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I can't believe that Brawley, CA or San Bernardino, CA aren't on that list. Washinton State doesn't have any on the list. What about Kent or Yelm?

A party of Cascadians- Dave Maher, Marcel Schuster and Mike McGuire of Yakima- and Gene Prater of Ellensburg climbed Liberty Ridge on the north face of Mount Rainier on August 21, 1955 (second ascent). According to Gene Prater, the party "followed Liberty Ridge, but stayed on the ice to the west of the rock until about 12,000-12,500 feet, where we cut back across the rock just below the last rock. So we climbed on no rock, except for what stuck through the ice. We were on verglas nearly up to where we left the rock behind us. We picked the ice route on the shady side of the ridge to avoid rockfall...Up to where we got above the last rocks we were exposed to rockfall. The worst was from where we first got on the ice above the Carbon Glacier up to the 'thumb' on the ridge about 11,000 feet. A chimney (that) the first ascent party used above the thumb coughed out a generous load of rocks as we were getting up to that elevation, so we stayed on the ice. "We used 12-point crampons with the hinge welded and our technique was to use 'all four's': ice axe pick for one hand, ice piton (which didn't work very well) for the other hand, and front four prongs of each crampon, which works well. Two teams of two made it much easier to dodge rocks. We 'climbed over' ourselves, one man going up to his belayer and a rope-length beyond to set the next belay, which, after two or three thousand feet is real work. Near the last rock we left the verglas behind, too, and had hard-crusted snow where we could get the axe shaft in for the belay, although it took a good solid blow with the foot to kick a step. "We camped near 7,500 feet, close to the last place to get on the Carbon Glacier, which was pretty broken up this year, but we should have camped on the glacier. We started at 1:30 a.m. and crosssed the schrund about 4:30 a.m., so the sun had a chance to shine through a notch in the ridge below the thumb and let loose the rocks that were the worst hazard. A three-hour head start would have been much wiser, I feel, and would have lessened the risk proportionately." These climbers had a support party, as required by the Mount Rainier park rangers. Reported by Victor Josendal Climbing Notes, pp 56-57 The Mountaineer: Volume 48, Number 13, December 28, 1955

Air density will be about 20% less at 100C than at 20 C or equivalent to an elevation of 3000 ft.

Frenchman Coulee Cookies 1 cup chopped walnuts 1 cup dried currants 2 tsp. ground cinnamon 1 tsp. ground cloves 3 cups all-purpose flour 1 tsp. baking soda 3 eggs 1 -1/2 cup packed brown sugar 1/2 cup shortening 1/2 cup margarine Beat the sugar, grease and eggs together and then add the rest of the stuff. Drop 1 tsp on ungreased cookie sheet and bake at 375 for about 10 minutes.

They are cinnamon current walnut drops with cloves. They are really tasty and would be good for bringing on climbs, because they aren't all crumbly. About half an hour after you eat one, you smell cloves. I guess the oil circulates in your blood or something weird like that.

When you think about it, that's a pretty damn good photo as tent shots go.

Ever taste aluminum? It doesn't taste too good.

I don't know this guy. I just stumbled on his web site and thought he had some really nice mountain pictures. Portfolio

Have you stopped to consider that since most of the ladies like kids you might be closing avenues by voicing such an opinion? The problem is there isn't really any up side to it. Hey, screaming babies on airplanes bother me every bit as much as the next guy, but cute baby pictures are nice- no noise and no smell.

Don't inhale that stuff. You might get pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.

Greg, come on and admit it. That mobile is cute and you are just jealous.

The ones who send obnoxious messages are never the ones who show.

You are reverting to form.

Ba-dum-bump-ching!

I suppose the answer would depend on what you propose to pierce it with. Are you considering an icicle?

I got a logical explanation. Hubby was out on maneuvers. He's holding his grenade; he's about to pull the pin when his cell phone rings. It's his wife. She wants him to pick up some milk and eggs on the way home. Hubby fumbles for a pen to write with, absent-mindedly stick grenade in back pocket. Promptly forgets about grenade (because he's a guy). Finishes up his marching and heads home for the day. He sits down in his car and of course, he feels the grenade in the pocket and it is uncomfortable. He pulls it out and says, "damn I forgot all about this", and shoves it in the glove box. Turns on the radio and (because he is a guy) promptly forgets all about the grenade.

There aren't too many problems that duct tape can't solve.

Which of those three items works best for pain relief?

Whatever works for you. Someone else always has one anyway. Saves on weight.

Wrlwind, you have company. I didn't leave the house today. I stayed inside did laundry and baked cookies. Finished reading Range of Glaciers.

Dru, better not leave that first aid kit at home. It's your good luck charm. Under a little known sub clause of Murphy's Law, the day you leave it home will be the day somebody has an accident.

Don't be so hard on the poor dame. It's a common mistake. Lots of people carry hand grenades in their glove boxes. You never know when something like that might come in handy. Unless you are a frequent traveler to Canada, it's just so easy to forget to remove your grenade. I think we need a public relations campaign called Grenade Awareness Month. You could have a billboard that has a checklist: Mirrors- Check, Seatbelts- Check, Gasoline - Check, Hand grenade - Check.

I was going to trot out the theory about men being warmer because of greater muscle mass, but Badvoodoo's theory is quite intriguing. Everything I've read indicates that in cold weather survival conditions women are more likely to survive than men. By saying that women are more sensitive to their extremities, it's another way of saying they are whiners.