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As I recall the route is three pitches on the NE Ridge.

Agreed. This is why I like to read Climbing Accidents in North America. There have been those that say "eeewww, why do you want to read that! How morbid". I tell them I read it to keep my head on straight and maintain a healthy respect for the dangers of the sport.

That joke is SOOOOO trask.

Cracked, the difference between you and scottbabsitter is that you know what a simile is.

I think you are mistaken. Thanks for taking one in the butt for the team trask.

Scott, if I could put your brain in a matchbox it would bounce around like a BB in a boxcar.

Nice edit, trask.

No more Amber_Buxom?

Lechery? I thought it was "treachery". Okay, for trask we will make an exception. You remember Ted Kaczynski, right. He was the Unibomber. He sent bombs in the mail. Trask is like that, except he sends filth instead. What he does is rip this horrible cold turkey sandwich fart. Then he has this machine that translates the smell into words. Finally he hits the "Continue" button.

"If this nonsense had only killed Treadwell, we could simply write his behavior off as suicide by bear. But it didn't. It also killed his companion, Amie Huguenard, and, so far, two brown bears. I'm sorry, but I don't know what names Treadwell may have given the dead bears." The bears had names for Treadwell and Huguenard: Supper and Dessert.

You left something out.

I meant to write: Soon they will chow down. Sounds better anyway because it is not in the "passive voice" that Microsoft Grammar hates so much.

Are there any other Utahans who post on this site?

Yep

Chickens don't like them. It is an acquired taste. Soon they are chowing down.

They should at least be properly cooked.

Preety funny.

I plan to make some more winter attempts of Rainier as soon as enough snow has fallen. February is usually the best time for winter climbing, because the crevasses are filled in and the days are beginning to get longer. I was lucky last year to summit twice in two weeks on different routes. The key is to be willing to go at a moment's notice. You can't expect to be a weekend climber and get to the top in winter.

Just do it and don't ask too many questions. Don't brush it out for the first 100 ft from the parking lot. Oh, and don't get caught with loppers in hand.

They don't taste so good? CBS got slimed Stuck fast to his upper calf Detestable goo

DonkeyPunch belongs to Dru.

When was the last time this happened to you? I was out running on an urban forest trail when something flew up and hit the back of my right calf. It stuck there. It felt cold and wet. It was a slug- one of those great big ones. I flicked it off with my finger, but it left yellow goo (insert vomit greamlin here). I was able to wipe off most of it on my sock. I was a bit miffed because up to that point I was making really good time. Go ahead, write haiku. I know you want to.

You're NOT your, goddammit!

For sheer eloquence, trask can't be beat.