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Make an offer on anything you are slightly interested in.

DO NOT GO UP THERE! The goats are out in force and will not wait for you to stop peeing.

Park on the street by the south entrance. It's a 150 yard walk to the rock. Of course, if we bbq at the rock we need our own bbq, tables, and rif-raf repellant.

Only pussies use wet suits. I was just up at Lake Wenatchee getting my gonads froze off. "Still early." He squeeked.

They fit my old Lowa's but they are too narrow for my Koflach Artis Extremes. It's only the front bale that is the problem. I haven't taken a serious stab at expanding them. There might be an easy way. I am looking for some footfang bales to see if they work.

AARRGH. And I went boating. Nice pics!

I am into Marymoor park. The shelters are at the opposite end from the rock but it's a bbq. There is power there. I'll look into the particulars.

No smells on this merchandise.

Shanahan down jacket. Size men's L. Red, no hood. in great shape, hardly used. $25. Koflach plastic boots.Womens size 6.5. In great shape. $60. Platypus pack with bladder. Good shape. $15. Taxi Groove shortie skiis (75cm) with mountaineering bindings. Great shape. $60.These are great for getting off Rainier without having to haul heavy skiis. Chouinard Vapor barrier liner. $20. I will barter.

Just bought a boat. That'll help my climbing. If you have any old water ski gear clogging up your garage, let me know. I'm looking for garage sale prices here.

check your pm's. it's yurs fur the cash.

Slogged up Persis this morning to start circulation in those pig hauling muscles. The start is really a bummer if you don't find the trail. It starts about 60 meters before the end of the road. The bushwhacking is stellar though. I wouldn't have missed it. No Devil's Club. Just downfall on a steep wet slope with small cedars blocking the view to your feet. Once on the trail , it is a good steep rise to North Persis. Snow started at about 3500. Who ever was up there Friday, don't worry, I picked up your Cliff Bar wrapper where you stopped . What did you eat? Cliff Bars and Onions? There was an onion skin up there also. I could still smell your farts on the way down.

Perception Overflow. $175. Great backband.

Is the road out to the South Tahoma Glacier open? Is there good parking at the trailhead to Tahoma Glacier route?

Check out the ohter Enchanments thread. It even has pictures.

My girls want to do it again soon. They didn't get their fire started and they want another chance. Thanks to all the patient cc.comers who were there.

When he is hanging upside down in his kayak under a shallow drop.

Walnuts are recommended by that Harvard Doc who looks like an Indian Guru. One small handful a day. He looks like he might be eating some chocolate with his.

On the first pitch of a variation to Champagne (straight up the LF corner past the ledge and thru the roof) I noticed about a thousand little orange bugs crawling all over my hand. On closer inspection, they were about half the size of a pin head, I realized they were newly hatched ticks. So I hold the record for most ticks in one day on SCW.

You won't let me smoke you bud anymore.

Day 1, july, 1982. Went up the inlet to lake Inez in the Swan valley to sleep under a spruce tree at the edge of a beaver pond. Rolled out my bag, sucked down a spleef and lay me down to sleep. The breeze was down canyon. After about 15 minutes, I hear a load whistling grunt about 50 yards away. Clearly from a set of very large lungs. A few seconds later, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump and there beside the tree stands a set of eight inch diameter skull crushers. Again, the whistling grunt. Am I his bitch? Do I unzip to be polite? Too dark to descern his disposition. Again the whistling grunt. Blow job? SHIT. Then thumpity, thumpity, thumpity, thumpity, thumpity, thumpity, thumpity, thumpity and there are two more, only smaller. I realize they are up wind. Momma moose and twin calves. They wander out into the pond and graze. It gets too dark to see. I wake up a virgin. Day 2, july 1982. New camera and I are taking pictures about eight miles upstream on Marshall creek. The flowers are out in the meadows and the bees are busy. Good chance to test my macro. Ooooh. good shot. Alright. another...... Then, a similar whistling grunt. Only decidedly deeper. Behind me. I turn slowly to see a young bull moose walking tentatively toward me. He is about thirty yards away. I am near the middle of a large meadow. A lone spruce stands dead in the middle about fifteen yards away. I walk slowly toward it keeping one eye on the friendly moose. Mental note; Must change aftershave. Something more masculine. Moose picks up speed. I pick up speed. Moose lunges into allout charge. I lunge into all out retreat to tree and up through dead scratchy, stiff, brutal limbs. No looking back. BAM! The tree shakes. I keep climbing. BAM! THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. Snort. And he trots away. I bleed. Day 3, july, 1982. Drive all day. Must get away from moose. Up the Yak. No humans. West side of Glacier park. Camp on creek. Big ridge to west with old clearcut. Might get a panorama of the western front. Head out fast to catch the sunset. One hour later I am up a thousand feet and three miles away. Totally alone. Walking through a stand of small lodgepole, I hear something behind me. I turn. Stare. Listen. Nothing. Move on to the top. Nothing to write home about. Too many high ridges of lodgepole. Head down the ridge. About fifty yards past where I heard the noise, I hear it again. Stop. Turn. Stare. Listen. Nothing. I must be paranoid. I didn't use aftershave. Move on. Again, the noise. Turn etc.......... Nothing. Again, the noise. Shit. I am being stalked. Cat? Must be. I have a good knife. Cats do not like fights. Move on. Cut down through a clearcut to a road. Up the hill from where I came comes a grunt. Looking up, I see a bear running down hill toward me. Nothing around me. He jumps over a log and comes down on his front paws. Ouch! Over his chin in a very clumsy summersault. "AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" he says. Quickly I translate from bear to human and realize he has just cursed me and promised to kick ass and bite me repeatedly. He is about thirty yards away. Lay down and play dead? I will definately get bit. He isn't very big. Has he ever seen a human before? Probably not. He's young. Probably just turned away from momma. Shit. He's gotta be hungry. I can't lie down. I'll be an unsavory meal. Bad taste but norishing. I pull my knife, yell as loudly and as deeply as I can and lunge toward the bear. He stops about ten feet from me. He sits. My mind is racing wildly. I think, what am I to him? A mystery. An unknown animal of unknown strength and ferocity. I cannot give him time to gather his courage. I roar as mean as I can and lunge at him flailing my arms wildly. He turns and runs. I cut off my shorts and hang them in a young tree.

I ve known three people who had that surgery. Two resumed climbing 6 months later. One resumed climbing in about a month. I had the distinct pleasure of seeing his wound gaping open about 400' off the ground. If I have any good advice, it is to say, imobilize thyself.

I am starting to worry a bout you brutha, I think you need a little chill time, some TLC, maybe a vacation or something. You need to get all your pieces back in your pie before something realy yucky goes down. The Cali Life Style is messin' with youy PNW vibe.... SLOW DOWN... CHILL OUT...FIND SOME FRESH AIR, and then DON"T RUN IN IT TAKE CARE OF YOUR SELF Maybe he just needs to get laid. don't laugh, getting laid fixes a lot of things Getting laid fixes everything.

Soloing is a different sport. Climbing with a partner and a rope is confining and slow but is made up for by being safer and sharing the experience. Either way, what I remember best about specific climbs are those moments when I was alone at the crux. Soloing is a steady stream of being "alone at the crux". It cannot be taken lightly. My soloing urge was severly crimped when I had kids. It was only then that I realized how far I had been willing to push my own mortality. Still, it is a freedom unmatched on a rope. It is as close as I can get to flying. When my children are older I will resume. Until then, I will solo the R&D route and remember.............

After my wife had our little lovely ones she refused to take her vicadin. Tsk tsk. I take some every time I think I might break something. "How about a three egg omlet honey"? As for Tylenol over Ibuprofin, I thought that Tylenol killed pain but did not do anything for inflamation, whereas Ibuprofin does both. Is this true Doc? Does drinking lots of water lessen the impact of Ibuprofin on the kidneys? How does that compare to Naproxin (alleve)?