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Very cool idea Curious though what the "Grade V" refers to? Nice job

You can see the scrubbing from Chilliwack Seriously though, I didn't know there were THAT many routes. Sounds really cool All we need is a VANCOUVER ROCK GUIDE

The 'burbs may be culturally dead but it's really the urban brains that are dying . . .

I think you get an F for your messed-up reply with the post extras garbage at the bottom or maybe the gumnutsybianblender's broken

Kids, read before you reply . . .

That deathhole is still waiting for its last customer like some venus fly trap

If you're looking for conjecture . . . I betcha the Buck slide has slid and it's prob. pretty big this year . . . If that's what you're worried about . . .

So is it the seduction that's lethal?

What time did you guys end up getting back to Oceanville?

Climb: Icemaker Mountain-Success and Glory, or Lethal Alpine Seduction? Date of Climb: 5/5/2006 Trip Report: Another part to Kurt's "Traverse the Coast Mountains Bit-by-Bit": a few weeks ago he suggested we have a go at Icemaker Mountain and ski back out to Railroad Pass. I only had three days, but this didn't seem to be a problem. We had flown in to the Pebble Hut a few years back for mad freshness and knew that the ~40km exit could be done in one long day. Kurt and Jeff H. had also just done a trip from Owl Creek to the Hurley mere weeks previous. We decided that getting up Icemaker would be a touch easier if we just flew to the base. Joining us in this sillyquick traverse were Jeff H. and Kellie M. Tyax Air flies a beaver out of Pemberton for less than half the cost of a helicopter - a good bet if the weather's good and you have a big, flat landing area. Landing on the FASP Glacier, Icemaker in background: Skiing down the FASP Glacier: It was a straightforward ski up Icemaker where the views were had and the incoming sh8tstorm was clearly noted. Final bit of Icemaker: It took a bit of time to get back down to the Pebble hut from the FASP, much longer than I would have thought. Wicked cornography runs down into the trees. The hut kept moving on us in the tress on the valley bottom and only when we charged at it in frustration and anger did we manage to corner it and gain access to its mousey refuge At this point two things became clear to me: 1. I was coming down with some sort of brutally painful bronchial infection, and 2. The hut was overrun with rodents. Coughing and mice running all over you = no sleep Saturday was pretty socked in so we lazed about in the hut, and read all the old magazines. Kellie read an article in an old Outside rag that purported to be an expose of the secret life of guides: "Success and Glory, or LETHAL ALPINE SEDUCTION?" We had no idea what a lethal alpine seduction might be, but after a while surmized that it must be a Mike Layton dating/body disposal technique. Later on we went up the Pebble Glacier and took a good run off a steep side slope, and then went to explore the tres cool ice cave we had found two years ago. Unfortunately, the thing had totally melted out in all of two years and where there used to be this incredbile tunnel there was now only a big melting cavern. Still cool though, and still a good mine for cocktail ice: I spent most of Saturday night in that cool boilng hot/freezing cold state you get when you're getting a bit sick. This is a really good way to be when you have to ski 40 kms the next day and can barely breathe in without keeling over in pain. I was looking forward to it. Also spent most of that night throwing things at the mice running around the cabin so only had about 2 hours sleep So on the exit out we took a wee bit of a wrong turn and ended up in North Creek, which for those without the 92 J/11 mapsheet in front of them, aint the best move The weather was pretty bad and we couldn't see much and had to pull out a compass of all things. Maybe this was the lethal alpine seduction? Kurt and Jeff had been through this valley though, so they had the beta to surmount the headwall, which required a HEELHOOK OF DEATH (another wickedly excitable outdoor journalism junk phrase ) We pulled through though, and got back up into the upper Hurley and the usual exit out. I was pretty sick by this point and every breath was a rasp of broken glass on my lungs. 11 hours and 40 odd kms later we made it back to the truck where Kurt dug into a thirsty beaver: Back at Pemberton I was shivering uncontrollably and had trouble standing up. Somehow made it home, curled up fetally beneath a scalding shower unable to stay warm. Total LETHAL ALPINE SEDUCTION!!!!!!!!

So BD international orders require you to fax your credit card statement to them to prove who you are. Jesus, that's fckd up!

Moved into new appt a few months ago. Putting up shelves for the gear, pre-drilling holes with stud sensor. Drilled right into the main feeder cable for the house. Lived.

Ah, you were the dork climbing that on Sunday. Driving by I remarked, "who the hell ever climbs that p.o.s?" Someone might have asked the same of this humble dork had they driven by yesterday afternoon

quote: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Originally posted by Dru 60 lb backpack and 40 lb sled, please tell us what you were carrying!!!! That's like a 2 week ski tour weight! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Utter foolishness I know. But I was basing my equipt. on previous Scout Winter Camps and not knowing what was up there I prepared for everything plus I also wanted to bring luxuries...I am not a Granola head. Heres some of what was on the sleds, Peak Stoves, Simmerlite stoves, 4 bottles of fuel, 2 Frying pans, Fondue Pot, 2 Mec pot sets. Two Tents Food: 3 Bottles of wine, Teryaki Chicken Thighs, Rice, 2 lbs of Brownies, 3 bags hashbrowns, Ham, Bear Cr. soups, Swedish Meatballs, Blocks of cheese, Garlic coil, Smoked salmon, cr. cheese, 3 baguettes, some Fine Scotch and Butter ripple Schnapps. We ate very well!!!! wicked

Barber. Samuel.

If you go via Brohm you'd better bring some Budweiser for your new two-stroke friends (there's a lot of snowmobiles on Brohm)

Parking fees: Some guy laughed at me a while back when he saw me dutifully putting my $5 in the envelope. Haven't paid since. No ticket. At your own risk

yes yes, especially if you wander road is fine. make sure you have mandatory sick beats though Don't even bother if you aren't on skis

There appears to be some serious tension between you two.

I pulled into a parking spot at Smith, cranked the sick beats, and sat on my big pad and sorted gear with my dog. Oh wait, that was everybody else

Where is the Patagonia outlet? drC There's this drive-in in the desert. You go in and pour yourself a pepsi and this elevator rockets you 25 storeys underground to a secret NORAD command centre. Oh wait, that was a movie with Chevy Chase and Dan Ackroyd.

No shit, the weather karma bank is at an all time high right now. Fricking sunshine blue balls

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