Mr._Natural

John Sherman went on a quest to climb in every state, including Fl. I am pretty sure he ticked them all.

..did a nice 8 mile loop on sat. here (bottom): lots of cool moraines. [ 10-28-2002, 09:56 AM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

your listed occupation suits you well

sorry wrong thread! [ 10-25-2002, 10:45 AM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

Rogue Brutal Bitter and Dead Guy Ale are good.

If you think that approach is confusing I would definately recommend you stay away from the south side of the range like cinderella and whatnot. [ 10-23-2002, 12:33 PM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

and you thought you were an alcoholic

isn't e-dog a poster?!?! poor guy...

remember to score some hospital pants to get full value from the dances... [ 10-22-2002, 02:06 PM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

rancid, like really old milk

check out this pic, if you look kinda hard above the table you can make out a ghost! The e-mail I got said something about a woman who owned the house during the civil war. She would wait at the table looking out at the field waiting for her husband to come home..he never did...she is still wating kinda thing. check it out: scary ghost pic sorry if you've seen it.

try this one kids waste of time

Thanks, I think if that were the case it would be very hard for him to type. But that would explain some things. [ 10-04-2002, 11:19 AM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

can you explin that a litle better erik?

all comments are welcome, I tought this joke just screamed trask.

I think Trask would be most qualified to comment.

Melanie went to the doctor complaining of really foul body odour. "Do you wash?" the doctor asked the smelly young girl. "Oh, yes," Melanie answered. "Each morning, I start at my head and wash down as far as possible. Then I start at my feet and I wash up as far as possible." "Well," the doctor concluded, "I think you should go back home now and wash 'possible'!!!"

What about the directional piece thing? In other words make sure your anchor consists of a few pieces oriented to resist a downward pull (for the second) and at least one piece oriented to resist an upward pull (for the leader) If the anchor consists of at least a bolt or a solid pin then nevermind because these types of pro are muti directional. A cam can swivel but should not really be considered multidirectional. Nuts are not even close. Sorry for the remedial shit for most of yall but the story about Fowler on the diagonal scared the shit out of me and I would hate for anyone to be in this situaltion EVER. [ 10-04-2002, 09:56 AM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

i am saying that you arent a hippie. overweight sportclimber maybe, but definately not a hippie. [ 10-03-2002, 01:25 PM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

quote: Slab climbing hippies? don't let the tiedie fool ya there dfa [ 10-03-2002, 01:16 PM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

nevermind [ 10-03-2002, 11:27 AM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

redundancy control [ 10-03-2002, 11:22 AM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

did you like those routes? pretty fun for short clip ups I think. the view alone is worth hiking up there as many people do. have you done chris's crack yet?

nerver mind i am a sick bastard [ 10-02-2002, 03:58 PM: Message edited by: Mr. Natural ]

I thought this was the funniest part:pasted Once up on Liberty Bell, (1986), working on a new route in the big roofs (by the Barber Pole (find my bolts yet?)), a big "rat" found me. He/it certainly thought it was the mother of mother stashes. We had pigged out on a lot of food for that turns into gas efficiently, plus my food was in with me. It attacked the lighter material around the door (no dummy) trying to gain instant access. I smacked it as hard as I could, sending it down the cliff. It, or its buddy, was back at it, just as I was dozing off. I smacked it again, but it was ready this time, almost as if it was expecting a blow, and it started getting more violent. Teeth,claws, more gnashing of teeth, horrible screaming... I thought I was going to be face to face with this 4+lb. thing in my 4.5 lb little tube (Black Webb). Finally I got turned around to give it a good solid kick.(Try that in a reg. hammock.) Hearing it fall down to the ledge below, I quickly reached out and grabed my wall hammer from my rack. Sure enough, it was back shortly, attacking me. I then hit it so hard from the inside with my hammer, I thought I was going to punch a hole in the fabric. This really provoked it, instead of killing it, scaring me even more. A couple more rapid blows sent it down the rock (I'm sure to die of internal bleeding). I got out, swearing never again to set up over a good ledge, to see why .D.J. didn't come to my rescue or at least be laughing at me like he was when he saw me climb into the "contraption". Dave was snoring away hanging/laying in his harness, on the ropes. I tried to wake him, but the whiskey was too much/strong. In the morning, looking at the hairs and blood on the outside of the door fabric, I told him about my sleepless night. He doubted me until he felt his thick beard and noted how clean it was. "Yup,yup, dirty bird" was all Daves response was. Many a Yuppie has met Dave in the mnts. and saw the sharp end of an ice axe/hammer raised/pointed at them, or, thought they saw a sasquatch.