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You should give it to Marc Leclerc who left a substantial bit of his rack behind during his educational epic on Slesse. It's tough to put a rack together when you're 15, and I'd bet he wouldn't mind some hexes.

Just as an aside, I personally know the Lilredgypsy, who's a real and decent person, in grad school just as described.

Sounds like a great trip.

sly devil.

Summer is an okay time for that life, did you live there through a winter? That would seem a bleaker prospect, but it's a fact that summers used to be much longer than they are now. Can anyone explain to me how it can be almost the end of July?

Nice work. Thanks for the beer. Eh, just kidding, but at least the rascals left you a six. Got any pics from your outing? Pictures of the Pickets are always welcome.

My wife is a helluva good mouser: to see is to react, swiftly, savagely, and without remorse. Mouse on the pantry shelves? Bam, crunch, squished by a can of beans. Scampering across the Vanagon floor? Stamp! Of course, that's usually followed with the plaintive call, "Off, there's a dead mouse under my foot." Eh, disposal is no big deal, damn sure beats rodents in inappropriate places. You know, come to think of it, I've always been more of a cat guy than a dog obsessive, maybe this proclivity was part of the initial attraction.

I just needed some place to put this

Bingo! As a side note, this handy tip pretty much makes everything about climbing more fun.

Easy Pass off Hwy 20 near Rainy Pass - like Cascade Pass but no people.

The Bluegrass Festival this weekend. If you don't like foonting, best to not go there. My (perhaps faulty) recollection suggests that The Jinx may be not all that slabby, though come to think of it the tip toeing around moss patties above the roof was the psychological crux. You're too tough for 5.9 anyway. No, on second thought, best you should go to Exit 38.

Bah, there's no match worth the time since the big push up contest between Porter and Fern at the Sausagefest. Oh, and back to the topic at hand, I was once standing around in a small group with Ed LaChapelle when someone referred to him as an "avalanche expert." With a gleam in his eye, Ed protested, "Oh no, I'm no expert, all the experts are dead!"

Wait a minute, you mean folks have been critiquing Dallas Kloke's choice of rack? Thanks for the pics, I love that route, I'd take it over the west ridge any day.

John, Rod has been more than polite, and sticking to the topic at hand. Please give the slurs and assumptions a rest, it's inappropriate here. Please make your case regarding why you think the road should not be repaired without resorting to slander, whether it's Rod or Ira Spring who is your target. I assure you such tactics are not persuasive.

Thanks for the TR, did you guys take any pictures? That's such a scenic route.

Normally it would be catch-and-release, but I assume a trophy like that is a keeper.

Well, and it's the same outfit on the climber as in the first one, though that first shot must be a different pitch than the enduro corner with the reddish lichen that everyone posts photos of. I've been thinking it might be nice to polish up my ropegun and go do that route this year, even though I know it means I'll be leading the bombay gut-clutch-a-thon chimney.

Hey! Not everyone is as cool and talented as you two, if you want to kvetch about someone's TR go whisper it to your pillow.

Yeah, I was thinking CBR but so many people here have done that route without piping up that I suspect I'm off base.

"Ascensionist" is one of those words that acts a a filter to weed out peeple hoo don't spell too gud.

This is sort of like saying the American revolution was caused by a tax on tea in Boston: popular mythology that vastly oversimplifies the situation. Old history anyways, sleeping dogs and all that. Move along, nothing to see here. These are not the droids you're looking for. Muffy is correct though, offers of personal violence are pretty strictly off limits around here, don't carry on with this schtick even if you two are just idly flapping your gums.

Fuck, not you too? Do your research, EVERY GENERATION is cursed for being short-sighted, self-centered, and less remarkable than the previous generation BY THE PREVIOUS GENERATION. We're not talking just climbing here, but every facet of human existence. Grow the fuck up all you bitter old farts and let go of the notion that you were so fucking special back in the day. IT'S NOT TRUE! Some day you'll be revered, but for now you're just a doddering self important pud pulling dick whistle. Once you're dead and gone and can't ruin the reverent ambiance with petulant complaints, someone might remember you fondly, though perhaps the Internet makes this less likely.

Well, the "stellar" was courtesy of Silver Star, and if fuzzy memory serves, we had a lunar eclipse during the FA weekend. I do think the last pitch to the Whine Spire is all that and a bag of nuts. I suspect Ross and "Lunger" may have repeated that pitch at the end of their foray on that wall, and I think they called it 5.10d. Sounds likely, Steve called it 11a (he led, cleaning lichen while dangling from finger locks), but given that I managed to follow without falling 10d might be a more likely grade. If that traverse (from the end of the 5.10- pitch up the ear at the left end of the oatmeal ledge?) and final 5.9 pitch are palatable, this route would clock in at 5.10- rather than 5.11a, a much more friendly grade. With regards to the first pitch, it was an afterthought added when we climbed it again in 93 to find a way around the stacked card table death pitch. Given that a 4th class ledge system bypasses that initial sparsely bolt protected 5.11 pitch, I certainly wouldn't argue with the term "contrived". Congratulations, I think that's the first time anyone has covered that ground in 15 years. Some lichen since I somewhat scrubbed it back then is not surprising.

Me. Bill, it makes me sad because I've known the Dawg intermittently for almost 30 years, and that collapse into the stereotypical old person's rant about how the youth today just don't get it, their music sucks, their ethics are debased, and life in general has gone downhill since I was young has been repeated ad infinitum since Sophocles started to feel old. C'mon, you, me, and the Dawg are essentially peers, doesn't it make you sad when your friends retreat into that "when we were young giants stalked the earth" bullshit? I do count Don as a friendly sort, if not a bosom buddy, and I'd happily climb with him and have every confidence in his skills, and I'm sure we'd have a giddy good time on whatever we did, but it just makes me sad that he views the world from the wrong end of the telescope and everything looks so far away and alien. Okay, now you know it, I'm actually a tender hearted individual, and I can't really laugh at someone else's sincere pain, and the Dawg's pain around climbing is quite sincere and heartfelt. He's not posing.

Scarpa La Menestral, mine are 20 years old on August 29th (who keeps that kind of track on shoe anniversary's eh?) and on their 4th sole, and I just love them to pieces. Stiff edgers that still smear very well. My wish list for shoes is a good modern high top that will keep the gobies off my ankles while engaged in a little real climbing, as well as comfortable enough to wear all day on a grade IV without sniveling and taking them off on ledges.