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jesus christ on a cracker! i had a few harmless posts at the front end, turn away for a day, and this thread turns into an epic? did jesus dissappear on the n face of hood or sumthang? after begining my world history classes by explaining evolution to 14 year olds for years now, i've deduced that trying to convince those who are automatically oppossed to it is much like trying to screw a brontosaurus - ill-advised, impossible, infuriating and, in all likilihood, incredibly dangerous. it a 1984 thing - the human mind can be trained, through the coericion of others and ultimately by the individual himself, to see 5 when there is 4, or a 4000 year old earth when a simple walk in the n cascades or through the grand canyon instantly reveals that such a blip of time is little more than a fart in a typhoon. so believe whatever you want folks, and have your little baby jesus in a manger - in case you aint' been paying attention to current events for the past, oh, 2000 years, he ain't been able to do a goddamn thing - he was seen wearing sandals though, which probably means he's just been rolling phatties and chuckling over reruns of "hee-haw" instead

OP cams suck! i've broken 2 while they were just racked on my harness!

this sorta thang clearly worked well for mardi gras santa vs jesus vs camus

WWACD? ... What Would Albert Camus Do? damn, that has a nice rhyme to it!

xmas is definitely secular *sarcasm* i can't imagine why folks who don't believe in a little fairy in the sky would want to brighten up the beginning of the most dismal season of the year with good food, booze, laughs n' family. i like xmas for no other reason than guerilla harvesting trees out of my neighbors' yards

heathen, what dost thou know?!? the rock was actually pretty dry this past sunday...and what does it have to be dry for anyhow? if you're gonna be wearing a lot of clothes for the cold, might as well be frenching n' aiding n' smoking cigs, no?

current noaa forecast: Friday: Partly sunny, with a high near 41. A ringing endorsement!

alright, plenty of spray, but where's the winter hardmen at now?

i can be talked into just about anything...

Friday looks to be an okay day - who wants to bring in the winter right? i'm off da whole day...

the "articles and resources" button at the page-top *might* be a good place to start

it don't matter what it changes to now, there's no way i'm candy from you...unless yer real name is "kandi"

"it rubs the lotion on it's skin or else it gets the hose! that's right, precious, the hose!"

kind of a generic story, but illustrative of what i love about beacon - the forecast y-day was for rain and cold and shit in portland, but figured i'd have faith and see what i could make happen out there anyhow. brought a ton of aid gear and clothes for the diggity-dank - greeted instead by mostly clear skies, rock that was mostly dry, and sane windiness - brent and i didn't see a soul on the south side the whole day - the rain that apparantly screwed pdx didn't arrive till the 4 o'clock safety hour when we were leaving anyhow. and on so fine a day, even the most typical beacon route had fun to offer - free for all was no picnic, brent apparantly deciding he would honor the route name by frenching almost the entire thing the real excitement came when rapping on his rope, which he thought was 60 meters, but in actuality is more like 57 meters or so - i thought rope-stretch would get me all the way to ground, but after doing a very titillating bat-man like manuevre to swing towards the uphill side while paying out the last 4 feet of slack to make it a little 1 instead of 10 foot fall to the ground, i made sure to tell brett to just go to the lower station a fine day for a vacuom bottle - i was drinking hot cider all afternoon! a great way to toast the dozen eagles swooping all over the rock and river, screechign their heads off.

that wasn't b/c of the bar dude - that's 'cuz i was sitting next to ya!

i clearly need to learn kungfu...

31! i'm like abe lincoln, minus the beard and respect for "the better angels of our nature" n' shit...

everyone knows snowboarders are godless, degenerate, drug-smoking hippies who deserve whatever wrath gods spit out at them everybody loves a story about innocents getting screwed though, and we climbers are sure...uh...hmmm. perhaps if they had been accompanied by a large, wooden badger?

reminds me of that joke - why does michael jackson like twenty-seven year olds? 'cuz there's 20 of them

remember, the news had gotten very primed for such wilderness survival stories b/c there'd been that big oregon story a week earlier about the dude who tried walking out for help, leaving his family behind (kim? was it?)

unless you like the cold dankness of the north face...

spring or summer? hell, we're going out sunday! come along...

ken - if the weather blows and my alpine plans get scrubbed i'd be up for some of that time at smith - probably best after xmas though...

including yourself? are you a nihilist!? that must be exhausting...

here the patriarch jim demonstrates just how high he can piss after taking a handful of viagra