gapertimmy

did somebody say steaksauce?

steak sauce?

STEAK SAUCE BEYOTCH!

mmm, everything tastes better with a little STEAK SAUCE 8=D

steak sauce.

vail sucks. i'm back late friday night, working sat/sun

what about that other gaper that drove you back out there!

plabtheplab plabplab plabisplab plabnotplab plabplabplab

w00tw00t

maybe that dude with the samuri sword is back!

wow, some action in the oregon forum! thanks for sharing the TR skyclimb. i think everyone needs to step away from the keyboard, go get sum, and come back and post nice mountina porn pics.

left the shoes at home, it is snowing, but unfortunately most the week i'll be in meetings talking about TPS reports

any bouldering to be had this time of year around vail?

my weekend ended on friday night, but it was fantastic, check OR forum for TR'z

Climb: Mt. Thielsen-West Ridge/West Face Date of Climb: 4/9/2004 Trip Report: .... and the debouchary began. Fejas straight representin yOOg3n3 rolls into the Diamond Lake Resort, and busts out a Budweiser tall boy for me. effin-a. mini pub club southern orygun style then begins down at Thielsen Trailhead. Beers, bad jokes, and SICK jib fest on picnic tables went down. It was plab. And it was effin cold. We awoke around 7am, still dang cold, and slowly got movin. The prior evening's activites made me have to increase PTL ratio for trailheads, a few times: workin some stuff out at the TH, notice bloddy nose from prior evenings moustache rides The cold temps brought primo skinning conditions in the trees. We followed up the blue diamonds throgh the lower trees, and slowly worked out the hangovers. Fejas Skinin in the trees Our keen sense of direction told us that we were travesing a bit too far to the North, so we charged up a little glade to the base of the West Ridge route. The snow was still nice and firm, the last bit of Coors lite had exited my system, and we got our first view of Mt. Thielsen through the trees: summit pinacle from low on the West Ridge We stopped and had a quick snack, and in under an hour we had popped through the trees onto the west ridge. The NW face of the mountain looked super tasty... big cornices dotted the ridge line, and the corn chub was lookin good. NW Bowl and West Ridge We skinned up along the West ridge, jumping in and out of the trees along the ridge. We got up to around 8000' and checked out the terrain options. Although some of the shots off the ridge into the NW bowl looked tasty, the snow as staying pretty firm in the light breeze. A quick traverse to the South yielded some FANTASTIC fields of corn on the SW face. The temps were perfect, the snow was even better, and we ripped 'em and let it ride. SW Face, Southernish Ridge fejas getting the goods, bailey in the distance Did I mention the corn was fantastic? Fun turns also lower down in the trees, and after a quick beer break at the base of the ridge, we were back at the TH in no time. More greeezy food at Diamond Lake: a good time was had by all. Approach Notes: ~ 1' of snow at TH still, but trail is snow free in spots. upper bowl is melting fast, get at it quick.

Climb: Mt. Bailey-SE Ridge/S Bowl Date of Climb: 4/8/2004 Trip Report: After 1 too many days in a row of working, there was a bunch of pent up ski need flowing through my viens... regardless of the number of lift served runs I may have had, my body needed some slog, followed by corn. The plan was simple, pack in as much tourin, skiin, and drinkin as possible in 2 days time.... location: Southern OR Chosscades, sickmofopadnah: Fejas. game on. Like many nights before a trip, sleep didn't come well wednesday night. While lying in bed thinking of corn, and beer, and plab, I decided that I ought to cruise down early the next day and check out Mt. Bailey. I had heard many good things about the hill from Snow Cat skiers, so I had to chikity check it. A quick 1:45 drive South of Bend, and I was at Diamond Lake Thielsen in the Fog Thursday Morning Regardless of guidbook aid, I wandered around the lake looking for the best access point. I finally figured out that 3 Lake Snowpark was the spot, and I was off skinning by 9am, it was already warm. The summer trailhead is about 2 miles from the snowpark... I made the mistake of skinning along a makred nordic trail to the Bailey TH proper, this added in some unecessary glides onto the approach, but still fun. The SE ridge trail countours gently up the left skyline in the picture below... the snowpark is just about at the far left end of the pic With the iPodmini rawkin, and not a soul around for miles, NO sled's buzzing around, I was one happy camper. The higher I skinned up the ridge, the better the views got, and the number of sick lookin lines inside the avalanche bowl started to appear looking into the avy bowl from the ridge, summit is towards the middle A light breeze on my face, sunshine on my shoulders, and corn under foot, I was stoked. The level of stoke was reaching near record highs as I ripped the skins, took one last glimpse at the next days adventure, and started to RIP IT UP LOL down the SE ridge and South bowl Thielsen from Bailey Summit Ridge It was really tough to restrain myself from dropping into the bowl, but the descent down the ridge and southern bowls did not dissapoint. Goods, gooooooods, all over the place. Before I knew it I was back in the flats, in sloppppy snow. A bit of battle skiin through the trees, and some more miles along, I got back to the TH. Total distance, around 13 miles, 3k+ elevation: long slog, good turns, great views, good times = stoked Drove over to the freaky ass Diamond Lake lodge, ate greasy food, and then fejas rolled in... to be continued, in the next TR Gear Notes: GPS with good waypoints would make this tour a bit more quick in early season like this Approach Notes: 3' of snow at snowpark still

^bump^

fahk, i miss my days back at the udubya when i had M-W-F off, live it up while it lasts fellas

no she said

Touching the Moustache... a cc.com love story just look at the admiration in her eyes... as she glances deeply into his blue blocker sunglasses.... the glasses, yes the glasses make him mysterious, his thoughts and amitions shrouded from the world by the glasses and the protective sun cap. she can't help but wonder what force drives this man, but she knows for sure that this force is what makes her come back for more.. they first met a few years ago during a downclimbing practice at leavenworth.... .... The intensity with which he focused on perfecting his downclimbing and angled-slab walking techniques spoke to her of an overwhelming passion for life. She yearned to tap into the well of energy that drove him to walk up and down slabs until he got it just right. The caring with which he taught others to walk up and down slabs touched her deep inside: he had a soft side underneath the rugged exterior that excited her. She would visit his tent when the sun went down and they would speak of life, love, and angled slabs... ...somehow, in the presence of this man among men, she felt empowered yet protected. As if she could do anything. With Herbert watching over her even dirt rapelling seemed possible. ...the real questions that burned in her mind, and in her loins, were "did he give mustache rides for free?" and "How did he keep that hat so gosh-darned clean?" .... that night after everyone had eaten their horsecock, and retired to their tents, she ventured over to his tent and saw him writing in his journal by headlamp light. he was stripped down to his REI tightey's, yet he was still wearing the hat and sunglasses.... his moustache still perfectly clean, even after all the dirt rapelling and moustache rides, her mind began to wander... now more than ever the enigma known simply as 'the low angled slab man' was simply errisistable. Lust burning inside her, threatening to consume her very being, she knew she must act. She removed her Salomon SuperGaper plastic doubleboots and donned her Salomon Fukame stilettos. Drawn as a moth to a flame, she nervously approached his tent... Her throat went dry as she envisioned herself kissing her way down the low angled slab of his rock hard abdomen towards HIS horsecock...she snuck away to her tent to pleasure herself... As luck would have it, her Salomon Fukame stilettos complimented her Capilene thong over polypro from Patagonia Intimates with matching Synchilla push-up bra. There was no way he could resist her now... ...and then catbirdseat showed up out of nowhere, rallying for a latenight scrabblefest with triscuits and grape juice, followed by an epic discussion involving obscure climbing scenarios and inappropriate knots. Suddenly, he produced his massive shaft. "My, that's huge!" she exclaimed. "Well..." he blustered, "tomorrow we are embarking upon a July ascent of the Old Mt. Si trail, and you can never be too prepared as I am with this 95 cm ice axe". "Can I touch it?" she asked coyly... She was enamored with low angled slab man, and spent many a night fantasizing about him; her hips moving in time with his rest step. However despite her best efforts she could not shake "glissading in shorts man". She knew he was no good for her, yet he still visited her in her most vivid dreams. She was so distracted by the firm cherry red posterior of glissading in shorts man that she completely erred in positioning the head of her ice axe while practicing glissading. Though the dagger sharp pick of her axe was safely wrapped in multiple layers of duct tape, it was still pointed at that most delicate portion of her anatomy. He gently corrected her hand position, and suggested that after the wrap up meeting she retire with him to his well constructed snow cave for some instruction in the art of horizontal glissading. “How will I know its you?” she asked. He replied that he had his name written on duct tape in a place only the most privileged of students would see. ...alas this story ends sadly for low angle slab man. For during a night of intense mustache riding, the combination of heart racing lust and altitude caused him to die from a pulmonary edema. She closed his eyes,carefully draped her capilene thong over his face and dug a snow pit. By the time she made it to high camp, she was already falling for polypropylene-and-shorts man...Many had doubted that being a world travelled trustafarian with a pretty face and a bank sponsorship could get her to the top, but now she knew she could prove them all wrong!!

can't wait

MAY 1 baby!!!

bagels are bulky, substitute with tortillas, save space and packs a punch. snickers

fuck i'm starting to type like fejas.