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this is why the good lord invented speed and distributed all throughout appalachia...

jeebus

broughtons was fine y-day - sheer stress rawks! man, wish there was a sweet crack like that at ozone.

canuckian or amerikun?

gollum would have eaten my ass sometime ago now i'm afeared

or take a nice long hike in the dark and do cooper spur or sunshine - i agree the hogsback will be to be avoided, except for the brief times it takes to rocket down through the gumbies!

maybe by august?

after falling almost all the way into the fumorale i finally snatched my ice tool from the daisy and got traction right where the slope eases off into the steaming crater - i was a wee bit chagrined of course having done this in front of 50 tourons on the hogsback - the fun part was having to chope steps the whole way back up the top of the crater rim to retrieve my crampons! and yes, i did still top out

i haven't done true grunt - is that the next one to the right of stephenwulf? and how in the hell is the last roof on da wulf only .10c!?!

fwiw, the huuugest fall i ever took was b/c i took my cramps off due to balling - i'd just soloed the reid, emerged onto the west crater rim, deep, sloppy snow made me take them off near the very top, right where it's steepest - bad idea! was slipping so bad i leashed meself to my tools while trying to put the crampons back on, but it all went wrong and i was sailing head first downhill, face out, w/ just the crampon in my hand to arrest w/ and my axe and tool rattling down the slope w/ me on the fucking daisy-chain!

looks purty - bet i don't get told where it is online, eh?

and w/ the best climb of them all smack dab in the middle w/ nobody on it!!!

sunday oughta be glorious

good article - a lot more details - damn shame they just didn't stay in the hut - this was a preventable tragedy.

exactly, so why the hell are you doing that intentionally then? it's a fuck-up to avoid, not practice!

smoke?

descended east ridge of forbidden many years ago - i had old school crampons that took 20 minutes to strap on, so i skipped putting them on in favor of being careful - it was short, but steep and icy slope i needed to traverse over the top of - i had my axe ready and my head in the game - the very first fucking step and my boots slid out - i had the pick in instantly - it didn't matter a damn, just slowed my descent as i slowly gathered speed as the slope increased - eventually i slid about 200 feet downhill, bowling into a bunch of rocks like a fucking meteorite, nice n' bloody. arrest sometimes just don't work

i only "help" hot chicks w/ doe-ish eyes

what have i got in my pocket?

is self respect a flavor or a physical substance? sure as hell works for the later conditions...

if i answer correctly do i get to nail my ma?

vaya con dios, amigos. and speaking so of the dead is a vital part of feeling alive - and immortal

nonsense - you don't develop HAPE days AFTER coming back down to sea-level, whihc is what he's talking about in the original post

20 lbs on your back? of beer perhaps? did the bottles survive? guess the rap stations weren't in then or why else would you be downclimbing the route? is that the angle that's had the eye bashed out of it?

on the other hand, this does seem to be a document throughouly in keeping w/ the traditions of alaskans, no? cantekerous fo'sho.