wooord. no question about it.
had dried cantalope before? that shit is wierd - like drinking powdered beer - it's hard to fuck up a perfectly good thing.
but 2 guys were working on it last week w/ hand-axes and a rake - at that rate they ought be done somewhere around the time the last blow-down has rotted away
maybe he just figured some LIVING in southern washington would know?
at any rate, you're right, fall's the best time to go - go this fall and you might have the chance to booty some gear and get yer face in the paper too
sounds similiar to the study that smoking pot makes you crave twinkies...
duh!
when very tired and driving i often have to fight the urge to swerve into on-coming traffic just to make the pain go away
was your climb saturday or sunday? didn't look nearly that clear on the other end of the enchantment plateau yesterday? saturday was blue-bird though (i've the burn to attest to it)
i'm honored to think that i might have been the last passenger
i liked how at low speeds the unmuffled chugging of the engine reminded me of going deep-sea fishing w/ my grandpa in his big ass boat
took my wife up the muir snowfield a couple of years ago - the only time she'd been there - some gigantic swarm of those holy-rollers were also making the trek - truly strange - like little house on the prairie takes to a glacier
Which is the recommended method of belaying Ivan as well when he's leading at his limit Blake.
i'm just big-boned
i usually use 2 biners when rappeling