ivan

if'n you got a jet-pack, wtf you climbing for?

sheeeeit, i'd take this as my 40th bday present!

hmmm...pretty certain stifler's ma sucked more (or is it less?)

war is.....something?

a great route to solo, actually, though maybe not if you've never been to that side of the mountain or done something similar - luetholds is a really straightforward and common solo, and lord-know half the folks who've set out to climb it have done the reid accidentally instead

the road to cloud cap is closed from late fall to late june/early july - the hike up the tilly jane trail from down low doesn't take too long in good conditions though (say 3 hours or so) and it's a real nice weekend to hike up to the stone shelter or higher up the cooper spur, camp, then summit n' walk-off the following day

1/26/14 my how old age axes all i dreamt in winter white while youth went astray timberline at dawn quiet soft crunch of crampons a hill without end blood red crescent moon our friends as quick die away life so short like rain summit before noon bad icy beer breakfast there down we rage in glee

possibly the kewlest mountain here in the never(not)-wet

sweeet day - crampons on hardly out of hte parkign lot - first time i climbed der mighty hoodwand in my summer fruit-boots

tilly jane trail on mt hood would be mind-blowing for you i bet, much better than hanging out w/ the hordes on the s side - once above treeline, go where the spirit moves you (as high as you feel comfortable on the cooper spur would be the best bet)

no beacon? index the best if you have yosemite dreams...

1/24 - day 4 - truly, a january hat-trick, such a stretch of weather so close to our tragic shut-down i can't recollect - warp 5 winds at cape horn, helm's a lee and shuddering at the next road-cut, truly wing n' a prayer conditions on the drive-in kenny's ride in the lot, i crawl into my war-kit n' cast off, scudding down the trail w/ my top-masts unfurled, screeching down the thing before my tits freeze off - race up the corner in the hurricane wind, my hands down my pants every half-pitch, hand-job from a stranger it feels in the forceful breeze - my breath grabbed from my lungs before i can suck it in, panting beers n' butts down by the boat-launch, fuckers passed out in the sweat-lodge again, rocked by the endless gales gusting over from the island - plans to make plans w/ adam n' kenny n' geoff for the what-have-you on hood soon hereafter can this mad season manage to continue?

for falcons to fornicate without fear of molestation i imagine

you might start w/ a winter ascent on a more accessible volcano like hood as it's closure in height to adams. navigation, avy conditions n' winter camping are the primary skills.

1/22 - day 3 - lap 2 of the new year - beacon all alone, nary a soul on the south side - solid grey gloom all day in camas but sunbreaks and inspirations on the drive in, cooled by camels n' a can of rolling rock - cold but much less wind than yesterday, the ranger flag barely flapping - an uneventful ascent n' an easy ramble on down, discoursing w/ a few tourists n' sopping up the views of the dappled river n' dim, setting sun

certainly is what poor ball clubs need to do if they want a pennant

meh, ya have to be a member of the petite-bourgoise to afford a damned professional sporting ticket anyhow

ain't saying i disagree by the way, just that it's hard to know what i'd be w/ you on

(at some (point) a (man) can (go too deep} into (parenthetical thought)!)

so goddamn cold n' windy today i couldn't hardly pause long enough to sort out what placement betrayed ya, kev - was it a cam that pried two blocks apart or a nut that pulled through? and doood, you know pink - you say my english is unassailable, how about his pics? what does the above technicolor-jeebus gauntlet tell us?

1/21/14 - day 2 - my first solo lap of 2014 and the first maybe for me ever in the month dedicated to that dolorous diety, janus, the god of fortune n' gaudy expectations for the gaunt future - exam week for these ersatz earthlings, they don't seem to deem it of much import - quaint conversations with a curious few in my office hours, some felicitous graduates even stopped on by, delaying me w/o thought as the daylight ticked away and we dispensed w/ the troubled history of the Temple Mount a savage head-wind on the drive in - not warp 9 mind you, but we've definitely made the jump to light-speed - the big bulk of the durango barely making head-way it seemed - the lot w/ two rides of climbers, and good-ole kenny one of them - i froze as i fumbled into my high-tech war-gear and spritned down the trail, croc-shod, just to stay warm - trees down all over the place - folks bailing down young warriors - kenny n' arent just casting off up the corner, all glistening dry n' clambery after last week's sodden adventure climb 50 feet to a stance - thrust fingers against my bare belly to bring back the feeling, then 50 feet more - blasted through the distance w/ dispatch, eschewing uprising n' opting for the longer exit - both peregrines flapping n' screeching n' flyign off as i surprised them at the top by the pin, me deep under 3 layers of hat, head down and figuring what's the worst case scenario should they dive-bomb me? happy, happy day - 1 month of winter dispensed with and more sun for a good long pull still predicted - half the school year done with and we head for the long downhill that bowls us merrily out into summer in the Big Ditch n' anything else mis amigos can propose for diversion

wise sir do not grieve it is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning 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

the whole park is slowly falling apart - did you notice the huge tree that's now half-down n' poised like a sword of damocles just a few feet from the parking lot on the apporach trail?

your piece was on the snag ledge traverse? near the cut tree near the anchor for the 2nd pitch belay? all that rock is loose, pretty much only the tree seems reliable. i know some girl fell round there 2 summers ago and got banged up real bad. good to here maggie's alright is the rock good n' dry now?