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i blame thomas jefferson. he never would have grabbed somebody by the pussy without asking. oh wait...

you're welcome, america now don't forget to clean your plate - the whole thing.

now 'dat ain't fawk'n around

11/7 - day 41 - lap 22 'twas trumpageddon eve n' all through the gorge the big breeze was blow'n n' i wanted a whore the waves were whipping down the dock-side so bare n' the tourons were missing n' nobody cared the trail was all muddy and the rock a tad damp but what did it matter, the country's in love w/ a tramp? i started a lap, wondering what did it matter should i slip on the slab and hit bottom w/ a splatter? the ride back home i'm sure it was oh-so right this world all on twitter n' on the edge of a knife but the sun will keep rising, that's what they say, and the flowers still bloom n' the queers will be ghey

jeebus-christ-on-a-cracker, it's a whole rainbow o' nerdz sadly, smiff's a bit far for an after work scramble...

11/4 - day 4 X 10 - lap BLACKJACK! been a dark and damp and drizzly november in yer friend n' narrator's humble soul - diagnosis of spinal arthritis accounting for the complete and total disintegration of my ability to be an ambulatory human-bean these past many moons it will all pass by n' by, though why i must wait 4 weeks more for some fellow to burrow a hole into my spine n' squirt some happy juice in i can't say - i guess we all must suffer if we are to make our merry way a solid month of shit sailing out the sky - never a thought of beacon i say - and now daylight savings here and so now after school there ain't gonna be no fuk'n way sarge, no fuk'n way damp on the rock for sure, but good enough - been feeling 20 years older most days, this one just 17 n' 1/2 a cool, clammy ascent - the soft crumble of rocks on the track, the slow steady hum from the buzz in my back - a sealion on the columbia dealing some fishey's lament denver dan is gonna die!

looks the trip of a lifetime - estimated price tag?

come up the other side, call it "dian fossey's dirty back door?"

dunno, but the cubs won handily tonight

the national league winning the world series has been a leading predictor of a democratic victory in that years presidential election for a hundred years now so....go cubs!

awwww, why can't dian fossey get added into the memorial? congrats on adding to an already amazing mountain

10/22 - the 14th step of rehab... sigh...it's gonna take a biiiiit longer... nuttin but rain n' wind n' miserable fall for weeks it seems - the tiniest of windows seemed to open this weekend so we 3 high-falutin-founders made a go of it, driving north in the growing dark pouring snow a bit shy of the cabin, some of us at least were white-knuckled indeed on the final turn up on the blasted alpine top, the Big Ride straight down the mountain side if we slipped off lovely night - a roaring fire of course - beers - music - the full fury of winter-come-too-soon raging against the glass and livelying up the occasional piss 6 a.m. came too soon, despite the fact that we slept through the alarm and didn't rally until 7 the storm had dispersed in the night, and it was an austere scene we rolled out into, the 3 volcanoes burning bright white, the air frozen n' damp the plan was to force the way - come in from the top, burn the ships, cortez-style, and commit to a complete ascent - didn't quite work out that way... we did indeed manage to make the steep descent, only the 2nd time for me and i remembered it right - less than an hour of 50 degree elk trails n' moss-surfing to the base, me armed w/ a snapped-off sunflower stalk the subsequent ascent didn't work out quite so well - somehow not starting up the rock until 1030 - bill bounded up p1 in only 25 minutes, but then bailed half-way up p2 - i took over and finished it, then short-fixed up p3, which just seemed to drag and drag - the cliff dripped n' dripped and i became increasingly an Unbelieber in the Cause as my hands chapped and one of my adjustable daisies buckle blew out - by the top of 3 it seemed unlikely we'd make the top shy of 3 a.m., but we pressed on over to the top 4 anyhow, but then bailed back down soon thereafter as The Suck became too totally apparent to ignore bill clawed us way back up the miserable hillside to fetch the automovat as we pressed upwards, and, after bailing, we remade his acquaintance down below on the forest road, having hauled all his stuff down between us, me high as georgia-pine n' hollering every willie nelson tune i could recall another pleasant evening, my hip fully malfunctioning and hardly capable of hobbling to the crapper, bill as crampy and age-encrusted as ever, and even young geoff making mousy noises on occasion a bigger breeze by far that night, the rafters shaking n' threatening to go soaring - some bastards stole half geoff's beers from the lodge, but they left everything else so i guess we can't complain too much so....in the end, i reckon the plan for a first ascent's gonna require a longer spring/summer day and/or a day of pre-fixing to the top of 3 perhaps...a reason to hie through the horrid hibernal season though, no? bucolic sunrise, day 1 bill on p2 me on p3 - fuck this thing is too long... moody morning #2 snow all melt after a super breezy evening

gawdamn, that looks like some good fashioned fun

pictures or it didn't happen

10/12 - day 39 - today marks the 15,340 n' a half day this wicked world's been winging round the sun w/ me hanging on like hell n' hollering something awful - ain't so sure i got another 15,000 left in the tank, so reckon i gotta make the back half take it's time heavy gray sky, the weekend storm waxes large on the western horizon - my second ascent w/ the jovial jared - we bump into ole'bill n' ujohn along the way n' have a bit of a bark-bark at the cloud-shrouded moon n' then move along, me fucking it all up leading all uprising w/o stopping w/o a single draw home in time for a fine birthday dinner - the wife made my favorite, schnitzel n' suds

10/11 - day 38 - lap 20 - a week of solid, shitty fall weather followed by a brief window of what-have-you - glad i didn't go out y-day as it was wet enough today i'm sure it woulda been a waste a big wind on our woe-wracked rock this here-after, but wierdly it was chockablock w/ white fellers - 'topher twerk'n it on the eternal route off snag ledge that a boatload a'fellers have wandered up only to wander back down - maybe he found the final way through the choss? folks on jills and rapping down wrong gull. a sight i never saw while noodling n' drinking n' thinking atop hidden treats, an old boy rapping down climbers of the far left end of grassy ledges, having just rapped into big ledge, rope-soled the original finishing pitches of dods, then traversed back down to me. he seemed to be newish to beatard-land, but clearly had his feet solidly under'em. fall's here i fear, and to stay too - guess we'll have to make our peace w/ it....

stress sorts out the suckers

i'd criticize you bastards for having a serious conversation in spray, but it's kinda nice just to see anybody here anymore...

it's a little weird having to go through a drive through to get a beer

i asked my magic 8-ball and it said i should ask again later - you might want to give it a shake http://www.indra.com/8ball/front.html

i wish - dude, the Man keeps kicking up the price of me dear burgundy

WWNSS - what would ned stark say?

jeebus, what're the ethics on that there live human experiment? gotta be some pilsner urquell down in there somewhere...

as always, steller