ivan

- castle rock on friday - bone, damnation, old grey mare and crack of doom - remorse/iconoclast/hyperspace epic on saturday - a fun route to be finishing by headlamp for sure - careno crags on sunday but the wasps were fawking insane! bk route and then the long drive home

good times - sorry i missed you mike (too busy epic'ing on hyperspace (thanks for the idea too, bastard!)) - rain on friday mornign but managed to find castle rock all to ourselves - did the bone, damnation and crack of doom, none of which i'd done before - sunday was so wasted from getting in at 2 a.m that we just did some stuff at careno for a few hours until the yellow-jackets became too menacing to stand

marriage is fun - my recent favorite moment: my wife calls a chick i work w/, who last year i spent a fair amoutn of time w/ since we were working on some shit together - anyway, she calls this chick after a year and lays into her, threatening her and shit in the finest of ghetto-fashion-style - then she wigs out on me like i've got a plan to cheat on her all this time and not believing i've ever been out climbing anytime i've said i was over the last year (like, given the choice between dealing w/ bitches and all their stupid shit and being in the great church of the alpine, i'd choose some fucking wierd pdx-creature?) anyhow, now all my bidness is the world's bidness and damn, it feels good!!! ha, ha - mah-whaj! creating adventure out of the clear blue sky for centuries!!! waht's not to love?

damn! forgot all about that one - looks tits! seem to recall it looked 6 inches in places, and kinda funky too like beacon cracks can be, w/ the crack behind the lip all hollowed out low down

true that - climbed it w/ a #4 (old school camelot) whihc was almost immediately worthless - small pro does show up in time to protect the last move or two - you'd dig it john - do local access right below it to warm up the entirely wrong set of mental muscles after that, go a few feet further down the trail and do jensen's ridge - .11 and to 5 inches - wackier than flying circus for sure and plenty of other hardness in finger and hand crack sizes - you might want to consider the poison-oak-less variation!

looking forward - been a few years since i made the rope up - what the hell happened to tuff love this year, it usually got the kitchen-pass nod in the past?

opdyke remembers this great "act of sacrilege," more or less his words, and swears he could never return to the sacred wall as a result of its defilement

and warmed up considerably today, so starting the freeze/thaw thang - i likey!

july

what's more memorable - the trip where you lost your fingers or the trip where you DIDN'T lose all your fingers?

October 31st 2003 was the best day imaginable for the n side! w/ all this recent precip i imagine it'll be getting good real soon.

the key difference being though that cheswick was a doily-little fruit-fuck and i'm a big bull goddamn loon ken kesey

tits!!!

it was more enjoyable today than y-day w/o the threat of imminent darkness...much better too after the moss was cleared out. dry all day too, but nothing tripier than standing in the drip line of the e face watching a billion phat raindrops coming down from 80 stories up...

god hunt us all, if we do not hunt moby dick to his death! thou hast no need to fear starbuck, let ahab beware ahab! call me ishmael motherfucker!

I never read Moby Dick in high school or college, and remember all my class mates who read it, hated it, and bitched about it, so I never tried it. I finally picked it up two years ago, and absolutely LOVED it. Melville is a genius, and packs that novel with so much dense symbolism and references it is unbelievable. I especially enjoyed his sense of humor. It's probably my favorite classic - right up there with the Iliad and Heart of Darkness. my favorite chapter was "cetology", mostly b/c when i was sophmore and had to read it, i felt pretty sure i could skip it w/o penalty a fine story for sure - the movie w/ gregory peck was tits!

The $250 fee isn't really excessive - it was simply the judge factoring in his time, his bailiffs time, his clerks time and his court reporters time. All together this easily adds up to more than $250. If you plead guilty just pay the fine; the judge has better things to do then listen to climbers explain why they shouldn't have to get permits. If you feel strongly about it, try and get the law changed on the legislative level - don't try and argue with a judge. You know what - no one is guilty until proven innocent. You have a right to have your case heard. The judge does not have "better things to do". The judge is there because hearing cases is what he is supposed to do. Penalizing someone for exercising their right to see a judge and plead their case is directly counter to the intent of the law. wacky canadian - we have no use for you due process law'n'order thang here!

not all rangers are tools - those that are dogmatic in enforcing the law are though - for example, the fire you built and cited for: a good ranger would write you up if it was october and there was a foot of dry leaves on the ground, a tool would write you up if it was january, snowing and 20 degrees below zero.

especially if there were tauntaun tracks found in the vicinity!

to convince me my hatred of Da Tool is worth discarding all the benefits of law'n'order for the joys of senseless nihilism

well then, all the more reason not to assess them, eh?

nope, pm'ed you though...

OK, I'm really intrigued by this anecdote. I did a 4-year search back through the archives with "i-pod" in subject and body, and "ivan" as the username, and only came up with this thread that we're all reading right now. So spill, ivan. Enquiring minds wanna know what was on that 'pod. edit: nevermind. spell it without the "-" and it comes up. the highlight of my day fun addendum - i later meet the woman pictured on the ipod who was mortified about the whole thing - the coke snorting photos were apparently staged for a class project (yeah right!)

i guess my take was that the ranger could issue a warning instead of a citation in the sense that i frequently give warnings, not discipline referals - i wasn't there though, and maybe blake was being an asshole? the ipod was on and being looked at when i went to confiscate it, adn the girl initially refused and was very adamant about turning it off, which is why i pursued it