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Chickenhead - complete with comb. They should have used a slip knot or girth hitch.

Yeah, their mountains especially suck. You wouldn't like them.

You could do a story on two old friends, Tom Hornbein and Pete Schoening. These guys are famous for, respectively, being the first to climb the West Ridge of Everest, and singlehandedly saving the lives of an entire climbing team on the first American attempt of K2. They are old guys now, but they still get out and do some great scrambles and bushwacks in the local mountains. Pete has cancer but still gets out. These guys have many first ascents of many popular peaks and crags in this area, for example Yellowjacket Tower, a veritable right of passage for novice climbers.

Just about everyone knows someone who has been caught in the famous (and well documented) Concrete speed trap.

Sure, there are plenty of people stupid enough or ignorant enough to go out. Make sure you have both a start and stop poll marker bracketting your poll options.

You could do a story on one of our climbing prodigies, such as colin. He's quite a rising star in the Northwest.

Isn't it a bit early to start drinking?

I've climbed with this guy. He is the real deal.

I think trask is shy. He'd probably stand off to the side somewhere and just listen. Ever that or he'd be off bothering the bar maids. We wouldn't even know he was there. Besides, I doubt he has any good climbing stories to tell.

I don't think he enjoys having to put on a tie at all. Nor do I think he particularly enjoys talking to reporters, but when it comes time to promote a new book, the man will do what he's got to do.

I was at the most boring meeting ever and had I known about the Thursday Pube Club, would have walked out and had a beer. I would have felt guilty about drinking two nights a week, but screw guilt.

Necro, why does it not surprise me that you are an HP Lovecraft fan. To tell you the truth, I went through an HPL phase when I was in junior high school. I read everything he ever wrote. I think that The Shuttered Room and At the Mountains of Madness were his best.

Excuse the double post, but I was reminded of a story about a poet, I believe it was Samuel Taylor Coleridge, who suffered an illness. In an opium powered delerium an entire epic poem came to his mind. He awoke and scribbled down what he could remember as fast as he could, but was interrupted by an insurance salesman at the door and in the 50 minutes during which he was detained the rest of the poem slipped away. It was called Xanadu. "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river ran, Through caverns measureless to man. Down to a sunless sea..."

What we often regard as profound in our dreams, appears quite trivial in the light of day.

How lame can you get?

Okay, granted, but I was assuming you would be rappelling. Yes, if you are lowering, you don't want to be off belay, and in fact you don't even need a daisy chain.

They are unlikely to ever get "critical mass". It just doesn't make sense to have more than one place to go for information.

Time to find a good locksmith. They can get into anything.

Translation? Go for it.

Way cool. Now I want to give it a shot.

The world's slowest loading web page. Runs off an IBM-XT.

Which means... no time for climbing.

It was a Freudian slip. He meant "stunt". I wonder what he has on his mind? Arresting your patrons for wearing T-shirts can't be good for business. I hope people stay away in droves.

Scuzzy Pluton? Don't forget to look up the real name before you file the report, although I doubt anyone will notice the difference.