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'cuz trains work better above water than below?

or just pointing out that 3 of beacon's 4 main faces have had major rockfall in the past month? that said, the profits ARE pouring in from all these shameless plugs - i'm practically drowning in top-shelf trim - you should come out thisaways soon so i can throw a trio or two yer ways!

cool impressive rock fall off the n side of the rock too in the past month, imbedded deeply in the ground very close to the water-faucet - the scar is quite plan just a few feet left of the 2nd pitch of stone soup

the looks, like, hard

i'm pretty certain if i'd ever met john muir i woulda beat him to death w/ a loaf of fresh bread - lord knows i contemplated gnawing off my own arm once when trapped on a long car ride w/ only a volumn of his writings

on 1/31 i saw a big old fresh scar on grassy ledges, about 50 feet west of the jills anchor - it would have fallen from the summit area of the south face though and i doubt it would have been a climber's fault (couple years ago a summit block looked pretty clearly pried off by folks who hopped the railing and it impacted in the same area). giant shit cuts lose from up there all the time and yup, it's high enough to make the tracks

if you go to smith on a sunny saturday the Law of Very Large Numbers guarentees you'll encounter at least a few assholes, but the odds are fine you'll see many more hotties in their naughties, so really it's not such a hardship

not sure if they'd fit my clown feet, but would give it a shot for 200$

x2 - the media's given huge waves of attention to el cap clibmign before w/o serious negative effect - the tradition of unpermitted, largely hands-off -from-the-feds climbing in the valley is well-established and cherished and not in much danger after a 15 minute flash of new-found fame and yup, it's awful hard to need to get rescued off pitch 20-something when you got your ass handed to you on pitch 2 or 3, which is how that shit goes awful quick for the standard wanker (which definetly includes me)

you still tooling around in that fine vehicle w/ the funky interior trim, true believer?

i say meh.

nothing like a sporting contest to remind you There Is No God

see, it ain't just climbers - army folks can also be arrogant vis a vis the coasties

of all the superbowls i've ever watched, this will be one of them!

i've known arrogant pricks in every profession or sport i've ever participated in the prospect of imminent death might be a determining agent - most human activities don't have the specter of that evil angel hovering over them so palpably n' close at hand

the key to being a climber sans the shitty attitude is to be really, really sucky at it - sure seems to work for me n' my friends when you can climb the eiger alone and in yer boxers and are getting blown by a veritable conga-line of lithesome ladies fresh out of their yoga classes, don't you have an excuse for thinking yer the kwisatz haderach?

bill hicks, may he rest in peace, sums up my thoughts on the matter in 23 concise seconds [video:youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaZgGkNm8ZI dusche-baggery is the default setting for dis here species

maybe you just suck and attract scorn from all who see you? shit, you think climbers are bad, try hanging out w/ bowlers

closing day 2015 - 7th day out at beacon this year - foggy and chilly-chilly at home in the dawn, lately dusted off from the couch - the boys at the b.k. soon thereafter - into the gorge the wind gathers wicked force - cruising w/ cold fingers, we fumble on up the rest the corner ducking and dodging through the plaid-man the rest of the day rightly desposed, beer drinking and fucking around on the sunny side where the wind ramped up beyond all expectations and so the sun sets on the southside - we shall see it soon enough i wager

1/30 - day VI (holy fawk, did i really just hear the nfl's throwing in the fucking towel on latin numerals?!? jesus fucking fuck fuck!) a rare auold junuary, the right kind really - 1 more day of winter afore the winter avalanches in n' shuts the cliffs for the fornication of the falcons - mike's after 3 - beers and bullshit'n on the way in - breezy for sure, but not batshit-so adam in the lot - we ambulate to the base in the big wind and Walk Around the Issues who can't love this life, it passes so even as you piss away the dregs of yesterday?

feel free to plagarize, i'm sure our senators are dying to hear from you : "I'm a huge fan of our party and our president, but please don't approve of AG appointee Lauretta Lynch unless she reverses her opinion on the legalization of marijuana. Our state has shown great bravery and foresight in ending this insane chapter of the drug-war, and from her comments today, it seems unlikely she can be relied upon to preserve our important step forward. Thank you."

and here i thought i could never support filibustering a cabinent appointment! http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2015/01/28/382235633/ag-nominee-lynch-says-she-differs-from-obama-on-marijuana

indeed - for extra points get a friend w/ a snowsled to getya up to the stuart lake trailhead though n' spare you n' hour of being pist 2 days for the roundtrip is enough, or pimp it out and take 3 (plus a gallon of whiskey)

great trip so do it if you can - yup, folks done got kilt in winter at that pass, so take it serious - coming in from lake colchuck definetly the kindest way to skin the kat

1/29 - day 5 - wholly shiite muslims, 5 days of fine beacon climbing in the king-of-winter and 2 more days left in the month n' fine weather forecast for each'o'them too! - my 3rd solo lap of the year beautiful balmy thursday - the sun bright through the window of my classroom trailer - had no thought of beacon but by noon the desire-burn was bright - an annual bit of adjudicating upon the appeals of the absent in the afternoon, then that dispensed with, a desperate rage down the road into the sudden howling winds of the gorge - where did that wicked wind come from? it was so sweet before - like another fall of man, the ledger long unbalanced, the measure made right with the meat thrown against the wall two ladies rambling up the trail as i lounged down after a frenzy of dressing n' dandyning meself up decent for the big blow in the parking lot - 2 more fellows earning the Ascent of the Day on young warriors, deep in shadow and bounding up unabashedly despite it the breathe of the lord upon me - only the penitent man will pass - my doom diverted for now, i made my way up the windy hill and rumbled on down soon thereafter, my soul done up and ready for glory to the heavenly tune of tom waits' "come on up to the house" my quotidian quote n' a personal favorite, a t.j. classic: "calamity was our best physician"