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kenny led it, and yes, it goes easy clean now (though there's a shitty reach between 2 bolts at the start of the traverse) - or are you missing hte fact that we only climbed bubbas and bailed when i chopped the rope?

no clue - beaconben says he's done that jug a buncha time w/o incident - i checked the edge and bowsed the ropes down tight overnight so they wouldn't flap around - it could just be that, weighing 240 lbs buck-naked-rawk'n-w/-ma-cock-out, that i'm just too fawking heavy - next time i'll just ducktape the holy hell out of it - there's really no edge though, and the initial abrasion on the kermantle was about 2 inches long

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Trip: Smiffistani Rawks - PickMyNoseFirLunchWall Date: 11/14/2009 Trip Report: 3 weeks of woe and unwellness amongst the clan - time to climb firfuksakes at last - big ben was to come W/ for a soiree up the picnic lunch wall but he done used up all his kitchen passes - big hearted like he is, at least he let me borrow his sawed angles so me n' little cam kenny could have a wack at it torrential rain and sleet on the pdx escape creep - frosty skull hollow sans fire - but a great golden sunrise, calm and clear - promising portents the upper 3 pitches weren't really ready for my young padwan, so i thought he should have his way w/ bubbas b4 having to sit around watching my dumb ass all afternoon gotta luv the plw - if ya squint yer eyes it almost looks kinda valley-ish took some yelling at him in heathen tongues, but soon i bent ole'ken to the necessity of the shortfix and i joined him as he started towards the traverse of p2 cool pitch - nice and airy - the sun set on me at the belay almost immediately though and i alternated between chain-smoking, swigging boiling hot cider n' hollering every johnny cash song i could think up to stay warm kenny finishing up - he had a fun moment when the cord on his adjustable fifi parted, dumping him a couple feet below his aiders it was too late to keep going once kenny reached the promised land - no worries, i'd figured we could just fix the first 2 pitches and finish it up sunday - left all the bullshit up there and checked the edge to make certain i didn't repeat the near-death experience i had on the monkey earlier this year - it was a smooth edge and no angle, so hey, it's gotta be good - still, i figured i had 2 ropes, so threw them both down so i'd have an oh-shit line in case jesus-hated me on the jug another cold night, but plenty of shitty wine and smokes more than made up for that, plus a gut full of ramen and pizza-bread sunday morning dawned dismal - thick clouds, cold and windy - sitting in the p-lot, shit felt dodgy - ah well, let's get to it crazy cool jug this one is - 50 meters of jugging, starting 50 feet away from the wall, dangling like a dooly-bug the whole way - half way up i began to feel The Fear - gently rotating, bouncing up n' down with each stroke, and getting blown through several degrees of arc in the stiff breeze, i felt a strange twinging in rope - holy jesus i hope all is well up there - how the hell am i still cold when i'm working this hard? a few yards out from the anchor i saw it - holy shit, again?! godammit! it's not like there was any exposure or anything so, my confidence was pretty well fawked - i didn't need the fucked up rope of course, since we had another, but kenny was understably hesitant to repeat an excercise that came plenty close to greasing me - i felt like an asshole trying to drag him up there only to freeze too in the wind while i had my fun - fuck it - back to the bottom we spent awhile at the watchign catching our breaths so to speak, losing motivation - in the end i just decided to lead bubba meself again and head on back home to hang w/ the little people - kenny kleaned dude, can The Dude die? hey, at least it wasn't another fucking beacon report, eh?

i can't believe you never bought weed 'roudn there g-dawg she might like right gull out at beacon rock, it's chimesque in parts hey, how about the alpinejagger on crown point - scott got his wife up it the other day!

um, it might be best if that little hombre had his trousers trimmed asap to prevent the further slurrification of the earth sphere

if i can unlazy meself i got some good video of a buncha base-types hurling off the picnic wall this past saturday - it must be legal in the park i reckon?

i hope yer recycling all that or yer gonna make the indians

is that lincoln as the suicide bomber?

FW, spare me the agony of reading all this - which of the options below are you going w/? A) the earth is not getting warmer B) the earth is warming, it's just not the fault of mankind

the "we're not making the world hotter" folk remind me distinctly of amity's mayor in "jaws"

i was climbing on the plw wall y-day and 2day - a ton of traffic y-day including 3,000,000 kids, so who knows? saw ya'll up there on the wall 2day - fun route - i think i enjoy watching folks climb it more than climbing it meself

isn't impeachment, like, for high crimes n' misdemeanors n' whatnot? what's illegal about this? as for the, holy-shit, we can't keep the american public safe if we have a trial - is this really the first trial in human history of a terrorist? i can't imagine there'll be that many guards snoozing 'roudn the courthouse

if you're a veteran you'd probably do best not to be reading anything on this site

kenny n' justin gang-banged winter delight (or is spring fever, damn gook routes all sound the same?) i solo humped wrong gull, but not the upper pitch - if i had been less hungover maybe i woulda got outta bed 'fore 9? rained till noon or so, but nice afternoon - the corner is a aquaduct currently

don't you have homework to be doing, fw?

'cuz all us bacon-boys 'r known for being such fine upstanding n' wealthy citizens, right john?

wrong n word

so pretty much ivan got his own forum... i am a village pete's just pissed 'cuz his emunclaw forum-baby keeps getting shot down

i've done that trip before you're lucky you didn't try throwing kentucky into the mix - almost got meself shot by a zealous security guard there - fucking coal miners! interesting piece of trivia - anyone know the previous name for pennsylvania's highpt (black mtn) 'fore someone thought maybe it wasn't so PC?

do any of these go clean or do I need a hammer? LCK turned me on to spring fever. Thinking thats next on my list they all go clean and they all reach grassy ledges in 2 proud pitches and will likely take you the whole day this time of year - you'll want hooks and brassies and very small cams (black aliens/00 metollius plus blue aliens/0 metollius) - if you do spring fever you might as well continue up bluebird

i liked baseball 'cuz there were few rules - basketball, by comparison, pissed me 'cuz it was rare the game i didn't foul out by the 3rd quarter i usually was playing baseball in the south or on an army base, so it was usually only half-honkey

what'eva, oh-uber-jaded one as a kid, baeball was my favorite sport to play - simple as that - i liked throwing a ball as far as i could, i liked smacking the shit out of something w/ a giant bat, i liked catching a ball that had flown 300 feet through the air by the time i got to it, i liked the mano-y-mano gladiatorial thing about facing off a guy just a few feet away hurling a rock at me skull and having to have the balls to not bail out everytime he let it go i'm w/ you on the watching of sports on t.v. though - i don't watch any sports anymore, w/ the occassional exception at a party or something - climbing is my new favorite sport, and i've always preferred getting laid to watching porn