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Thanks, Timm@y.

JayB, well said. I'm glad someone can think clearly and express himself clearly as well.

I allowed for a lot of rope stretch in my calculations.

God gave the Irish whiskey that they would not rule the world.

Here's a Dave Allen joke for you: "Now it seems there was this English soldier that went to Ireland for a vacation because he knew he could get the best whiskey there. (Dave takes a sip from his glass and smiles at the audience from over its rim ... ) Well ... after having had "quite" a night of pubbing he found himself wandering along the side of an Irish road at a very early hour of the morning. Coming up the road was an Irish farmer on his way to market. In his wagon was his prize pig and pulling the load was his best horse. When the Irishman saw the soldier he thought, "Poor soldier. Out this early in the morning walkin' alone. I should offer him a ride." So, he pulled up next to the soldier and asked if he wanted a ride into town. Now the English soldier wasn't too sure about accepting a ride from an Irishman, especially when he saw, sitting on the floorboards, the farmer's rifle. But the farmer insisted and the soldier was quite drunk (Dave takes another sip from his glass and smiles, sweetly, from over its rim ... ) When the soldier was in the wagon the farmer realized he was running late and coaxed his horse to go faster. Just at that moment a wild rabbit ran across the road and scared the horse. He broke into a mad gallop and no matter how hard the farmer tired to stop him, he would not slow down! Then, suddendly, the horse made a sharp turn and the wagon tipped over and everyone fell out. The soldier landed in a ditch, face down, and couldn't move. He knew he'd broken at least one arm and a leg. He was feeling dizzy and thought he might even have sustained a concussion. He had trouble seeing from one eye and knew it was bleeding. From behind him he could hear the farmer moaning over what had happened. "Oh, my poor pig! You've got a nasty cut in your side. I'd best be puttin' you out of your misery." And the soldier heard the farmer fire his rifle into the pig. Then, the farmer saw his horse. "Oh, my poor, poor horse! You've broken a leg. I best be puttin' you out of your misery." And the soldier heard the farmer fire his rifle, again, into his horse. Then he heard the farmer coming closer to him. The farmer turned the soldier over and said, "oh, you poor soldier ... how are you?" The soldier said, quickly, "I never felt better in my life!" "

Trask reports that he is making money hand over fist now that he isn't wasting so much time on cc.com. He says being banned was the best thing that ever happened to him. Oh, and I almost forgot. He asked me to tell you this:

The thing I worry about is when the off roaders ask for motorcycle trails in the forest and the motorhome crowd asks for larger campgrounds complete with hookups, they'll get it because of their willingness to pay fees at licensing time. They will have the clout and we won't.

Chaucer was there in print too. Unfortuantely, in a modern English translation.

Was I just imagining it, or did it look as though his belayer gave him a very "dynamic" belay? He was no more than 10 ft above his last piece, but fell close to 40 ft, by my reckoning.

My partner and I have room for two more. Save $$ on gas. We leave Seattle around 7 am (negotiable), leave Vantage around sundown.

How is talking going to hurt? Diplomacy is much less costly than warfare. I say go for it.

There is a west ridge, a NE face and a SE face. The NE is the steepest one. Which were you on? I noticed that the north face has some real ice on it.

One never knows what issue will draw a our a lurker. Once they do, the feedback either grabs 'em and hold 'em or else drives them back into hiding.

Nice turnout. We had Jim Nelson, Kit, Mattp, Thinker, Marylou, Icegirl, AlpinFox, Sergio, klenke, Snugtop, Treadtramp (beer glass breaker), Toast and there were others, but I am drawing a blank right now. Come on, help me out here.

Hey Alex!

The north face of Pilchuck is one pitch of mid-fifth class if you climb right under the lookout building. Watch out for broken glass and other debris.

They had this contest in Vermont, sponsored by Odor Eaters to find the stinkiest tennis shoes. The judges actually give the shoes the old "stiff test" like your mother used to do. An 11 year old boy won it. Obviously, Ade did not enter the contest. After 10 pitches of Dreamer on a hot day his rock shoes would have won hands down. We had a "stinky rock shoe" thread somewhere, but I'll be damned if I could find it. Rotten Sneaker Contest

Don't wear carbon clothing in a lightning storm. You'll be like a giant spark plug wire.

See you at Pub Club tonight, Alex.

Likewise for chloroplasts and perhaps vacuoles.

Uh, Dru - as long as gravity is the same, a 10m fall has exactly the same forces produced. Fall factor describes how much rope is available to absorb the energy. Sounds like you have a misconception. The impact force developed in a 10 m fall varies with the fall factor. IF is directly proportional to both your weight and the FF. Fall factor and not distance fallen determines whether impact force is sufficient to activate the screamer.

Let's see how long that photo survives.

I think I have them at bay for the moment, but they have a way of returning. I think they are tiny enough that they come through the screen, or else they just hide in some corner.