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9/17 - day 37 - 151st anniversary of the worst day in american history, why not court my own bold disaster? work done at 3, i walked to the parking lot, licked my fore-finger n' thrust it up into the air to measure the mendacious breeze - the augors were awe-fucked - purple piss in every direction, but maybe, just maybe, i could squeeze in a lap? wife n' kids not home until 6 at any rate, i had no reason not too, and figured a hike up the trail or even just a book-worm sesh in the red-devil would suffice to chase away the inevitable tuesday-blues, should i arrive to find it all a'cock-billed i've long held you can climb a hundred days at beacon and each day have a new distraction - this day it was a curious chem-trail on the 1st pitch - like the shimmery trail of a slug in morning, but strait up and down the full height to snag-ledge, and harder and cruncher than any slug-juice i've seen before - that and the merry martial site of what certainly appeared to be two apache attack helicopters making the dance of death up and down the gorge surprised to find the first lap of the day so dry after all this grim grayness of late, i figured on a second when i reached the trail only for the heavens to open and the rain to fall eagerly on this fell-earth - back at the car i had a leisurely 40 minutes fumbling through rick atkinson's robust apogee of awesomeness, the guns at last light - the rain raged on the rooftop as i made my own private anabasis, ambling through the penultimate tale of a near-dead generation - then it cleared and the mist moved off - a second lap then and all for the better - the lead out the pencil, i pushed off for home and hearth and the Promise of a Better Tomorrow 13/30 laps for the year now

i had a postive experience w/ a climbing ranger once. once.

yeah, more kops in the hillz!!!!

pts for future community service sentences

east ledges certainly aren't bad, but do require care, as you say - mostly i suspect people feel more comfortable w/ the devil they know and figure the way they came up wasn't so bad - i've come down both ways, and only managed to mangle meself on the east option

was it a cc.com poster?

i've never understood why it doesn't get the same amount of traffic as blownout it's a shame flying swallow's last 2 pitches aren't at ground level too, as they're spectacular, but i never seen anybody on them

plenty of nice folk out there, and while i typify the mediocrity mentioned above, there ARE some extremely strong folks getting off the beaten path too i, for one, like to see folks ('specially when they're not butt-ugly old guys) making their first trip to the bacon-wand and having fun on a classic route ('specially when they leave booty behind ) if you liked young warriors, come back and give jill's thrill or right gull a whirl.

i think kenny's capital crime here was the lack of emoticons knowing that old boy, he was just having a friendly laugh - afterall, that muthafucka lost more cams out at beacon than anybody and for a guy's who done the corner a gazillion times, he could probably place a good bit less gear too

Every Smash and Grab team is supported by a command center in Langley VA and an 'Eagle Eye' style soundtrack.

Fake Ivan here = Looking at this a bit closer I'll probably pick up a Fish deluze pre holes. 25 haul days is over a hundred hauls, and I hope that's conservative. Plus, Ivan's bag's gotta blow one of these days. Anyone offering special pat pricing on a set of C4s?

9/14 - day 36 - awoke hungover n' horrid 'round 6 on the couch - straggled upstairs for a sad attempt at a few extra hours of snoozing - appropriate to be horror-struck n' hairy-tongued for climbing a route called wild turkeys, wutcha say? wild-turkeys w/ geoff - wondrous times, woe-struck by heat, tongue thick w/ wine-slick - hairy recollections of halcyon dayz - me the first, him the last - small cams, tiny nutz, off-sets n' hammering aplenty on kniveblades n' soft euro-trash - the smiths n' tom waits wailing in endless loops on the what-have-you - jim at the base - philosophies n' philanderous frippery -burgundy n' beer n' bullshit'n - lounging along the new-laid sou'east co'ner - the way bent back to the beginning n' pat all pulled up n' waiting - booze n' bereavement n' bitzes soon returning "The world don't care what a sailor does in town It's all hanging in the windows by the pound"

beta.

sorry, can't be an official olympics high traverse tr w/o a picture of a bear looks a gentle n' glorious gambol

all them horses can't hoof in some permanent bear-proof cache boxes like in yosemite to be put at trail junctions?

super-fun thread brah

i got yelled at by a goddamn octagenerian at zero-dark-thirty, hung-over as hell - something about bivying 5 foot from the privy?

shame...there you'll be "just another freak in the freak-kingdom" sure is a mecca for peddlers though.

9/12 - #35 - a jibber-jabber up cruis'n/middle-aged warriors w/ miker in the wind and dying desert heat - prizes in the fenceposts - what a wonderful world?

fixed rope to the base of it at the moment, should anyone wish to throw their hat in the range - looking forward to having my first (old skewl) try at it this weekend - looks like good pro to start, but a hammer sure seems a phat-boy's friend further along i liked his solo corner style last weekend - shirt off in the parking lot and sprinting down the trail - damn sure way to ruin your beer...

why do the carbon units infest cc.com? barney the space ranger oughta be by anyday to cite us for littering Boss's interstellar medium

there are few rules in this fucking world, not touching another man's sacred tobacco being one of them... can't believe you goddamn bastards couldn't bring me along. shit woulda been d-i-f-f-e-r-e-n-t.

dunno 'bout willie, but his beef-eat'n wife is center stage

9/11 - day #34 - somber day as always this time of year, though interesting - the first crop of seniors i've had none of whom could remember the happenings of but 12 years ago - mismangled comms w/ the powderhound, him sitting out at the parking lot, soaking up the intense sols, me hanging round camas waiting for the call meet old boy at the base and a solo lap we had, 11/31 so far with summer surging and a successful completion all but assured roped round on free4all soon thereafter - the biggest surprise on the rap - goddamn 8.9 mm rope, w/ 260 lbs of bubble-gum attached to it on an overhanging rappel, results in massive laser-burns through the palm unless you add some biners or wear gloves woven w/ space-shuttle-tile style wonder-fabric

self-propelled adventure