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9/27- 25 beacon days for 2015 - lap #6 last night's blood-soaked full lunar eclipse left me feeling a bit like i'd blown a fine opportunity - how kewl it'dve been to have been clambering around like a demented lizard under that doomed sky settled for a quick redemption lap after school today, union-thoughts buzzing through my head and needing frequent beat-downs to focus on the next step ahead sunday someboyd must have put in a directional on the big broken block on snag ledge while tr'ing their partner on cruising (or fallen while doing the traverse as part of the corner) - the 100 lb chunk that once made up a big part of the traverse is now on the trail for only the 2nd time i managed to do the crux overhang move right - i need to intentionally focus my eye on where my left foot needs to go before committing into the sequence - it's freaky b/c i can't see the foot once my hands are on the block, but i think in theory the left really doesn't have to stick in order to move the right foot where it belongs - sure do like how it feels when it goes right... found a 60$ piece of lovely booty on p3 - describe it and offer me 15$ of a 12 pack of your choosing (i'll drink damn near anything) and it's your's again felt rewarded enough to finally deliver The Man the 2 rescue biners i bootied back in july - old boy's wing was all busted from doing the nutcracker recently - i hardly styled the thing mself last summer but at least emerged unscathed the first fall-ish climb of the year for me - done in shorts n' t-shirt but there was a big-old breeze that portended bigger things to come - had to pull up short just past the se corner notch to drink my pbr in piece from the wind - scampered on up afterwards and saw my friend n' humble forest-squirrel's corpse now Sleeps Beneath the Sands

as a history teacher, i'd also argue: that's just history. like it or not, there's no such thing as an unbiased, unemotional, unequivocal account of an event involving human beings. we instinctively feel there should be an objective history, but human instincts are shit )

if you promote it, they will climb

9/26 - trip 24 - sunny n' damp n' foggish on the way in - geoff n' the revenge - beers and some big big laffs - cheating on little wing, that unrepentant li'l prostitute - tr'n on jills n' fear of fly'n - the artist-formerly-known-as-jimbo n' geo-orge n' more merriment at the base - time's up, i make my amends n meander on up the corner (lap #5) mal-fucking the crux for christ's sake - time for date-night n' the pickle-tickle

how random, i was just opinining on this very subject over in the everest thread clearly it was the great tauntaun disaster on the n face of hood in two-double-ought....uh...uh...shit, how long ago WAS that? Ding ding...there is nothing like a mountaineering accident to fluff up the traffic. Esp. when the climbers were discussing the route before hand here and then the media links us. the best part, long lost down the memory hole and just a few months before, was that i told that boy he was going to die out here w/ his asshole attitude

he's 35, a natural-born citizen n' a resident of 'merica for the last 14 years? plato seemed rather convinced a ruler had no more requirements than a fine appreciation of philosophy, but that sure as shit ain't stood up to rigorous testing , naw?

how random, i was just opinining on this very subject over in the everest thread clearly it was the great tauntaun disaster on the n face of hood in two-double-ought....uh...uh...shit, how long ago WAS that?

it's the random nature of the world - i remember clearly how the stars had aligned for the great international media cluster-fuck over the guys who got kilt on the n face of hood a buncha years back (the all-time high-tide mark for cc.com i'll bet) - folks get the chop on hills big and small all the time, it's just that sometimes there's the right elements involved and the whole shit-show just goes n' goes n' goes so fisher was a fool, so fisher was a sage - whichever was the truth, you're still watching a film about a guy who died and left a whole family behind to grieve over it forever - you, the viewer, are getting your rocks off on somebody's else's bad day, and if there's any outrage to be had over the depiction of it, it's a battle that ought to be fought w/n your own bastard conscience

all the kewl ones are down here, so get in the scarab oct 9-12 I'm going back to tower rock and a date w/ destiny - you wanna blow yer big-wall doors off, you should come w/ - it's sorta/kinda half way between you n' me - 600 feet of strenuous jugging right off the bat, and then it gets worse

even when you cut and paste it I can't say that I've read the whole thing, but what I did skim makes it pretty clear this unfortunate widow is NOT checking posts on cascadeclimbers, ergo posters here need not be intensely frightened of bringing any more pain to the women by speaking their minds factual or not, it's ghoulish to watch any film based on a real human tragedy to speak to one of her points at any rate, ALL history is revisionist

i seriously doubt any of the family members from a tragedy that occurred 2 decades ago are tuned into an internet chat-room and getting emotional over the proceedings there read "thin air" and "the climb" years ago and found them both enjoyable - you read 2 books about a disaster, 1 by a guy who'd subsequently been killed in the hills, you don't get to consider yourself an enlightened mammal

9/24 - 23rd beacon trip for the year, solo lap #4 since summer broke crazy traffic on the drive, whatever...a parcel of folks gang-raping the first pitch - a feller doing his first gear lead on top rope, if only we all had such a gentle break-in after a year of fumbling w/ the crux on p2 i finally appear to have figured out how to do it calmly loose block on p5 up to the notch - can pull a grape-fruit sized chunk out w/ your fingers - tucked it back in carefully after noting there's no decent place to put it short of chucking it off the cliff started the long slow process of moving our friend n' humble forest feller the recently deceased chipmunk on down the way

i'm sure someone will be asking soon enough - hand drilled? ground-up? worry not, my ethics are thoroughly bottom shelf

congrats - can you go back and make it not be 5.10 please?

the secret to not getting banninated mostly revolves around not using the word cock-sucker or actually BEING a cock-sucker

I can quit anytime I want - really, I swear

no book reading in the cock-sucking fall, that's the time for caving for sure

was just a few hours off the nose then, so reckon that's why i missed it - nothing like The Big True Summer to put spray in perspective your boy's been through many a cycle of off n' on over the years, so i'm sure he'll be back and in the same old form soon enough, in shah allah...

kirk's still alive, good to see meh...any climbing movie's like watching porn - you want the real thing, go get it yourself.

i musta missed the provocation? ain't been no firework in months it seems - what's the sense of spray w/o "fawk u's" fly'n?

shhhhhh, he's sleeping - no sense in waking'em up

might not be worth mentioning, but robert byrd did eventually end up on the right side of quite a few issues, including civil rights and the iraq war you're firing on all cylinders there pat - spray's been a desperately dull of late...

tvash tippling it the honeybadger is something rather closer to an honorific i'd bet there, boy-o

9/21- the double-deuce day - solo lap 3 - busy monday, but belated plan to blast out to beacon w/ mike after beating down the union-bidness after skewl - late getting to his place n' i need to borrow everything but a pair of shoes to make a go of it, but a bit late we bounded out east into the impending evening hit the lot n' got all sorted n' soon sussed out Our Boy had brought no rope - was to be his first beacon climb of the year so maybe a bit of a bummer, but we settled for slumming it at the base w/ jim n' a fantastically furry old larry - a beer or two and some other thing sto boot n' mike n' i had a contest - who could make it to the top of uprising first: the feller on the trail or the feller soloing it? i lost laughs w/ dave in sadly shortened no-bo-trifecta soiree, then back for a short session of family time

think the speed descent time from 1980 is unbeatable