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"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!"

yes

What, are you just trolling for some love and affection? Rudy's just a gang of one, pay him no mind, I like you just the way you are. yeah, and if my school's internet filter wouldn't block the youtubes i'd even provide a video of billy joel to serenade you "don't go changing"

my favorite bear was the one i DIDN'T see while wallowing through a vertical brush tunnel somewhere on the flanks of mt index while desperately trying to get the fuck down - i was forced to climb back up a little cliflet, searchign vainly for a decent place to rap - the only place i could get any traction in the vertigiounous jungle maze was in this odd tunnel, complete w/ claw marks and a gigantic goddamn blueberry-studded bear turd - i followed it very warily up to a ridge, convinced that at any moment this most monstrous of descent debacles was going to end w/ my death - i was very happy when i could finally rap out of the area and i still have no idea how the hell a bear managed to get there.

this would be so good a shot if it was secretary gates...

oh he's out there! he's really, really out there...

game on!

just what i was looking for - something long, hard, wet, and containing sea-man!

from the title, i was hoping there'd be pictures?

the best way to answer any of these crevasse rescue questions is to go practice in a controlled environment - you're not going to (or at least shouldn't) trust any setup until you've played with it - have fun, put a shitload of ropes and pickets and what not into a sled, drag out into the middle of the nisqually this time of year and spend a day or two fucking around experiment with: - different sized ropes - prusiks vs ascenders - different mechancial setups for raising a climber - self rescue - self resuce w/ a big ass pack and/or a sled leave a nice fat bottle to chill in the snow and enjoy yourself in a glacier camp as the sun goes down at the end of the day...

that would be like trying to divide by zero

goddamn i fucking loved bill hicks "i took mushrooms and went to astroworld and had a real bad time" "you're a moron! they're sacred - go to nature."

?? I'm confused? Are you saying/implying that she is not a beautiful, hot MILF?? her hotness is only now slowly reversing the horrors of her participation in da flintstones flick...

"ow my balls"