Necronomicon

Good anti-gaper negative stimulus, though, keep the hordes surpressed for a bit.

After looking at the helo crash pics, I'm wondering about the efficacy of utilizing helos at all. What if the crash had occured amidst the cluster of rescuers that are clearly visible at the lip of the crevasse? Fucking carnage, as if it isn't bad enough anayway. Additionally, does the Air National Guard even train for this type of terrain on a regular basis (steep snowslopes that offer unique thermal and highly variable wind characteristics)? I know that the Whidbey Island Navy Rescue helo trains regularly with B'Ham Mtn Rescue. Of course, if I were mangled high on a peak, I'd be the first to take a ride, but those things are fucking DANGEROUS. That thing shattered like a grenade...

For those who missed Mike Layton's slideshow last night at WWU, no joke, the kid is becoming an experienced hardman. Despite almost complete ineptitude on the part of the WWU technology "experts" resulting in some problems with sound quality, the experience was great. Good music, awesome pics, irony, humor, etc. High quality. The best part for me were the pics of all the partnerships, people successfully busting it out together. F*CK YEAH!!! -God

Mike was break-dancing on the table, wasted college boy. Sadly, all his trolling came to naught and he went home alone. Drunk people are retards, my drunkard wife included.

Any beta? How much snow? How's the trail? Can you drive to the trailhead? Snowshoes advised for warm temps, or is there a pretty good track? Last time I was up there, there were some serious people eaters on the trail, massive gaping holes appearing instantly under every second step...

So I get this call yesterday afternoon. It's Mike telling me that he wants to head out and try the N. Face of Greybeard at night. I tell him he's fucked in the head and that we should go drinking instead. I called him again at 7:30pm and tell him that the alcohol awaits. I get drunk and he never shows up. Turns out, he went out to Greybeard, left the trailhead at midnight, and got 3/4 of the way up the face before he turned around due to shitty ice and rockfall. The moral of the story is that if you don't step up to the plate, you'll never strike out. [ 05-25-2002, 09:45 PM: Message edited by: Necronomicon ]

How much for that woman of yours?

Amber, You are so hot. I will climb with you. Please call me. This is truly a dream come true. Interstingly, it seems, from you profile, that you are new to this board, and that this is your first experience with us. We'll be...uh...gentle...caring...generous...uh...partners.

Light, fast, easy redundancy. Great protection while you build an anchor. I climbed for a long time without, now I'm never without it. Indispensible at rappel stations.

The summit would be fine, but a more sheltered compromise between the summit and H. pass would be the treed area at the top of the climber's trail, right after the sketch traverse. It's not far from the summit, and would offer more protection if the weather shit out,IMHO. -J

Sweet...

"AN IDIOT" Harsh criticism. I expect more from you folks... Additionally, you're so poorly read it's an embarassment.

When you're all finished with your love-in, you can clean up the vomit you're causing me to hurl forth..

What about me???

..if you've scratched the bee venom from the sting on your scalp into the Devil's Club wounds on your arm.

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What a shitty ending! I was hoping that The Liar and The Slavic Subhuman would pound it out in a local gear shop over a pile of over-exposed prints. Instead we get this formulaic bullshit! "You were there before me! That's all there is to it!" Weak... -Condomstipator

Holy shit... I think I got some spittle on me from that one. Notice that his rage is so perfect his pounding fists are unable to properly utilize the "Shift" key. I just got back from soloing the route, and I didn't find any of the gear that Colon claimed to leave behind. I'm starting to think this claimed ascent is BULLSHIT.

FUCKING DO IT!!! FUCKING DO IT!!! JEEESUUUS!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! YYNNNTTTHHHH!!! BY THE GREAT GODS OF... Seriously, though, it's time for us to end this acrimony, and to band together as Mountain Brothers and Hill Sisters. We all know that the only reason we do any of this is to be better than someone else, and to rub that fact in their shitty face. If only Colin would recognise that his Slavic competitor, despite his homemade tin carabiners and his unsightly hand-crafted hob nail sneakers, is the harder Hardman, we could all live in peace. Step out from behind your lies, Colin, so that we may build a better world, together, Godless Communists and Cumpulsive Liars alike. -Dog

I'd say, from my lofty perch in front of this computer, that the decison not to climb the colouir last sunday, with the freezing level forecasted to be above 10000', was appropirate for the occassion. Also, I think Colin is trying to pull the old "I can't use a computer." ruse to weasel out of posting an image. If you can log onto this website, you should be able to post an image. Forthwith... Cheers, -The Devil

In the time it took me to type my post, and read additional posts, my attitude has gone from one of skepticism to "Who gives a fuck?" Colin seems convinced that he climbed it, good for him. When I was freaking out on acid in college, and the cops were dragging me out from underneath my roommate's bed, I was sure that I was being accosted by hill billies in their West Virginia cabin. I think the main problem with detractors is their envy of the length of the Johnson on your average hardman. I feel for you Colin. I know your pain. -God

How about a picture? They are, after all, worth a thousand words. I, for one, am skeptical. Conditions were less than ideal last weekend, and although my partner and I got an early start on our climb, and cramponed up hard snow, the team that came up behind us still found our spore. Lets see some evidence. Additionally, although you've never heard of me, I am the Beast 666, and even the hardest of hardmen can't keep with me. -God

I am God. Please grovel prostrate at my boot-clad feet. Additionally, since I am perhaps one of only two people to climb the route this year, please plead extra fealty, as the benevolence of such a supreme and humble diety can quickly turn to anger and wrath directed towards such pitiful animals. Mike got all the hard pitches, lucky guy. My favorite was the "Hyper-Pan Dome" slush/mung grovel pitch, PD1 3BBH (broken broom handles)on the Pan Dome/Abner Louima rating system that Mike, God of Reckless Self-Abandon, and I employ. It had a Squishy-like consistancy that wouldn't have made Apu very happy. Watch Mike grovel, look at the "anchor" (a tiny sappling equalized to an ice tool pounded into quickly melting neve), watch Mike grovel some more, simul-climb when the rope runs out, watch Mike continue to grovel. A ski buried as a deadman would have been the only viable form of protection, if that. Finally, the triumphant shout of "I've got gear!", a funky cam stuck sideways in bad granite. What fun! The summit views were deemed worthy, so I was not forced to smote the mountain beneath my feet, although it would have saved the hassle of the descent rappels. The final 900' foot downclimb of rotting, sun-blasted snow was a cheerfully hideous blow to the crotch. The sun beating down on my head and up my nostrils sounded like the opening throbbing of "Welcome to the Machine." Finally, the car, a beer, and home to the Ham for an afternoon nap. When we saw the folks starting up at 8am(!!!!!) I had to laugh. Hint: When the weather squids are calling for the freezing level to be at 7000' and high temps in the sixties, you can logically postulate that an East facing alpine ice climb will require an early start to be completed successfully. Just a thought, no hard feelings, I am simply a God who cannot tolerate such mortal behavior in my Alpine Hardmen brethren. (BTY, we descended a gully that drops off the summit to the west for four 200'+ rappels. We fixed a pin at the top of the last one.) Oh yeah, I almost forgot all of you gapers out there. Cheers. -God

Is this the highest moral order? Regardless of whether or not the proper nomenclature is applied to a particular phenomenon, the impact on your life is still the same: pain, be it figurative or literal. Who care? Call them all "Cah Holes", I'll know what you're talking about.

With respect to Jobe's post, he fell into what is known as the "College Crevasse", presumably because of the frequency with which ignorant college kids end up at the bottom of it. It forms every year in the draw to the west of the "Hog's Back" (the morainal ridge that you ascend before you hit the snow slopes). There is a waterfall under the snowpack, and as the volume of the water increases in the spring, the moat begins to open up. As it says on the sign at the trailhead, DO NOT GLISSADE INTO THE DRAW TO THE WEST OF HOG'S BACK!!! You cannot see the moat from above, and several people have ended up at the bottom. A few years ago, when I was a volunteer for BMRC, we had to haul a dead man out of it, not much fun. The best thing to do is to glissade until you get to the top of the Hog's Back, descend it until you are below the water fall, and continue your glissade. FYI, there was a dude on North Twin Sister 2(?) years ago that lost control glissading down the North Slope, and punctured his aorta with his ice tool.