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zion is the best damned thing to beat the winter blues... ...course, if ya could get real beer there it'd be ever-so-slightly-more-awesomer

3/16 - 9th day - a sunday stolt - sad rain predicted, but not so grim it ended - geoff at camas right at the crack of nine, me awoke on the couch, gob-smacked, not a few minutes before - reborn in beer stench and debasement went adventurneering - hiking up to the top, then scrambled down to big trees n' fixed a big long rope to a tree, rapped down, conquered n' crooned, then jugged back up - fun times - the big old log sent down 2 falls ago found all bound-up tight to a tree anchor - mental lines drone over dreary block-land later did some adventure rapping down the west side, then clambered back up the alpine route to 3-tree ledge, finishing w/ a funky-sad rap for geoff back down to the ground

shit, if'n you're puking, you gotta be having fun!

nice thing about climbing on a cliff in koe-ree-uh is you can be pretty sure there ain't no land-mines on it might be shitty rock, but at least you appear to have beat the crowds at that other joint you did a tr for?

i do the local thang too - i'm a high-powered back-room local union guy, cigars n' broads - the whole bit it's the state that controls the COLA funding though...

kee-rist, wayne, been lobbying off n' on 4 fucking years and, as of this morning ('n for the 6th time in as many years) ain't got a goddamn COLA to show for it suppose its appropriate though, i'm about as accomplished in this hobby as in the main one - maybe if i got your help though, you got the same mad-skills transfer?

gerunds, dude.

drinking smoking joking swearing chasing chickens digging in the dirt throwing heavy objects at slow children if i lived in the tropics i suspect i'd spend most my time in the ocean and have an apoplectic stroke by the time i was...well...as old as i am already

but...but...but...but...but... don't i have a reputation as a sweet-heart though? never been banninated. never got geniunely angry at a soul in these parts, be it an old-timer or a newb (at least that i recall). never insisted someone share my politics or threatend them if they didnt'. my english is both coarse and grand, true, like wiping your ass w/ raw silk, so the poet said, but i've never used it in the flaming sense, merely to make more melodious the tedium that is this time slowly ticking away... just trying to push back ever so slightly on the whole "everybody's a jerk around here" idea that seems to be so universally expounded and accepted - i'll take my ball n' stay out of the thread for the rest of the day, i swear on tvash's life hugs n' kisses, people, hugs n' kisses

meh. since dinosaurs walked the earth climbers have been typified by their rough-neck demeanours n' earthy attitudes - it's a sport for grumps n' grand personalities! i can't imagine warren harding or lionel terray or george mallory being so timid as to wax enthusiastic on a fellow's trip out of fear so total strange would call them a doo-doo-head over it. it's been a looooong time since cap'n'caveman had carte-blanche to be a bastard 'rooooound here

i've proven too dumb n' angry to evolve

Mighty Bog and the Magic 8-Ball

"trust in allah, but tether your camel"

recently read a most delightful history of statistics, writ by that rarest of things, a mathematician w/ a sly wit - "the drunkard's walk" - basic thesis: the human-popsicle is poorly wired to intuit probability - the "monty-hall problem" his prime example

i can think of a great many members of the "insiders club" who are relentlessly positive and welcoming to outsiders - i also think the past few years the rule of not pissing all over a tr has been well enforced

perhaps we need a "freak power foundation grant" for discordant dyspeptic dipshits like meself? this whole "i have a job" thing sure puts a crimp in my wanderings n' crusades and X2 on the outside the cascades thing - i like the local stuff as the bedrock that made me move here, but for special trips you'll always gotta wander further appeal - holy shit, never would have thought jordan or morocco or quite a # of other places folks have done tr's for could look so titilating

hmmm...countries that fair well on equality measures mostly seem to have universal healthcare and public options...strange

sheeit, heated b-room floor transforms the experience entirely - hardly a hardship thataways, more like a anorexic teen's wet-dream i ain't ordered a southwest chicken sandwich from subway since my last memorable public food fuckup....

pre-cooked weight i reckon. came home from work one night. had a beer. stomach felt kinda funky. still, was hungry, so figured what the hell? a whole pack a bacon oughta set it to rights i don't remember the date exactly, but i could figure it out easy enough. i'd just gotten a national geographic in the mail that day - the cover had a huge great white coming out of the water, face-first, jaws wide open. i set it atop the porcelain god for later reference and soon find meself looking down that fucker's huge gullet each time i was emptying mine - a wonderful mental connection that will last until the alzheimeric fugue descends upon me that no doubt i'll have deserved as well

nothing like a 24 hr bout of food poisoning after eating 16 oz's of bacon to demonstrate just how many nooks n' crannies exist in ones stomach

what he said - much more pleasant experience not to haul up all the extra weight - bring a 2nd tool and you'll feel like a hero both going up and down

mighty Bog seems to have changed his mind right quick n' let me out of the penalty box, so maybe i'm not so nasty afterall - woke up sans fever this morning, frolicked into work, and looks like it'll be grand weather for a (slow) walk around the lake this afternoon it's also just possible the miracle of modern medicine is doing it's thing

lemme guess, you're a bigger fan of the first book, which, unlike the newer one, ain't so much preachy talking as the good'ole in-out, in-out n' drinking hebrew-vino n' tow-choking people on the head?

...and a vindictive one at that - no sooner do i cut back from scratching my balls all day to just half the day and i get the roaring flu i know such lovely things fluetry claws in the shapes of half-circles, faces in the moon tick-tock-tick-tock...

holy-sheeit muslims, the tea-partiers DIDN'T shoot n' eat ole'sam!