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Well....there is a first for everything. maybe you should look into teaching dude? (we can alwasy use more gym teachers ) - i actually get plenty of time to hang out w/ the family during the week, given that i'm out of school at 3 and so home from the gym by 5 - 1 day of climbing on the weekend suffices usually - plus w/ 2 solid months of summer, i can take several 3-6 day long trips and still be around as much as during the work year course, you gotta be cool w/ the poverty thang

well, chef's dead dude, so that might make your selection a wee bit easier

i think you bitch more about me being not home than my own family, kev for the record though, over my 5 day t-giving break, i spent all but 23 hours of them w/ my clan

she appears to be in violation of the clearly established "no bare zone"

my mom would be so proud speaking of which, wasn't kerouac pretty much a fat drunken catholic (failed buddhist) w/ lofty ambitions he could never dedicate himself to that ended up living w/ his mom till he died in middle age of a wasted liver, a joke to everyone he truly liked and a hero to all he despised? not certain if the comparision is so favorable then....

depends - would you be able to smoke in them?

the question posed here reminds me of that terrance and phillip episode - you know, the one were terrance is like "phillip, i believe there's something stuck in my anus - could you check it out for me please" and phillip is like "certainly terrance, here i come"

any ideas that don't involve more than 24 hours and/or getting more than 80 miles or so away from pdx?

damn dude - your zoom works much better than mine!

'least folks don't talk all faggoty n' educated n' prance around in dem short pants like they used to

nice! was wondering waht happened w/ you n' oleg - so did you salvage anything out of the rest of the day or was i the only one w/ superior vision to see the beauty of sitting round LOL in the drizzle in fashinoably pre-soaked clothes?

color me jealous - good shit!

this past summer opening wasn't as good, but the 2 previous ones were a good deal earlier than The Man woulda done w/o the politicking jh's done i'd wager i dig on the adventure there larry/geoff - would be happy to have a hand in on getting it up - looks like it's gonna get real cool near the top - make certain it gets a dirty, dirty moniker, eh?

what's your point? we'd have these in the usa too if the nra could get rpg's legalized.

This is indeed a highly accurate description. dude! how do you feel about that same asshole who plays sylar in heroes doing you too?!?

wouldn't it be possible for folks to continue to load their own ammo by this scheme? i've never loaded a round, but i imagine you still have to buy the components (at least the shell casing?) - couldn't these be sold w/ the barcode or whatever the tracking mechanicsm is?

"Captain, there be whales in here." Probably some of the worst movies of any genre ever made. the wrath of khan WAS badass though

aiding in dry conditions? unnatural! who's gent, bill?

harry pi

one of these babies don't need no bullets! if the gov wanted to stencil a # on the side of it i wouldnt' feel raped either pink, i think you're somehow confusing me for the guy who proposed the legislation - i was just asking some questions - i don't know that i understand your responses either - again, this proposal (which i could give a shit about) does not make ammo unavailable or harder to buy (the .05 tax thing is a seperate issue and after paying 5 billion % tax on cigs for years, one which seems hopeless to fight against) as for not wanting the gov to be able to know if you have a gun, or what guns you have, okay. so long as your consistently liberatarian on all other issues i can handle it. i'd assume you want no registration on cars either, right?

ok, so for both & FW it's the expense associated w/ this bill, nothing else? would you not have literally blown your way through that ammo by 2011? do you guys really just keep thousands and thousands of rounds stowed away w/ no purpose but the coming zombie apocalypse?

um, dude, how does this deprive you of your ammo? sounds like you can still buy all you like, it just has to be labeled. sounds like the intent is to be able to better i.d. folks who shoot people - what's wrong w/ that? explain to me calmly how this is an affront to your liberties.

you'd have to ask geoff - he was a good ways up it by the time i made my 2nd rap down - i didn't see one so it probably got pulled - a strange line - looks like it'll have to keep sliding left through a plane of weakness, pass through some choss perhaps, but then end up under a cool set of rooves and god know's what to the top - at any rate, it looks like it'd need another belay station at the top - i for one will love having another option for topping out.

i tried - i just got very wet and very wasted

Trip: Far & Wide - Hood Rain-Wracked & Beacon Besodden Date: 11/29/2008 Trip Report: 5 days off for thanksgiving - sure as fuck'n'puking on st. paddy's day there had to some adventure to be had? but what? n face of hood? some other hood tomfoolery? christ, if i do another beacon tr some one'll have my balls for it! but then again, i DO want to spend another night portaledging it faint memories of merry machinations the anniversary passing hard upon the very day the furies fastened this wonder upon us, 1 year ago today so fate played out as it must - we are all sinners in the hands of an angry god - mike got sick, no doubt from our damp hide n' seek adventure tuesday when we, as good pilgrims must from time 2 time, circumambulated our Holy Monolith in the drizzle - billbob was keen for a hood jaunt though, and the forecast was, at least a few days off, quite positive but meteorologists were all abused as children and they have their vengeance on us cruelly - saturday faded from fabled hero conditions to clouds and crap, but the holiday dying, we had to at least have a go at her corpse so...the reid then...fuck camping, no time...christ the high for saturday is to be high - freezing level at 10k during the day - we'll have to hit illumination at daylight's taint these plans seemed vouchsafed by the Blessed Virgin as we laid them in the skanktacular bar called charlies at govie's camp - coulda stayed awhile and had my way w/ any number of poster-pinups on the wall and whanot - ordered a rueben for later and a jubalale for now - billbob story-told over tall whiskeys - tales of cocaine and goomahs and godlessness - juvenile high-jinxes - lonesome valley - guns - jesus-fuck, how about this ocean of life, deep w/ bullshit, we all swim in! at timberline at the witching hour - where the hell is the weather we were promised by that prim-faced phuck on the tellie? strong wind, lashing rain licked the carpace of that monstrousity billbob calls car - a mighty fine camp of itself on such a night i must admit - alarms set for 130 for a 230 start if we are to have non-suicide temps on the west side things were no different 2 1/2 hours later - i had little interest in waking - racked out w/ my rucksack cuddled in my arms - called her sally, called her betty, shit, called her a lot of things and didn't mean a word of it - things were no better out, but dammit, here we are and let no man say we weren't equal to the task how i hate to harp on my poverty, but night's like these lay it bare - my goretex garments long ago gave up the ghost, and i've figured how to get by on the volcanoes w/ soft-shells - i go ghetto-style as i must, and flourish despite it, but this was a morning that showed some serious limitations by the time we'd reached silcox's altitude i was properly done in - the sole memory my brain will allow me now, just 24 hours later, is of the waterfall that ran w/o letup off my hood, my whole left-side wind-numbed, my plastic boots' burgeoning puddles, the coursing water down my long underwear, like an old man gone wrong so little snow up there now - the lift station has a door in the bottom usually obscured - we stopped to take snuff - i could have been no wetter if i jumped in the ocean w/ all my clothes on - i set them up on the protruding rebar and wrung buckets of brown water out of them that cheeky bastard billbob has the proper toys though, and had every reason to laugh at my sodden state - i would have challenged him to a duel w/ pistols at dawn, but the fact that i had to take off my shoes to get at my soaked socks, combined w/ the fear that i might damage his cigarettes in the contest, kept me from it in such moments there is really only one thing to do so we tarried for awhile - waiting to see what would develop - the clock was ticking on when we'd need to be at the gap by, and the unceasing tumout outside boded quite poorly - worse, soaked as i was, i would not warm w/ walking and in the wind soon those delicious tendrils of hypothermy would take hold - the slack jaw, the fumbling, the idiocy so easily missed amidst the background mumblings of my garbled conciousness - with no reason to expect things to improve, we went down - i am humbled - after maybe a 100 climbs on that mountain, a new lesson - dont' leave the timberline parking lot if its fucking raining so, what now? well, the forecast was for things to be dry and good back home, so shit, maybe this tempest was the beacon-wand's holy-fury at my neglecting here? rumors had run rampant along the gorge wind the previous night of a great gathering of The Brethern in the offing at the Land of the Little Peope - billbob has been turned off to rock-climbing since some churlish baffoon ruined him on it last winter solstice, but i thought i could make up for my poor performance a few hours earlier by taking him on the adventure-raps down the n face, then join da crew at the ledge - shit, its 7 a.m. and we've been awake 6 hours, but let's make it happen! we got views of the cloud wraiths wriggling over the n side as we drove off toward hood river at beacon the forecast also was woefully fucked - drizzle and damp and cloud-murk - luckily every stitch of clothing i had was still soaked - ah well, at least its warmer geoff and his bro kyle rolled in first, as i sat smoking and pondering the stimulant-based-blankness rapidly crossing my mind - in the end bill and i hiked up to the summit, but the dampness and cloud and my own miserable conduct seemed to disuade him of our course, so plans changed for the 3rd time that day - he was to walk down while i'd rap down to geoff, get his keys, rap the rest of the way off, meet bill in the lot, move my wet-shit from his rig to geoff's, part ways, then rejoin the boys even as the next round of Big Players rolled in (in the form of jimmy o and old mother-frakking larry) the brothers were already well ensconced in their hobo-camp when i arrived as i started to rap out w/ the keys, jim peered over from above i decided to fix my single 60 m alpine rope at the top of the dutchman rather than do the endless trip down jills - scared the holy-hell out of myself though as its pretty thin and the kermantle apparently has been corrupted w/ fabric accumulating in the rap-device in addition to the 3 liters or so of water it shipped over the course of the descent - made many a merry prayer to allah and buddha and every other half-rate-hilly-billy-prophet as the rap proceeded sadness in such sweet parting, but the ever-generous billbob made it easier by handing over a honey-bun, a beer and a half-pack - much appreicated amigo! best of all though was the belay device, as rapping on a munter hitch might have resulted in hersey-squirts in my shorts rejoiningg The Brethern, i encountered geoff already well along on his new aid-line - larry gave me a fireman's belay so i could take this shot, which shows the arboreal nature of the route for the first time in weeks i was out at beacon and there was no raging breeze - now it was more eerie - steady drizzle - gaint pregant drops from the overhanging wall above banging on the tarp - thick clouds, murky river-views - the air thick and ponderous eventually geoff grew weary of his adventure and turned the crazy-train over to larry larry promptly inserted his fine gallic probiscis into the back of nice wide crack to search for his ass it's a fine line, but i wonder where in the hell it'll end up - it'll be exciting for certain, especially to keep it iron free excellent times that afternoon - musical chairs under the dripping tarp - bullshitting - but as night approaches, jim gets fired up, and besodden as i was, i was eager to join forces and get ourselves down - jim and i went first - i got this pic of him coming donw to me while larry was still wailing away jim rushed off - larry remained at the ledge to commune w/ his humors for the night - the brothers came down and kindly conveyed me to gresham - i came home, bathed my kids, ate 10 lbs of mashed potatoes n' gravy, then slept on the hard-floor while my wife killed krauts and japs, called to duty as she was by The Great Gamer in the Sky Gear Notes: fortitude ignorance anger Approach Notes: vanouver to gresham to gov camp to silcox to hood river to beacon