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damn, i'm a genius - already doing most of those out here in my humble trailer!

moses mighta wandered though the goddamn desert fir 40 years, but, in the end, he brought the people on home! good jorb there old boy and excellent timing, my last day of work before summer starts - you gotta any sorta idea for a celebration? ain't seen ye in a mort'a years.

interesting blend of hobbies, harder to manage in the flatlands where they're ain't no cliffs to nudge the sheep towards

somebody explain in small words and slowly - seems i've stopped innumerable falls over the years w/ a variety of devices, sometimes sudden falls where i'm paying close attentions, sometimes not, pretty much always in the "palm up" position as whoever mentioned, and all w/o incident - why did the lot of us all avoid death? and gri's must always have a brake hand? i use it for rope-soloing and took dozens of falls w/o incident either.

5/20 - number 19 - after strong storms sunday, all is clear and bright and dryish and balmy - a billion boaters sucking up the salmon on the main channel, no doubt the source of the strong salmon stank in the bathroom - the n side in groovy, groovy conditions - peregrines pirouetting n' screeching piss off despite their confusion on which side exactly they have for their private privations - summer's breathe subsuming all

holy shit, after many years of thinking about it, mayhap st peters dome?

maybe yer just not listening to enough REM? [video:youtube]

if mountains were man, most climbers would be ghey for wanting to mount them

mountains are cold - distant - unloving - best features are their large conical shapes - quick to kill any man who takes them for granted... dunno...too hard to tell

very fun to do as a big loop too, up the sunshine then back down the spur - did it in 100+ conditions in june years ago and recall it was verticalish slush-swimming on the way back down

now that's just showing off

this is why i only do body belays these days

nodder

half the beavers in the bush have tuberculosis, the other half are al queda operatives - only fuck the ones that cough

ding!

5/15-6 - days 17-18 - awful bickering w/ vicious bastards across an itty-bitty table followed by lunar ambulations followed by a day of drooling, dumb-founded by dipshits, done at last with a pleasant stroll up a sunny trail into the soothing sky

i put an ice-axe through my forehead the night before my first life insurance adjuster showed up for the physical to ask about my some-odd fresh stitches the SECOND company didn't have a problem w/ me though

wherever da wedder's good!

good job, north - at least it wasn't two tragedies. one was more than enough

if i had a dollar for every time i intentionally tracked up some yuppies ski-line i could retire today and spend the rest of my life swimming laps in an olympic sized pool of dom perignon

for every one of us living in this world means waiting for our end let he who can achieve glory before death when a warrior is gone that will be his best and only bulwark

indeed - woulda been the icelandic equivalent of running into fred beckey in alaska

i mean the last major coverage of a hood fatality on the n side of the mountain also involved a guy from new jersey - the highest traffic event in cc.com history, as i recall.

5/14 - day sixteen - hell of an evening for a hike, the lot stale and empty near dusk - a bitter day of bickering w/ the man and waging holy jihad on behalf of my perplexed polity - all is fair in love n' hate, no?

saw yer ride there yday kenny, just figured there was nothing worth stealing