ivan

nice - but amidst the recent debate on immigration i note a certain lack of concern for all these pesky ruskiis poaching our peaks

in the spirit of seinfield i offer this: jesus christ, can the news quit producing stories like the one i lifted this pic from? wtf does it do but make me want to yak up my iron-fortified cheerioes? seems like we get these fawking stories at least once a week...

sky's idea of a fine sundae - er, sunday... Mmm, now that's my idea of a sundae....delicious. hey! only men are allowed to make sex jokes here! ha! ha! our's was hardly an epic as it lacked several of the essential requirements such as: a) bad weather b) injury c) heinously stuck rope d) plague e) natural disaster f) need to be home in less than 2 hrs or a resulting 1) divorce 2)loss of job or 3) criminal proceedings it did have some stereo-typical epic qualities: a) uh - dark descent b) climber lacking headlamp c) climber lacking clothing d) climber lacking water e) climber consuming too much on way up f) climber lacking any on the way down g) stupid murky vegetable 'swacking anything that culminates in the glorious sunsoaked, granite-encircled haziness of sunday morning can hardly deserve so stoic a moniker as "epic"

truly the amount of brain damage incurred sunday prevents any articulate recollection - user error #1117

and is it me or is this really the most innovative way to respond to the whole gear prompt?

sky's idea of a fine sundae - er, sunday...

i'm certain i have no idea what yer talk'n 'bout!

funny - was having a similar experience just a few miles away on colchuck balanced at the same hours - least we made it down to the whiskey 'fore sunup!

crude n' pedastrian 'n the over-application of the reverent fuck-phrase

ahhh - methinks the best phrase employing the sweet, sweet fuck-word is "mother of fuck!" when greatly vexed

got ass kicked on colchuck balanced and thoroughly enjoyed a moon-light descent through goat-fucking slide alder ate mescaline and went swimming in the warm, warm bathtub-like lake colchuck during an impromptu rave on a flat-rock in the boulder field think i need to give up climb'n'n'favor of drink'n - think'n i'm better at that...

i seem to recall that unless you have double ropes you can't rap the initial bullshit 4th class pitch as there's no suitable anchor - there might be another line off the top though that would bring you down through good anchors the walkoff's not bad either - and you can frequently hitchhike back to the car w/ some exhulant mother-fucker who's just nailed das toof

"all we are is dust in the wind dude" "yes! like sands through the hour-glass - so are the days of our lives!"

beacon was rocking 2day - full house oddly round noon at snag ledge - saw Old Jim n' he said the female peregrine was recently found dead

i assume b/c hand-drilling a 3/8 bolt takes more time and energy - niether of which are desired when you're in the alpine and/or you're the size of a small elf

so long as the impossible's dead n' all, can i be the first one to stick my sweetness into it's still half-warm corpse?

left out the best part of my day! 7 AM - arrive in mcdonald's drive-through line morbidly hung-over 7:01 AM - force bro-in-law to switch to driver after the vanguards of The Big Burp begin to arrive 7:03 AM - mere yards away from the drive through window, and in full sight of a half-dozen cars in which humble workingmen wait for their meager biscuits on the way to their tedious jobs, i commence w/ the Great Spit 7:05 AM - leaving a great big puddle of orange gunk (mmm - TANG!) by the roadside i pad back into the passenger seat in my mulch-encrusted socks and proudly eat the hashbrowns that have just arrived

laughable - ha! there's no putting the genie back in the bottle, vendajo! hey, what unemployed person wants to crag anytime over the next week and a half (and/or go out for some tasty alpine...)

took 2 very large Southern mammals out onto the nisqually glacier at a pace just barely fast enough to get there 'fore the whole thing melted...

will try to show - inlaws flying into 2night - a strong motivator to getout of the house!

word. and that's an easy price of admission - 6 laps solo on the corner can be done in a long lazy afternoon - alas climbing w/ homonids today kept me to a mere 1000

climbing any route on hood this time of year is like humping your sister - yeah, you can do it, but it doesn't make you feel proud

so do you find yourself grabbing The Nodder more or less often since the big accident?

i hate democracy

would dig on helping out but already planned on sweltering in the alpine that day - will come along if the stupid heat makes me pansy out...