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you could easily spend a week at beacon, assuming you like 5.10ish multi-pitch trad cracks - great camping in the state park across the street (or sleep on grassy ledges or bring a porta-ledge!) beacon is well worth the pilgrimage, more so if you tune in w/ a local who can point a few things out if you get tired of the tradness and heat, you can alwasy drive a half dozen miles east and clip-out at ozone too...

paging the rooster...rooster? paging the rooster... i always figured if someone breaks into my house that i can throw a cup of tepid shade-grown, fair-trade, bird-friendly coffee in their face and then lightly slap them w/ my sandal until they realize the error of the ways and can rap with me then about the best way they can make a positive difference along with gaia, no war required!

he'd be wearing crocs...

my all time favorite - milosh! i am everyday training be to worlds greatest sprayer!

iain!?!

my god, the radical lefty scientists have brain-washed grandpa now too!

i don't think white river's open yet

i like

a scorching case of herpes!

my coach's motto was "if you can't beat 'em, hurt'em. if you can beat'em, fuck it - hurt'em anyway!"

hey, i'm like 34th or something - just need to kill john and i can move up one! i'm gonna make the hard call here and say i'm willing to bet 50 cents against anyone who wants to take the bet that kevbone can actually answer this one for himself, if he gets motivated enough.

beach on saturday for #8 anniversary (w/ an overnighter! 1st w/ the wife away from the kids in 4 years?) sunday - attempt to locate mother, note to self: don't say a damn thing all day about climbing

unless you've taken a lot of acid and think you can fly... I was topping out on North face of Broughtons once and bumped into an old friend, Ron Clark , at the top. He'd hiked up to the top. On acid, he was convinced he could fly off the cliff at that moment. Friends don't let friends fly on acid is the moral of the story. an easy situation to rectify - walk him down to the parking lot and tell him, if he can demonstrate his ability to take off from the ground, you'll gladly push him off the top of the cliff!

"with a manicial glee, slug-o emerged from the mine shaft and began oozing his way eagerly towards tokyo!"

great idea there, dan - wanna enact it w/ me? been trying to talk some fool into bivying on the monkey for awhile...

as w/ all weather forecasts for big ass volcanoes, your results can vary violently - see the tr in the rainier forum about what a homeboy experienced this past weekend in a very similiar forecast

unless you've taken a lot of acid and think you can fly...

it wouldn't change my opinion much on the nature of companies, no. i think i can guess where all the shoes those boys sell are made too...

sitting on the ingraham glacier at 8600 feet on monday night looking up mountain at that fat cloud w/ its clasping fingers extending down to us, i was quite glad not to be up in it - glad you made it through no worse for the wear! so what are you climbing next then, eh?

they shoulda lit the flame w/ a tibetan's fart while simulatenously beating a darfurian kid to death w/ a baby panda bear i woulda tuned into the live broadcast for that

yes, unless a foot of snow fell the night before you left

depends, do i get to count my own hardcore accomplishments this week as washingtonian or oregonian, seeing as i'm only a few miles from the state line?

tvash = tr generating machine saying "we opted for a run up the beckey route" though was a charitable way of saying "we parked at the big cleared space by the hairpin and so started uphill way too early and found ourselves right below the serp crack on the west face after a sustained bout of xTrEmE snowshoeing and therefore decided, ah what the hell, who wanted to do something hard in a spirited snow squall anyway?" i remember feeling a faint twinge of The Fear at the last belay, as the rock and soaked lichen was pulsing w/ water from the melting snow - it seemed like the perfect verglas generator if only the temps had dipped a few degrees - at any rate, it cleared up for the walk down in the twilight. what the macroscopic pic of the ant leaves blurry in the background is me sitting around drinking top shelf bourbon on the dusty ground for an hour while ansel adams squatted over every speck of dirt like some deranged, malformed sumo wrestler no worries, after a dip in the icy river i was very content, so long as our neighbors devil-dog kept its distance

note the size of the pack - now that is a proper rainier sized pack people! i feel as if i should be handing out cyanide pills to all those poor bastards hauling up 70 pounds of titanium sporks to muir!

i had myself cloned - my other self is much more likable too regarding hte question on time, it took a little over 5 hours to get to camp, 3 hours from camp to summit in essentially perfect cramponing conditions, and a little over 2 hrs to get back to paradise and in time to give the kids a bath and fall asleep w/ the wife while watchign "reaper!"