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Yes.

Woah, your first day out was under the wing of the legendary EC Joe? I think my first roped climbing experience was using piece of hemp rope pilfered from a construction site and a scrap railroad spike to chop steps up a 50 degree mud/rock/dirt embankment in San Diego in pursuit of bands of crystals, circa 1970. Sometime a little later we also engaged in dulfersitz rappels off two story concrete tilt up walls on construction sites. The real deal didn't commence until Thanksgiving weekend 1972, in Joshua Tree with some Sierra Club Rock Climbing Section outing, headed by my friend Alan Nelson's dad. First climb was on some rotten pile out in the desert on the way there, but we spent several days in Indian Cove on things I'm sure I'd no longer recognize. Goldline ropes and Lowa Scout boots, yee haw. Guess this is my 35th anniversary coming up.

Sure, just keep me posted. We're into the season where day of the week doesn't mean much compared to what the weather has been doing. Just let me know (pm, email, or telephone) when you want to come out so my family knows when there's someone in the front yard.

I thought cereal monogamy meant you finished one box before you started the next.

Hah, now that's something we can agree on!

Tree work eh? If you're not a certified arborist or work under the supervision of one then you're a tree butcher. Good to here you've got other things going on. Take the elitist shit and cram it up your ass, Feck. BTW, It is spelled "hear" Spoken like a "guy with a truck" Get a license, dirtbag!

Did you know that "gullible" is not in the dictionary?

I haven't checked, but the hillside is not saturated yet, so I'm sure some things are climbable. C'mon out.

Yikes, I guess it really is the slow season in the North Cascades forum now...

Err, that was for PP, not what I do for a living. I'm a general contractor. Very manly sort of job.

The Little Black Dress Parade!

No, those pads are so hard on our little friends in teh plant kingdom, and chalk has been known to cause cancer in teh state of California. It is funny to see "boldering" and "pure" in the same sentence, but I guess thats V2.0 in action for you.

It's just that I remembered that they weren't my goats...

Yep, like most of the Gunks. Yes indeed, no need for bolts on all this horizontally banded quartzite we have around here.

You want goats? I think we have too many, though I often demur, "they're not my goats." I'm curious how they manage fencing for this land clearing business, my experience suggests they're crafty and hard on fences. It's really only the billys that smell, but boy do they ever. They have a fondness for peeing into their own mouths, and the girls seem to find that hawt. There's no "mating season" per se, the females go into heat and the boys are always ready. Having a billy on your farm affects the female's hormones and makes the milk much more "goaty" as well. I

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That'll be great, plus I'm more prone to go see music in Portland these days, so perhaps we'd get to do that too.

PP, I think Portland is even more liberal than Seattle, boy are you gonna suffer. But hey, you'll only be 4-1/2 hours from Index...

Hmmm, is this the slab with "Suncups" on it, an old (I think) Yoder & McGowan route? The slab I'm thinking of is definitely gray sandstone ala Peshastin, right next to the road. I'm think I climbed a route on it maybe 25 years ago, but I've pretty effectively blocked out the memory.

Oooh, it's Bill, live! eISBTBwWKeE

Someone stated that climbers are tightwads. You only have to peruse my rack peppered with first generation rigid stem Friends to confirm that.

Has Ahmadinejad been reading Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policemen's Union?