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Start of school for Seattle SD is Sept 3. Same for Lake Washington School Dist. I don't know why this might be a problem but we can change the date if we want. Let me know.

I'm going. I'm drinking. I'm accepting free stuff. I'm not listening to anyone bitch or lecture. I'm there to play.

You can do anything you want to vounteer for. I am at work all day so if you want to call the FS in Leavenworth to reserve a group campsite, that would be great. If I do not hear from you, I will do it. I have sent you a couple emails but have not heard back. I ha been intouch with Dave Parker and he will be gone for a couple weeks starting soon. He wants to help out when he returns. PM me.

When do the Enchantments deregulate for the winter?

OK. I propose we reserve the group site at Bridge Creek for the 5,6,7th of September for the kid's ropeup. We could also do another one later since we don't have to arrange a keg or raffle. I would probably do another one if it were a couple weeks later. I will also be taking my girls (5 and 7) to the full moon ropeup. I will bring kid things like light sticks and candy for my girls to hand out to "break the ice". Since there have been no negative responses, I will call Leavenworth tomorrow, Tues, Aug 5 to reserve a site.

Nice TR. I was up there playing hooky from work and wife in late April. I was going to do Persis, Index and back from the south basin under Persis. The bushwhacking directly up the south west slope of Persis was slow. I found tracks of someone coming down that way. There were also a lot of tracks up on the traverse and down into the basin from the gully in the east headwall. Next time, I will take the west ridge trail or probably better, go up the creek bottom in the south basin to the headwall, up right on brushy slab, and up through the talus to the north east to gain the ridge between Persis and Index. Return by the same route. This way would save a lot of time but you would miss scarfing that used 80' rope. I have a 60m 7mm for trips like that. It has been useful, nay, ass-saving many times.

Sounds good to me! Hillweasel, David Parker, Spacely, and Kitten, Does this date work for you? If not, suggest another.

How does Sept 6&7 work for everybody?

My girls and I are in unless it is the weekend of Aug 23-24.

But if they stop posting on CC.com it won't be anywhere near as much fun.

Just buy mine. $10 with Platypus pack. PM me.

Probably chewed on by a mountain goat by now.

DO you mean Beacon Rock or the marmot?

Actually, it predated the milk van as a outhouse/dope smoking shelter. The iron door was installed to prevent blowing a train off the tracks in the event of a methane explosion.

Halfway across North Dakota on I90 there is a ten ton block up on four pillars at a rest stop. You have to chimney up btween the pillars and grab one of the bore hole grooves that are now horizontal to pull up.

What was the smartass comment.

Where is Forbidden? I know it is in the north Casscades but I can't find it in the Becky guide. Looking for approach beta on the west ridge.

What's wrong with bugs? So it sounds like that gully goes pretty easy. Did you take a rope? Climbing shoes? Was there lots of opportunity for off route scrambling with safe bailouts?

Indian Canyon 1982. Ricki and I are parked near Newspaper Rock sorting gear in his van when a nice lady in a Winnebago pulls up. She gets out with her Poodle Fifi and walks up to the van. She nicely asked Ricki, "Are you rock climbers?" I smiled while Ricki politely replied "Yes". "Are you headed for Colorado?" I snickered. Ricki looked at me and smiled at her and said "No We are climbing here." She was a little put off with my snicker and announced "There is no rock climbing here?" I rolled on the floor of the van howling. She quickly added "The rock is too unstable." Ricki is now loosing it. She proudly announces "My son rappells. He knows." We were in stitches for about fifteen minutes. Lady, wherever you are, Thank you very much. The world would be a duller place without you. And I hope your dog isn't constipated anymore.

The first time someone tried to sue the government for the actions of a wild animal was in jellystone. A french guy wanted a pic of a buffalo bull and set up his camera very close. When he was ready, the buffalo turned it's head away. After a few futile attempts to get the buffalo to look at him, he walked up to it, grabbed it by the horns, and yanked on it's head. In full view of his wifem the naughty animal ripped him a new asshole big enough to store a minibike. He died a few hours later. If only it would have been a running video camera.

I've always been a bad climber. I just want some pretty girl to spank me.

Croft definately started by free soloing the direct north ridge of Stuart including the gendarme. That alone is a pretty respectable climb.

Nice of you to think of us.

I have bivied with less. You will be fine. I usually just take pile coat, pants and gortex shell for walls. Sometimes I got cold like the time my partner disappeared into a blizzard on the first pitch of the north couliour on Middle Teton. But it was usually enough.

There are nasty people everywhere. I started riding the rails when I was 16. The fucks I ran into once in a great while could only be delt with two ways, run and leave everything heavy behind for them to gloat over or carry a framer's hammer and don't take no shit. I've HAD to do both or die. Remember one thing if you are going to choose violence, there might be a bigger idiot than you right across the way. If you are going to fuck with someone you do not know, prepare to kill or be killed. Come to terms with that reality now before you start spouting off at a group of drunk fucks from anywhere. Otherwise you are just a little boy with a big mouth. During a long hitch hiking/climbing trip trough the south west in the 70's I had a couple run ins with some Navajo. They seemed to have an underground communication network and were saying "fuck with the white kid with the 60 lb pack". I didn't have to fight anybody. I talked my way out every time with all parts and gear intact. Then I was coming north through Wyoming and got hassled by the highway patrol for hitch hiking. They told us to get off the freeway or go to jail. The guy I was with headed for the tracks. I chose to take my chances with the next few cars. An old Chevy packed full of Navajo stopped. We crammed my pack in the trunk and used one of my runners to tie it shut. There were already five in the back so I climbed in with the four in front. The driver and his girl friend shared shifting while I manuevered my knees accordingly. After about fifteen minutes of silence, The driver turned to me and said, "We almost din't pick ya up. We'wre fraid you might beat us up r somethin". We laughed long and hard.