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you forgot: - you can walk around naked all the time and not have to hear people scream about your grey, wrinkled, flacid pretuberances

no, we were also solo-aiding the extremely funky, yet still c0, lines first to fix the ropes - the jugging was just for general fun and conditioning - at any rate, we were just looking for a pleasant (and dry) way to enjoy the outdoors on a very rainy day.

leave the snowshoes at home - or, worse case, throw'em in the car and carry them as far as the top of the palmer and cache'em (but the snow-cat tracks are usually solid) - palmer to illumination can suck in deep powder, but usually the wind scours things down pretty well to the ice - if need be, make somebody else go first

holy shit, speaking of the messiah, am i really seeing an advertisment for the anti-christ ann coulter at the bottom of the screen!?! can we airbrush a giant cum-shot onto her face please?

i woulnd' think of you as "furless" tvash

ah the pageantry!

why limit it political persuasion? it's pretty much humans in general - our political creeds just give us somethign specific to be pissed about, to focus the pre-existing back ground angst

somebody's engineering project? reminds me of di vinci's crossbow on steroids.

yeah, i was pissed i had no camera - you can take spectacular pix there for certain given the absurdity of the roof - i really need a decent digital camera - mine is a relic of the early bush administration and totally impractical i'm pretty certain it was the rock that blew - i recall hearing shit hitting the ground after i fell (though it woulda been hard to hear over my hysterical laughter) aid-climbing bridge? donde? you climbed out there bill? i'd think a goddamn gibbon like yourself might do pretty well there!

where's forest?

hey, at least i word-smith some dark poetry into mine! plus, what's the sense in competing - experience hath shown i'm unkillable and you're old as phuck dude

nah - as i recall classic vogon poetry causes advanced sedation and ultimatley spontaneous suicide - FW's prose just makes folks pissed off and crotchety

curious, i always thought elevating my BAL WAS therapeutic at any rate, your theory fails you - having spent the whole day grading drivel, it is only now that i have my first medicinal cup of claret, and well is welcome! my bad - i have too much of my father in me, so to speak - i wonder what its like to not have a humor constantly bubbling with anger, in constant need of sedation?

insult of the day! I'm not sure what a Vogon is, but I suspect it's not nearly as bad as a pot-addicted social studies teacher who ignores his family on weekends so he can belay (and lower) Ron Jeremy up the next half-pitch. the only thing i'm addicted to is you, dude - and i ain't ever quitting you! and as a compassionate libtard, i seriously commend you to read the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, from whence the vogon reference springs - it might even cure you of your vehemence?

true enough - well, fortunately there are many more melodiously and purposeful trip reports for you to savor here on this here interweb and at any rate, if you can climb wicked hard sport lines, you should check out the bat cave - the guys we met there who are developing lines were pleased as punch to have climbing company, a rare unprovincial attitude for sure!

i wouldn't think of it as "work" out of curiosity, you usually seem to flip a lot of shit my way, chief - how is it that i haven't earned your valuable "ignore" option yet?

everyone's a critic that, and i'm pretty certain that sobriquet has already been claimed...

insult of the day!

your cock crows? mine just throws up occasionally...

i don't have mr thomas' opus magnus on the subject, but having done this fine route on many occasions, i must say your very question is confused - there are many different places to start, and very many places it ends - if you start soon off the reid, you tend to end right above the west crater rim, if you stick closer to luetholds, you finish near its exit onto cathedral ridge - the bottom line is, go explore, pick a line, adn finish it! they all ultimately go to the same place the pic, even if you see it, will not exactly erase confusion when you eventually get there (unless you happen to be arriving in a airplane )

Trip: Rat Cave - Bull in a China Shop Date: 3/7/2009 Trip Report: emerging from the gin and tonic defiled time-fog - sweet christ - was it 830 we're meeting? wife like a boozy zombie, head-hammered into the pillows and drooling hard - she's not rising soon - temples in hand in the kitchen - cleanign - coffee - eggs - buttered toast - go! a most egregious mist-soaked and sullen forecast - oh where oh where could the forelorn moped-driving aid-fool find respite from this dreary damp? - entrails were consulted - augors read - rumors of rude aid-options on hardman overhanging gorge stone were whispered - mega-machinations assured by secretaries of secretaries at an ellusive crag - rat cave - somewhere...somewhere... and there we found it - now some would say it uncivil to post this - crowds to come they'd claim - fools though - unless you climb 5.13 there's little there for you - an incredible site for certain - what geological upheaveal gouged it out? did the columbia crest in the primeval past, scour and scrape away the cobblestone cliff, leaving this jubliant gem? was it water, that little bitch that wears down mountains, gushing through sumps and dark corridors deep behind the rock? the over-eager industry of man, quarrying and crushing in the crusade of fiducial fantasy? geoff and i arrived w/ 2 ropes and little else - not much more is needed - i curse myself for not replacing the batteries in my camera - a sweet little gallery - 15 feet off the broken ground the giant roof begins - dead horizontal and out for dozens of feet - well bolted and no place for gear - an improbable stack of sharp volcanic boulders, barely glued together - eventually the angle lessens to just 10 degrees past vertical - a fine place for a chest harness - it was c0 but incredible! no idea of route names - apparently the areas been under development for a decade - maybe some guy named caldwell was an older artificer? i rope soloed some line that was bolted a long time ago but not yet climbed in it's entirety - b/c of the roof, a 60 meter rope barely gets you back down to the ground. there's no anchor at the top, but plenty of fixed draws to lower off - i rope soloed while geoff took on an even more incredible roof route - his ghetto-tacular stick clip a damned necessity some time later, both of us finishing our routes, we paused to catch our breath - pall malls and honey-buns - we each took a jug lap up my line, then solved pi by undoing the anchors we'd made well off the ground in the most delicately approached places - soon thereafter the portland sport punks appeared in their pretty blue prius good lord these boys! i guess i just haven't really watched people climb 5.13 before...i like their innovations - endless knee-bars required by yards of horizontal climbing found them ducktaping pads to their pants not long thereafter i went to do geoff's route from earlier - approaching hte anchors, near the lip of the roof, many, many bolts in, the commentary kicks in - "yeah, those bolts are in really bad rock - you're gonna die!" geoff had carried his aid-widget the whole way but eventually i'd grown weary of it and cast it down, like the sodomites of old - seeing that i'd need it more, less than amused by the clear cluster-fuck of volcanic stone i was trusting my life too, i decided to lower off - i had all the slack i could take out of the rope and the gri-gri engaged, but had to get off my daisy - the narrow eye of the bolt required wiggling aroudn to get it clear of the draw the rope ran through then - POP! the bolt burst from the stone, i pendulumed through space and came tight, dangling dead center in the cave, halfway down to the ground - perfect! no need to clean the daisy now and there was the bolt and a stranger's quickdraw still clipped in - a quick shot down to the ground on the gri and big smiles - hey, ain't i a great guest? i show up to your quasi-secret high-end sport-climbing crag w/ my smokes and foul-humor and ghetto-ass aid-rig and rip your bolts out - bwahahahahahahah! the rest of the day was living the high-life - geoff was done with his second line and i did a jug-lap, then ran through the cantekerous contortions to undue his solo-anchor, 20 feet off the ground and 20 feet out from the rappel plump line - geoff n' me, in awe of the free climbing crew, wondering if maybe all this steepness was decieving? maybe WE can climb impossible sick shit too? i put on my shoes, set sites on the easiest line there, some 11d, got the first bolt clipped then swung, swung, swung, swung and that was saturday! pouring rain all day and not a single drop to touch my pretty head! Gear Notes: a couple of draws and spiderman strength (or maybe a fistfull of goofballs) Approach Notes: park past the pumphouse - then 50 grueling, grueling yards, under a pouring waterfall, to the base

i would say this bon mot is true regardless of location

doesn't duty to country demand you dog your opposition? the more power they lose, the more likely you'll be able to get your agenda through the congress, no? see - being an asshole is patriotic!

i did a tr on this in the oregon forum just a few weeks ago a cheat stick is helpful just below the third anchor - you can reach the cave in 2 pitches - stop at the first anchor, but then go strait from there to the cave - the first pitch just takes a bunch of small/med nuts - jugging w/ 1 jumar and 1 grigri/pulley is easy

this thread is a classic example of the fallacy of "those who don't know their history are condemned to repeat it"