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Wow, I'm still laughing. Better post some of Trickys! Thanks Mos chillin for pointing it out.! Fox, you sure that it's not true? Sure hits on all cylinders.

Well, our group organizer when to Maui, the chance for the $425 season pass expires on the 6th and we have 3 people signed up. I can't get in touch with the 4th dude to see what his trouble is, but I'm lining this up in advance of it not working out. My special question is: Is anybody interested in buying a Season pass to Meadows (directly from Mt Hood Meadows), as part of our group assuming the current 4th drops out? I'm not even sure I can finagle it as the group organizer needs to be the dude to effect this change. -anyone- ............... ............... ............... -anyone- ? Regards; Bill MEADOW CLICK HERE FOR UNLIMITED SEASON PASS INFORMATION All you need is internet access, a desire to get at Mt Hood meadows anytime they are open day or night anytime you wish all winter, and a credit card.

Don't go start getting all mathy on us.

I got mine on Amazon.com

I'm gonna loan it to Ujahan. So it will be at his house for a week or so.

I have a copy at my house.

Not as good as the Enumclaw story, but illicit animal love "Oregon" Style. "Love Affair With A Bear Runs Afoul Of The Law POSTED: 10:09 am PST October 31, 2005 COOS BAY, Ore. -- For nine days, Rocky and Jonathan Perkett heard a lone black bear cub wail from its hiding spot in a Coos County logging site. They could drop a tree on it or rescue it. They chose the latter and for two years the bear was like family. But when the authorities got wind of it, there was trouble a-bruin. The father and son named her Windfall and raised it for two years. The men shared pizza and Dr Pepper with the bear and gave her free reign of their home in the woods outside Coos Bay. The bear slept in Jonathan Perkett's bed, took showers and even had her hair blow-dried, Rocky Perkett says. "We're not lying about it," says Rocky Perkett, 54, in his thick backwoods drawl. "We lived with her. We loved her. We treated her like a daughter." But that kind of love is illegal in Oregon, and last week police raided their home and took Windfall. The men face possible charges for holding the bear without permits and in an unlicensed facility. The incident pits the heartstrings of some animal lovers against state statutes meant to keep wild creatures in the wild. "The law says you can't hold wild animals in any way," says Wildlife Administrator Ron Anglin of the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife. "It's illegal to transport a bear without a permit," Anglin says. "Nobody's going to take you to task over that if you take it to town, call the ODFW and report it. (But) you can't take it home." The Perketts maintain Windfall never was "held" or locked in a cage. They simply opened their house to her, Rocky Perkett says. She could come and go at will, he says. She learned to work the doorknobs, he said. "Is there a law against a bear running around in your yard?" Perkett says. "Doesn't she have rights as a bear?" The Perketts plan to hire an attorney and hope a glitch in the Oregon State Police's search warrant will get the case tossed out, and in the best of cases get Windfall returned to them. "Everything they done here was unlegal," Rocky Perkett says. "Since it's all unlegal, I hope they will bring her back." No citations have been issued yet but holding a bear without a permit is punishable by up to a year in jail and a $6,350 fine. Meanwhile, the bear has been shipped to a California Department of Fish and Game holding facility, where it will remain until the case is concluded. The bear's likely future is at an accredited zoo or a permanent holding facility, Anglin says. None has yet been found, he says. The bear likes people too much to be released into the wild, Anglin says. Perkett acknowledges there's little chance of getting the bear back. But he hopes good intentions and lack of understanding of the law will discourage prosecution. "We're hicks. We're mountain men," Perkett says. "We took her because she was dying and we loved her. "The only thing we did wrong was love one another," he says. ODFW biologist Stuart Love, who helped tranquilize and seize the bear, says he doesn't doubt it. People's personal attachment to wild animals makes seizures like this "the worst part of my job," Love says. "You could see the hurt in those guys' eyes when we took it," Love says. "But there's no way we could leave that bear with them. It could end up killing someone." Hey Ma, look what follered me home!

The pink tape V2? Nah, didn't send it yet, saving that for next year. 2 weeks in Yosemite. I'm easy that way. Fantasic group of folks, great weather, best rock in the universe. I was healthy, feeling the magic and my climbing starting to come back together.

Please don't hold back. What are you REALLY feeling inside.

Bad shit ? You rememember when the CIA station chief in the middle East was captured by militants and tortured to death? Wonder what they were discussing? So where's William Buckley? "................At the same time, his second term brought an acute deterioration in his White House team, with disastrous consequences. He allowed James A. Baker, his pragmatic chief of staff, to trade jobs with Donald Regan, his secretary of the Treasury. For four years, said Jane Mayer and Doyle McManus, Baker had helped guard Reagan "from his own worst instincts." Regan, on the other hand, let Reagan be Reagan. The loss of Baker at the White House, along with his political savvy, was widely blamed for many of the subsequent troubles that befell the president. Regan and McFarlane distrusted each other; Cannon said they barely spoke. McFarlane also was at odds with Secretary of State Shultz and Secretary of Defense Weinberger, especially on Iran. McFarlane wanted to woo Iran away from Soviet influence, even if it meant encouraging the sale of Western arms to Iran for its ongoing war against Iraq. Shultz and Weinberger opposed it adamantly. American policy forbade selling arms to Iran and other sponsors of terrorism. To Reagan, this was yet another wrangle over government policy. He was not really interested in government, Cannon said. He "was so obviously wearied by extensive analysis, particularly of foreign policy, that aides plunged into arcane material at their peril. If Reagan became sufficiently bored, he simply nodded off." He had even less appetite for personal conflicts among his staff. "Reagan had learned in childhood from his father's alcoholic eruptions to withdraw at any sign of disharmony," Cannon said. In March of 1984, William Buckley, the CIA station chief in Beirut, had been kidnapped by terrorists linked to Iran, and CIA Director Casey told Reagan he wanted Buckley back. Moreover, Casey saw merit in McFarlane's Cold War view of Iran as a barrier against the Soviet Union. Terrorists took more hostages, seven Americans in all. This seized Reagan's attention like no policy debate ever could. It evoked what Mayer and McManus call the "hard-liner's soft touch." The danger, they say, "was that, left to his own good intentions, the president would confuse the human interest with the national interest…. There was no clearer example of this danger than in his approach to the hostages." In August 1985, McFarlane later testified, Reagan secretly approved the first of eight shipments of missiles and missile parts to Iran. Four of the shipments were made through Israel, which provided the arms and received replacements from the United States. The other shipments were made directly. Reagan signed three "findings," or authorizations, for the secret sales. One spoke of freeing the hostages. Attached to another was a memo. Cannon says Reagan did not bother to read it, so Adm. John Poindexter, who had succeeded McFarlane as national security advisor, initialed it on Reagan's behalf. It approved using a private agent as a go-between. North already had arranged for such an agent. He called it the Enterprise. It was a network of secret operatives, shadow corporations and Swiss bank accounts. He could use them to do something that might be illegal under Boland II but would further a cause dear to the president. He could divert profits from the Iranian arms sales to the Contras. It would keep them together "body and soul." Secretly, Cannon says, North and the Enterprise demanded far more money from the Iranians than they paid the Defense Department for the missiles; just two of the shipments had yielded $6.3 million in profits. North kept none of the money for himself, but fellow operatives in the Enterprise pocketed some. North gave much of the rest to the Contras. On Nov. 3, 1986, a Lebanese magazine, Al-Shiraa, told about a McFarlane visit to Iran and said he had sent weapons on Reagan's behalf. Three days later the Los Angeles Times and the Washington Post broke the first full story of the Iran arms sales. Diversion of profits to the Contras remained a secret, but Congress exploded in anger, and the trading of arms for hostages sputtered to a close. By Cannon's count, Reagan had sold more than 2,000 missiles and in excess of 200 spare parts to Iran. Operatives in the Enterprise had pocketed $4.4 million. Another $3.8 million had gone to the contras, in defiance of the law established by Boland II. The CIA's Buckley had died in captivity. Three American hostages had been released, but terrorists had taken three others in their stead. The president's first reaction was a "no comment," his second, a denial. Then his denial became confusing: He said that Weinberger and Shultz had supported an initiative toward Iran, which he had already denied existed. He refused to concede that he had traded arms for hostages. "Our government has a firm policy not to capitulate to terrorist demands," he declared to the American people in a televised speech. "That no-concessions policy remains in force, in spite of the wildly speculative and false stories about arms for hostages and alleged ransom payments. "We did not — repeat, did not — trade weapons or anything else for hostages." Playing "Wheres William" During Reagans 2nd term And that's a good thing that we were not trading weapons for hostages, cause we seemed to give those dickheads a lot of weapons and didn't get Buckley back.

Ok, I'm up for that. _______________________________________________ They may have just been slow, but I feel positive it really speeded us up. I'd not seen or really thought about it before, but the effect was noticible to me, and Andrew mentioned it later, so it wasn't just me dreaming it. He's been climbing @ 30 years too, so it's not like we're ignorant ..... well....... too much beyond normal is what I mean. Or ask Gent, he was the 3rd (or 1st or 2nd depending on how you look at it), he's a very honorable and honest guy as anyone who knows him is aware. See what he thinks.

Should be a good weekend to shovel dirt as its forecast for rain all weekend. Since my foot still hurts and I'm going to Red Rocks in a couple of weeks, I'd better stay off of it some. My last "helper" up there got the shakes from the fear of God and bailed out real early last time as soon as he rapped past the top loose rock I had not trundled yet on route #1 which is basically pretty well done otherwise. I was planning on shoveling route #2 and had just started until he got below me, so I took a break to clear him and his stuff out of the way. He helped by contributing a name: "Bill's Buttress". Keeping with tradition that every 15' of rock needs a formation name, and Salethe Wall was already taken I suppose. So I'll be at Bill's Buttress on route 2 with the shovel and other implements of destruction again as long as it's classic NW rain (slow and light) and not classic Midwest rain (can't see or breathe till it stops unless you are equipped with a snorkel-mask combo or Scuba gear)! If you look over the edge of the cliff and see what appears to be a dirt-clod shaped object attached to a climbing rope, that's me. I hope to lose some weight sometime. Then I'll look like a small dirt clod anyway. BTW, if you kids who were up there laying down with your heads over the cliff edge sniggering, sniggering looking at each other then sniggering some more at me last weekend show up and start laughing or sniggering again, I have a plan to drag you into this morass of hard labor too, so watch out. It may be true that your amusement last weekend did make me laugh at myself. Ill admit it's an unusual sight. Pretty funny. Much like the visual of a love starved Poodle mounting a stuffed Ottoman. However- We'll see how funny you think it is when you're shoveling mass quantities of rock and dirt while hanging off a 11 mil rope all vertical like tearing your fingernails off and getting filthy. I can already assure you that your crying, wailing and pleas will find a deaf ear with me. AHHHH-HAAA! You know what they say: "He who sniggers first sniggers last". So shoveling. Then drinking. Probably in that order too having learned my lesson earlier this year. The last time I got it mixed up with the 3 or 4 highball cocktail opener before firing I was shocked to peel off and violently landed on some uneven rocks from higher than I should have been - got lucky and didn't break anything, but some of you may have seen me walking around all limpy like for quite some time. Very interesting in that it did not hurt at all until the next day. Repeating the mantra for my learning only: Shoveling. Climbing. Then drinking. So shoveling. Then drinking. Got it: Shoveling. Then drinking, then shoveling, then drinking then shoveling then drinking then shoveling then climbing the raining the shoveling then drinking then wet then shoveling then climbing. LOOK OUT FOR THE ROCKS DUMBASS - DOHHHH-OUCHHHHHH Crap, I think I know how I got it mixed up last time.

Hard to say, but I don't think you can count yourself popular until you have your own brand of condoms. BTW if any beer mfgs. need someone to sponsor, I want it known that I'm available. Bill

I agree with your statement. Concerning the first part of the comment, *ahem* *cough* *ahem* .......hmmmmm....must have just been my time of the month! Words of wisdom Crimper - thank you for pointing out the obvious truth. Everybodys voice is important, and often critisim can be very enlightening, truthful and empowering. _________________________________________________________ Point of this post: Follow up to the tree thing. I ran into Ranger John Ernester in the parking lot after hiking back down last Saturday and he brought the tree up to me. (He suprisingly asked my how my foot was doing!? I was all like WTF? Hmmm, as it seems they might be reading these pages let me just say now that these are really great, hard working, and concerned people! ) Anyhooo, he indicated that the Hortoculuralist for Washington State, Lisa __??__ repeated what both Ffei and Stewart already indicated on these pages, putting anything on the tree roots is a bad idea and will likely lead to an earlier demise as the hardened roots change back to water bearing roots and probably rot. I did go look at the tree, and the end of the long dry spell we had had really changed the way it looked in my eyes. Mere water seemed to revive it and perk it up. So thats a non-issue. Final note: you can tell from the people who park wrong taking up 3 spaces per vehical that many people are offline and out of the "Beacon Rock please park head in updates". Take care - Bill

True dat, but I suspect we could all find it within ourselves to easily point the finger to another and say "Dude "MuffPointed" it!~

BTW, if that place gets popular I would expect it to get shut down. A guidebook would (IMO) be very counterproductive. __________________________________________________________ Edited to add that someone PMed me to say there were 2 ( TWO ) semi-secret Ozones in Washington and I was talking about the wrong one. So there ya go. They might be wrong about that as you live in Camas, close to the one I was thiking of. Since it is supposed to be secret how do we discuss it on a public forum like this? I've done some first ascents at one of them (no bolts or pins so it's disappeared into the ages now), but don't want to talk about it as I think at least 1 area around here should be kept off the books. Thanks for the heads up, btw, I know of another (I believe) unclimbed cliff in Washington State, which I think I might have to now name "Ozone" when I get out there. That would lead to 3 secret Ozone crags and a bunch of confused climber heads. That should stir the "pot" so to speak.

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I think climbing a lot and not carrying a lot of weight helps. When I was Mike Laytons weight, I easily pulled Dr Feelgood in Yos and Monkee Farce at Smith. Now both of those routes cause me to bleed because of sharp crystals. Course you can do a 3rd class bit to avoid the 5.11 Dr. Feelgood start which we phat peoples need to do nowadays! It beats chalking to soak up the blood after the fact!

Thanks G, yeah a couple of beers and I'm usually heading off this kind of direction: The true story Until somebody yells at me telling me to shut up and go to sleep anyway!

So money is an issue for the rope tarp? (Not a bad suggestion A5 BTW). Try this: all you need is a piece of meat and an ice axe. May I suggest you start by driving around that area of town where your working poor live. These areas are easily recognized by the boats and the trailers in the driveways, multiple cars: all too young to be classics yet too old to be anywhere close to new. In fact, there may be 4 vehicles which all share a single battery, said battery being rotated to the car with the most fuel in it. There may be 4 tires on them as well if they are not jacked up and on blocks; however it would be rare to see all 4 filled up. Leaves cover the cars. Last years leaves are under this years leaves. -anyway- Blue tarps abound on the roof tops. AHHHHHHHHH you spot the prey....shhhhhh, quiet is called for now that you have the prey in your sights. Remember that there are armaments and a well armed populace inside the homes. The little kids can outshoot most police and military personal. At this point it is not just mandatory that you have that hunk of raw meat, but that stealth and quiet be strictly enforced. Raw meat you say? Yes. Raw Meat. Park a few houses away. Quietly creep up to the house in question, directly via the frontal approach, avoiding the fenced yard and keeping your meat in your hand. Yes, your meat is in your hand. You heard me. Toss the meat over the fence. Hey, what kind of meat did you think I was referring to ya sickos. Anyhoo, that takes care of the Rotweiler/Lab/Wolf/Pekineese cross that lives in the mud and filth of the backyard. Take the axe and hooking one of the already torn corner grommets pull smoothly so that the tarp drags towards you. This must be done before the Rotweiler/Lab/Wolf/Pekineese cross that lives in the mud and filth of the backyard finishes eating your meat or it will get loud quick. Don’t worry about what’s happening inside the home, they’re all glued to the tractor pull which is blaring at 200 Db on the cable TV. Roll the tarp up and run like the dickens, taking care to to defecate on yourself from fear as you book out toward the car with the rolled up tarp under your arm. Voila, you have successfully score rope tarps for you and all of your friends. Course, you could go to the hardware store and buy one for about $4 too but of course that's not as sporting.

That's a great thing. I saw him borrow Nolses [snip]. Nice to see harmony in the universe! Perfect! Congrats Mike!

More than I use to. I still rarely tape, but noted that when we were running up Serenity-Sons of Yesterday last May and trying to make fast time, that you could almost just toss your hand in and pull. Toss and pull, toss and pull. No futzing around here or there to reposition cause the back of your hand found that sharp feldspar crystal or rugosite. It made a signifigant difference of speed especially higher up where the crack hadn't seen the pitons smoothing the crack out like the first 3 pitches got. When you add up 3 people doing like ? 9 pitches or whatever that was. How many hand placements would that be? 3000 per person for the route? The tape really speeded up the 3 of us outrunning the party of 2 below us. They started right on our 3rd persons ass and were on like P2 or so as we hit P7 or P8 something dramatic like that. I'd always used it to help minimise ripping the crap out of my little thin-skinned delicate pussy no-callosed hands. I never thought of taping to really increase your speed, but it helps a lot. Other than that, I've been taping the holy crap out of my foot the few times I've been getting out (but it still hurts even on easy cracks), and it helps to give some strength.

Click the link Nolse posted yesterday for the full meal deal daniel.

I've never been to the low brow. the link you posted which explains the place says this however: "where it sits in the Pearl District, that's as low as you go." So thats good enough for me. Like to do the Low Brow, and isn't it closer than Rogue too? BTW, anyone interested in eating out: the steaks at On-Deck (kioti mentions it above) range from good to most exellent and is one of the best places in the city to get a steak IMO. Better than Ruth's Chris, Ringside and City Grill (the old Atwaters on top of the US Bank Bldg.) and as good but signifigantly cheaper than El Goucho. Directly across the street to the west from On Deck (and cheaper too) is one of the best value restaurants in town (If you are into high end continental/French food) called Daily Cafe. Avoid the Sunday Brunch: overpriced at $12.95. They rotate a small selection of entrees based on whats fresh, the quality ranges from "OMFG you have to try this to Wow, that's pretty good".