging. MEN against gulleys, human against mud and sticks and stuff. Strategy is beyond the techniques. Technique is beyond the tools. Tools are beyond. Beyond is here. Here is now. Now is now. One...five...twenty...twenty five million.

Scarpa Cerro Torres

I love you GregW. I love you so much.

Trask climbs as much as GregW.

Yeah, 6 minimum group size for some trails. I was up there in July, and there was a habituated she-grizzly with cubs in the valley under the N. Face of Temple. I guess the rationale is that she'd eat the first four, and two could run for help.

Split Beaver at squish is a great first trad lead.

Ow. And after all that surgery, too.

We did the same thing on the left side of the creek, pretty quick with a good snowpack.

Necro = Hardman. Fucking double post .

Necro = Hardman. Fucking steel .

Necro = Hardman. Fucking steel .

Bellingham blows. I'd never live here. I don't even climb.

It's a she, and she's a total bitch. Is it in right now?

Cave, Could you post a low rez image for us dial-up slobs? I've tried to view your pic, but I wait forever, and I have no patience.

I just got the Scarpa Cerro Torre boots, super sweet, light, comfy, and warm. My second pair of scarpas, my Assaults lasted six years and took a lot of abuse. I'd go Scarpa over La Sportiva any day, given that I've seen La Sportiva boots falling apart after not much use.

Six miles.

I prefer to bag your Mom's beaver. A little dry, but in all a good pelt.

Scarpa Cerro Torre boots to replace my foot mangling Scarpa Assaults. And coin for my trip Mecca, where I will bash my knuckles against my God. I'll see you in Hell!!

Don't forget "Bad Taste" and the classic "Dead Alive", which perhaps the goriest hilarity ever produced. My favorite scene is the fat Uncle taking a piss. If you pay attention, you can hear his kidney stones hitting the bowl. And don't forget the kick-ass priest giving it to the teenage zombies, or the shoulder-slung lawn mower zombie party clear-out/blood bath scene. TOO funny.

I dug her up. (couldn't resist. You left yourself wide open)

Your moms. I'm about halfway there. Some are pretty rowdy...

Big trip is planned. Me and your mom, taking off. She's all excited.