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My guess for that first mountain pic is Chimney rock from the west. But I gotta hunch it's actually Garfield. When I was a kid (60's) I hiked thru Dutch Miller Gap on my way from Salmon La Sac to Snoqualmie Summit. There was a cabin at lake Ivanho at the time; it was rather misty as we passed the lake. There was a little wooden throne right at Dutch Miller Gap. My Dad wanted me to take a picture of him sittin on it. But I refused. This was the route of the Crest Trail, that continued on to Snow Lake and out to Alpental before the rerouted it further east.

The crew that pulled me off Chimney Rock last year was From Wisconsin; prolly the same guys. The guy they lowered to the ledge where I'd spent the night to give me a hand, called me acouple months later and gave me the low-down. Said there pilot had flown missions in Nam. They werew awesome. I'd spent the night there by myself on a ledge at 7k and was thrilled when I heard them coming. Definitely some highly skilled flying in close to the rock face. They pulled me off with a little t-bar contraption on the end of a long line. That was definitely a wild ride when left the ledge on the end of that line dangling several hundred feet above the glacier on about 50ft of line. My hat's off the the national guard and the crews that come in and save our asses when we really need em.

The following is a quote from a post by IAIN on this subject in the Oregon forum: "It looked like they were on Chimney of Space or Central Pillar. Based on the arrangement of gear and other observations, it appeared to involve a factor 2 leader fall onto the belay quite high up on the route. The belay ripped and both fell a very large distance. This is simply speculation."

No Cell phone!!! My God; You just better not climb. The risk factor is way over the top.

Steve Norris, climbing buddy of mine, is trying to coordinate a wreckage recovery of a plane his son stumbled across near Mt Baker. The plane went down in 1942 while being ferried down to Paine Field from a base in Alaska. Here's a link to the story: http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/137508_ambrose01.html

I had one of those Joe Brown helmets. But I didn't buy it till The mid eighties when I retired my MSR Helmet. So it's not necesarilly 60's vintage. In fact Mo Antoine and Joe Brown didn't start producing them till '68. They are pretty heavy lunkers. I think The company is called HB now and they make a much lighter bucket for the noggin.

Nice going Rod; I'm glad you went back and got it this year. Was a year ago today that we were on that route together.

Cairns...I don't imagine Raymond Greene was any ways near the writer his brother was, but is moments of being a good read?

Dingford creek trail starts six miles past the Taylor River Junction (1400 ft). At 3 mi is a left fork to 3777-ft Myrtle Lake. There is, or used to be, a fishermans tread that continues up to Pumkinseed Lake. If you take the right fork on the Dingford Creek trail it continues for another five miles to 3886-ft Hester Lake.

from Trail Country by R Wood, publishednin 1968, p.219: ...The Queets River trail follows the river up the valley about fifteen miles to Pelton Creek Shelter. Because the road lies on the south bank, the river must be waded to reach the trail, on the north side. Boots with non-skid soles should be worn, for the current is swift, the water cold, and the bottom of tne river covered with slippery rocks. The crossing is plainly marked at a place near the end of the road where, in late summer, the water is shallow. In other seasons, however, the river is deep and swift, and the crossing treacherous.

A 6-year-old and a 4-year-old are upstairs in the bedroom. "You know what?" says the 6-year-old. "I think it's about time we started cussing." The 4-year-old nods his head in approval. The 6-year-old continues: "When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm going to say "Hell" and you say "Ass." "OK!" The 4-year-old agrees with enthusiasm. The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old what he wants for breakfast. "Ah Hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios." WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mom in hot pursuit, slapping his rear every step. The mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can just stay there till I let you out." "And what do you want for breakfast young man." "I don't know" he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios."

Oh; and a signed 1st edition of Climbing Ice by Yvon Chouinard

ROUTES and ROCKS by Crowder & Tabor 2nd printing: 1966

I have some lighter fluid too. And a 20lb bag of charcoal. Is 6 o'clock early enough for getting the coals goin?

Do you have the charcoal covered? I can bring some of that.

This strategy seems rather contrived. It's not like you have to leave seattle trailing your gear on a bicycle. But if you want to cap off a climb of librty crack with a bivy on the summit, carry the gear up the route. Cacheing gear is fine for a PCT hike. But it seems the Gestalt of The experience would be lost in all the preparation in this instance.

Coming down the east side of Mnt Washington, over in the Olympics, The slope started to slide, taking me with it. When I went from sliding to 'being caried' to tumbling it got my attention. About 500 ft down the slope, with great effort, I managed to stay on top and swim-roll over to the edge of the slide and get out. Once I got out of it I watched as a 40 ft wide slide continued to flow. I could'nt see the lower section of the slide so I imagine it dropped off. One of those events you're glad you can walk away from. I had another close call more recently that I could'nt walk away from. But that's another story.

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Muffy, both Matt and I suggested Andy's Diner, and you suggested 3:00 as a good time. Do You need printed invitations sent out to make it official? What's with this 'sorry guys. maybe next time.'

How about having it at Andy's Diner. Then we can meet Muffy and Dan Larson at the same time.

Thanks for the invite Gary. Forest and Tony braved the onslaught of Seattle's well-heeled and got some free food and drinks. The rest of you dirtbags missed out on this one.

His next book should be titled "An Accident Waiting To Happen". Or maybe I could write that book.

It should be good. Simpson is quite entertaining when he gives a talk.

Would that be from a corked or twist top bottle... Oh, wrong thread. My bad

Hey can Stephan and I come down to your little party? We can have "gimps on parade".