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Let the farmer praise his ground and the huntsman praise his hound The shepherd his sweet shady grove I'm more blessed than they, spend each happy night and day With my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán With my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, sláinte geal mo mhuirnín [Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, slawncha gyal mo voorneen] Love of my heart, my little jug, bright health my darling Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, lán, lán, lán [Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, lawn, lawn, lawn] Love of my heart, my little jug, full, full, full Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, sláinte geal mo mhuirnín [Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, slawncha gyal mo voorneen] Love of my heart, my little jug, bright health my darling Is cuma liom do chúilín dubh nó bán. [iss cumma lum do khooleen doov no bawn.] It's all the same to me (if) your hair is black or white. Immortal and divine, sweet Bacchus, god of wine Create me by adoption of your son In hopes that you'll comply that my glass will ne'er run dry Nor my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán Nor my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán And when grim death appears in a few unpleasant years And says that my glass it has drawn I'll say 'Begone, you knave, for great Bacchus gave me leave To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán. Then fill your glasses high, let them part with lips not dry For the lark now proclaims it is dawn And since we can't remain, may we shortly meet again To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán

A long time ago, way back in history, when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops. He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick. 40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. The Lord bless Charlie Mops!

Oh whiskey is the life of man Always was since the world began Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below Now whiskey made me pawn me clothes And whiskey gave me a broken nose Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below Now whiskey is the life of man Whiskey from an old tin can Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below I thought I heard the first mate say I treats me crew in a decent way Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below A glass of whiskey all around And a bottle full for the shanty man Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below

uh, to get the hell away from people who believe in santa claus, easter bunnies, faces appearing in tortillas and big guys in bathrobes that bestride the cosmos yet still bother to get involved in the intrigues of ants that said, crossing under huge icefalls and hearing rocks fall like artillery during the night never fails to lever out a few vestiges of primitive superstition from my divinely-wrought brain-jelly

anything by flogging molly

progress is for pussies!

the avi danger's higher there than luetholds as it gets morning sun. more convulted to get to w/ the canyon in the way. it's an easy route, but i always like having a second tool b/c its weighs hardly anythign and having one makes me feel like a rawk-star. doubt you'd have much use for ice-screws but having 1 couldn't hurt. picketts will work if you want them.

bring yer hand-jammies! and if someone could set up a zip-line back to the parking lot it'd be perfect. i like to see how freaked out dogs get at the base of the routes - it's damned difficult for a biped to get aroudn there

ah yes, taking "access issues" literally!

i prefer to call it the "dog pound" given the signboard that makes directions uber-easy (and the fact that it's a jail for beacon climbers when the ban's in)

you'd have to zoom in and see how much blood's splattered on the outside of the cracks - my superman vision indicates much of the red, red cruvy on tap, so i'm thinking yes indeed, that is "most-tape-your-fucking-hands-to-climb-here creek"

perhaps this is the perfect time to correct that oversight chris!

they make sense for big alpine routes that will require lots of raps and/or are very convulted and/or have significant chance of rockfall to cut your ropes - nooksack tower was a great place for using double ropes for all those reasons - on something like the n ridge of stuart they'd be needlessly excessive and heavy i think they're a bit of a pain for simple trad

jesus - i feel like i don't even work - i've entered into the fawking digital twilight zone - put "far side screw the limit" into google image and it's hit #1 - the old far side cartoon showed 2 yokels fishing with mushroom clouds sprouting in the distance and one cletus to the other ejaculating "ya know what this mean's norm? no size restrictions and screw the limit!" i kinda like the comparision to beaconites - the larger implications of world events mean nothing to us, just our access to a few thousand square feet of moss-wrapped, bird-carnage detritus strewn basalt. additionally, the view the slack-jawed yokels gaze upon is not unlike the view of the south face from the boat launch.

somehow i liked this pic much more than the stone nude ones - if there was a half-drunk 40 of OE on the counter next to a coupla crack rocks and maybe a shredded gideon's bible it'd have more of the motel vida loca i've come to adore

If you posted a picture....why cant I see it? wierd - shows up on my preview, and i can see it now - don't know if it shows now? the original far side cartoon was better than this thing, but i couldn't get it on da interwub linky

not until someone can retrieve that excalibur-esque green alien from blownout direct! Did you place it? no, but a certain playa hating on da beacon in dis thread did - about a foot from a purty-pin just fun'n...

this could be redone to fit the beacon closer...

not until someone can retrieve that excalibur-esque green alien from blownout direct!

spray is a vital antidote for the self-important gravitas staid climbers emit like skunk-stink that said, like any medicine, it can be abused

not so long as they also occasionaly post in nudie-pix of their fiances

last time i did that, my 230-some-odd pounds required me to slink the hell outta dodge 'fore emmanuel the housekeeper could report my wanton destruction of da dry wall! oh, and minx is right - you're doomed luckily she oughta have no small choice of fools for the rebound

exactly! so why miss out on seeing da history 1st hand?!?

i heard a blurb on npr about development of a trail there at cape horn, so i'm certain that's what those stakes are about - seems like a project for super-sport-o man!

indeed - the romans certainly had their ways we beat a nationalist insurgency in near identical terrain in the phillipines just a few decades prior to vietnam (the filipinos not having allies feeding them tons of modern weapons helped)