ivan

inspector closeau woulda been far less interesting w/o chief inspector dreyfus though!

like porn w/o cumshots, eh?

was thinking about that on the drive back - couldn't think of a way to make the deadhorse worse but to slowly fill it up w/ cloud filth

the wikipedia entry on memorial day suggests a pre-War of Northern Aggression origin

Trip: Tieton - An Autopsy of Awful Wedder Date: 5/25/2013 Trip Report: devil dylan, you hateful troglodyte, how is it that i can never quite grok the gist of your message until i too have tholed it? "i started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff my friends said they'd all stand behind me when the game got rough but the joke's on me there was nobody there to even bluff i'm going back to new york city i do believe i've had enuff!" 4 day weekend, plan set a long time since for north cascade glory - forecasts gone fucking sideways as the days appeared, we tried to suss out some sorta save - tieton, eh? sure, what da phuck, never done darkened that crag, might as well ruin my good name there too drunken packing after a long week, take this, fuck that - pissed n' passed out but roused for a road-rage at dawn - the Proud Highway to the East, a grand gallop at battle speed through the gorge, a fortuitous tailwind forcing me o'er hill and dale as i screeched out janis joplin songs (revised: "oh lord, won't you by me a flat screen tv? honey boo-boo is trying to find me - i wait for delivery each day until three, so oh lord, won't you buy me a flat-screen tv?") - hood river, the dalles, burgundy for breakfast - cut rate oregon cancer stcks simultaneous rendezvous w/ our man-from-seattledam - up a trail riddled w/ rattlers, their tails baby's toys yet to be - a goodly concentration of climbers to set the scene - crackman for fuck's sake and his whole camas crew didn't know it was international take-your-hot-girlfriend to the crag day, but dog-bless whoever instituted it back when blondies walked the earth - i know kevbone's just trolling for photos, so this one's for you boy-o yes kev, they did look like that - all half baker's goddamn dozen of them - and they could all climb 5.10 too wine by the box, butts by the pack - gut laughs - gesticulations - the jam exam, which i musta scored a D on (but hey, a D's just a B that took his belt off!) camping up the oak creek road - crowds - pressing on - switchbacks and mud - supply run to naches - indian relations - olympia comes in orange now i see, and tastes brighter for it - the orb setting, luna rising - a glorious goddamn bonfire - the national tragedy of lara croft's bosums discarded into a common dumpster discussed of - the mystery of night dispensed with and i pass over to the other side in a baby-puddle by the roadside rain in the half-gray of dawn, i grovel into the driver's seat to sprawl, hazy and wizened as the storm grows and i get ever so much less joyful what to do once the day was full upon us? we wander into naches to find a gazebo and have a fry-up - white devil! spam and brown sugar - camels and cans of american beer - michner's space - colonel clagett killed, so uncalled for - "professor liebowitz keep'em dreaming down there" - friendly cat, froward dog the sun breaks out, we gallomp on back to the crag and gear up - climb up the hill even as the clouds roll back in - it's pouring as we rack up - i retreat to the bushes and my beer and pat says why bother and rambles on back to the automovat "the sun ain't yellow, he's chicken" we settle for an afternoon hike up the elk preserve, soaked to the tits - cliffs n' swallows nests - herbivore hoof-prints in all directions - 3 million square feet of manure, a most manly calculation another night, as the weather breaks again - no rain - a raging fire of wine-boxes n' damp wood - pat off to lala-land 'fore too long and i finish my book, crammed into the cab of an econo-asian cumstain awake early to a gunmetal sky - grits and a greasy shit - mother nature tended too - literally as we roll out in reverse down the retard track we'd rambled up the rain returns and we curse and cuss and wonder whatdafuck?!? a couple hours in the lot - total loss of all reason for life, the last smoke smolders out - gear sorted and we Make the Call, fuck this memorial day! we part and pass into dreams - me rambling three hours through incessant torrents, the desert soon made lovely by the sins of today - dylan screeching, screeching, screeching...

at the least, i suspect target has been able to sell some folks a few new pairs of underwear my question: did the truck that struck the upper-supports escape, and if so, why?

i smoked a joint w/ this far-out guy in talkeetna once - he had a cool dog and i was crazy drunk, hepped up from the glory of a month on denali - my buddy comes over - "dude, that's jim bridwell you were hanging out with!" - "oh, yeaaaaaah - well....uh...who's he?"

meh. a teenage girl asked me this week who The Doors were (a shame really, i'm sure jim woulda really liked to show her) "let he who can achieve glory before death when a warrior is gone, that will his best and only bulwark"

adventure!

the state has hardly managed to pay its teachers the past 5 years and has more on less totally given up on its parks, hardly a surprise...

if the river below it was only fluoridated...

so...the darrington approach to the n cascades is currently recommended?

arnold smokes weed and bangs homely house-keepers as well, fairly libturd behavior, right?

welcome aboard, and remember, its common custom now, upon arriving, to send the finest bottle of scotch you can afford to cc.retard's top tr-writer

I think his secret might be aiders more like this sweet baby

good jorb all

Did they find the Creedence? if not, do they have any leads?

i'm gonna climb like shit no matter the fit, so might as well be comfortable

naw, that sounds like the normal climber's checkin cave at t-line - the recent addition of the camera has kinda altered the chill factor though

a decade ago i found a very cool vertical tube-like cave left of the n face runnels - havne't seen it since, but it was really cool, complete w/ a diamond chandalier at the top

and the results are....... "YES WE CAN'T! YES WE CAN'T! YES WE CAN'T!"

yup, if only you could get all those goddamn conservatives out of portland, they'd have had flouride years ago!

keep portland retard! anyhow, 'bone, ain't ye living in vantucky anyhow, watcha care what them city-boys are guzzling across the columbia?

i'm really hoping my emergency plan of filtering 90 galloons of fish-tank water never has to be set in motion the silver lining though of course will be filleting the 2 monster pacus currently residing in it

ivan loved big brother.