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7/27 - XXX - 17th corner lap of the year so far - crawled down the gorge w/ the family crew to drop the little lady off at her girl scout camp - the way back we sauntered up the bacon-wand w/ dog n' friends, me breaking off to do a solo lap n' meet them up top - newbs looking awful lost at the base, casting off 30 feet right of crusing when they were looking for the corner - good times on the walk down and the long way back

i blame the new york fucking yankees

never did like that joint - perhaps the shocking lack of beer?

at least we're still prime

your girlfriend's very lucky that you keep shipping yourself off to places w/ critical available pussy deficiencies

can't believe i forgot some horrid phuck kidnapped my sweet fucking hat and hid it in a place i rarely go saved the hat, said hate-shits-on-the-happy to the cord of course

7/29 - day 29 for 2014 - days of storm n' souse - good times w/ the kids in camp, hard rains, and little to do but fuck-all w/ the recently-returned wife (so to speak, literally not literally) planned to climb w/ minnesota adam who i'd not seen since the garden of eden just outside the dynamite cave had been inundated w/ rain in rare days gone by - busted cars n' busted dreams that day, but a spectacular last minute save sucked the bitterness out of the expedition at least tuesday we'd planned at first but morning after morning after morning of ruinous damps downshifted us to friday instead - all set to saunter off in mid-morning i was a bit late meself to the bk-rendezvous after binging n' purging until late the night afore on norse horror-films, stale beer and basic astronomy textbooks - no white boy upon arrival, kewl - kinda thought maybe he'd just boomed out to beacon after i waited 30 minutes - bought some smokes just in case the cosmos had decreed this and went bounding out there w/ a wistful air about me when he still hadn't showed - nope, no early-riser waiting to regard me w/ edged, red eyes, so did a lap on the corner to see if maybe he wouldn't arrive eventually - got back down n' met that ole'boy rick in the lot and smoked all kinds of things, gesticulated wildy and talking-tall while him n' his kid started banging up cruising - this new feller george came gambolling along n' we ended up doing some good things - great guy that newborn-babe-in-the-woods - he got his first leads of crusing and free for all and crushed them ended up w/ jimbo for a while - all your favorite conspiracies considered - goddamn muslims, moon-bases on mars, mormons sucking satan's cock, etc - parted ways as the shade came side-saddling over the south-side n' finished off the day w/ an overladen second solo lap - gallumped on back home well before the banishment of day to break bread w/ the little people and puzzle out this precious weekend before us may summer never die

ole'boy did a tr n' everythng - shit, my first real trip w/ that mother-fucker - all i recall is fire n' whiskey n' horseshit everywhere once you hit the other trail http://cascadeclimbers.com/forum/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=714785

did it years ago w/ tvash - nary a soul on the long approach from canada, sure as hell not at the border which was remote to the extreme - i recall no trail at all at the border, which we reached only after a long bout of very interesting open country that was completly trackless enjoy that trip and pack to stay a few days at the lake - amazing climbing all around it - really fun, long solo scramble can be done from left to right as i remember too, continous kewl boulder problems for many hundreds of vertical feet

meh - most of the pain in the ass part is just processing the pix for size and quality before worryign about writing the t.r. - would the drag n' drop mean i wouldn't have to cut down the file size anymore?

wife's got the phone so it might be awhile pm'ed n' emailed you my address in the interim

why not compromise and use BOTH bolts n' pins?

you willing to take 30$ for your c4 josh?

when i throw my partners under the bus the fuckers always break the damn bus

digging old-growth lichen out of your eye-balls is half the fun of climbing any old-skewl beacon route

yer gonna be sooooo bored back here

No. indeed, ain't it usually the fawking cleveland indians?

yes, i usually have very little to say yeah, the small .5 camalot - whatever price you wanna pounce upon, venerable sir - 30$? plenty of room in the world for black lesbian nazis! shit, it's all the rage these days

missed ya ole'boy - good to see yer still out there sucking wind you got a nice red alien or purple camalot? argentina? shiiiiit, you turning into a reformed nazi?

i did - just been marinating on it long n' fully so as to not let down my adoring fans short version - stormed off half-dome from a bivy on pitch 6, then it got wicked hawt so we spent a week up in toulomne doing all kinds of good things (though regretably i couldn't talk anyone into kidnapping and torturing a jmt-backpacker w/ me )

7/26-27 - days 27 n' 28 - saturday morning doldrums, drifting along on drink and dregs of home-chores - afternoon ambulations camas-ways - bday parties for little bitty peoples - robots and addled adult ramblings - felicitations to the family-folk and fumbled east-wards as evening set in - galloped through the gorge w/ gutfuls of pabst n' crawfuls of camels- emergency core-breach at st. clouds - beacon in the gloaming - geoff in the h.m.s. revenge - giddy-upped the good old corner, passing near a dozen dawdling just below the tip-top - 11 minutes trail to base, pouring sweat and huff-puffing like a wounded fuck party at the no-bo moon-tower soon thereafter - 'skitters n' grill-fare - kids n' cosmo n' numerous curious-fucks - slide show n' half-hearted heckling (i should try harder ) - the evening wore on n' geoff left to Defend his Castle (flush w/ glory after getting hisself a new-gem that day) - Many Beers - the bridge well after midnight, brush and brambles at my half-shod heels - passed out hard near 2 a.m., my sleepign bag for a pillow yet somehow i was well within it by sunrise sunday half-bright and broody - the auold-folks awake - a quick exit even as the weasels wiggle in - out to beaocn for a days-gone-by lap - jibber-jabber w/ jihad-joe as i suck down a pre-noon pabst - the Long Highway home - hashbrowns - helluva time to take a nap

wow, what a bible but you left out the most important item in your drug section! no pictures of the tremendous piss-flowers at 17k after storms? my favorite memory

bday party for mike's boy w/ the kidz this afternoon, then out to the bacon-wand for a bit, then the party at dave's i reckon i prefer to do jensens when i can wear long pants comfortably - goddamn oak just at the trail

peregrines = george w bushes of beacon?

"...a 5/16" Lost Arrow up to its eye in a horizontal granite crack certainly is a fine thing. It only came out when the rock under it started to break up and held over 31kN. In the direct pull tests it was doing well at 19kN when the crack failed totally and certainly would have been much better in if the rock had been stronger."