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"Shhhhh... Did y'all hear som tin over there... Shhhh quit laughin and pass that over here..."

the big one - "I'm from Holland, isn't that weird." the little one - "Oh shut up, ya freaky deacky dutch bastard."

I was just gonna say it was in the Metolius catalog too... it appears to be in a pine grove which would lead me to believe its at a higher, more easternly altidude... could even be in the strawberries, blues, or willouwas... beats the shite outa me though...

I like Cheeseburgers, and fries too... I say we just get the big ole grinder fired up and for every person born, one (at random solection) gets tossed into the grinder... do that for a year, and we might have a population we can deal with...

If I remember corectly, there is a large island in the river that has some decent looking walls, but it also has a vacation home on it. of course I don't remeber if it was east or west of The Dalles. It would be cool if it was public though, every thing in the gourge that i've ever been on is loose and chuncky.... everything between the the blues, and the cascades seems to be that way, at least in the northern part of the state... No boat. although I'm interested as I usta live over that way for a couple years...

mon. = 103 tues. = 105 wen. = 101 all a t 5:00pm in Coburg, Oregon....

more like......

Some of the alaskin breweries bag their beer instead of bottle it, comes in 16-24-64oz sizes... wiskey usualy works good for me... Food: cook and freeze cubed chicken breast, in one zip lock... one can 'O' budwiser, or what ever, cans are lighter then bottle, but if ya realy don't mind the bottle, a blond ale is prefered... seasoning- teaspoon garlic, teaspoon onion salt, teaspoon of peper, dash of ginger in another ziplock... One chinken flavoerd top romen, only use half of the seasoning packet that come with it... Cook ramen in beer, only enough to boil away so the seasoning and chicken can be added to creat a paste, drink the rest of the beer wile eating, or cooking what ever.... this thread feels like day-sha-voo...

I have had a pare of fivetens, that i have beat the dog shit out of and never had a tear, or even the sole peel away from the shoe, the laces are still the origanals... the soles are do for a resole now but they are great for rocky terain, well any terain. the shoe name starts with an I, but with out them hear I couldn'y tell ya... two years is along time for shoes and me. the only problem is the insole is paper thin and I replaced it with a nice insole... hears two of my favorite sites to order shoes from... MGEAR.COM and ok so the other site is to fucking slow for me right now, so do your own seaching...

we here at SAVE OUR SNAFFLE and HAGS THAT CLIMB, believe that the commen PNW snafle may be an endangerd species. We find it very emotionaly upsetting that any one would eat such a precious creature please refrain from mentioning such hidious acts in front of our gentile sesabilities Fuck that those little fuckers will chew a leg off if your not careful... Its kill or be killed when dealing with the visious PNW Snaffle...

Maybe that voice in the back of my head that was trying to get me to start a land slide of rubble down on to the portlanders was satin, never though of it like that... I kept on wanting to push my partner down and surf on top of him wile going down the gulley... next time I wont fight the earge, and I'll let the evil bastered run wild with my body... wha ha ha ha.....

So on my day off last Wednesday I climbed Mt. Thielsen... Some bad Mexican food prevented my partner form showing up on time. As I am eagerly waiting for him in my driveway watching the dark sky turn to a glowing twilight, my neighbor passes by with his dog. We talk, and in his thick Chech acsent he tells me of his trail running story, followed by his wonder-loss for fishing the MacKenzie river. I can't help it, YAK, there goes the morning puke. My neighbor disgusted moves on... Upon his arrival he tells me of his epic bathroom adventure, YAK, round two... He appears to have changed from the Italian I once knew in to an Asian, pale yellowish in the face, and eye slammed shut from the early morning rise... this is a trip I thought to myself, YAK, OK my stomach is finally setled... We're off chugging mountain dew and eating jerky. Arrive at diamond lake to a sky filled with smoke. We discuss the fires, and how close to the mountain they are. We discuss approach issues, and opp for the longer approach due to some resent controversy on the issue... We're moving, its hot, we're late, and the little bastards (that satin himself sent to the surface just to fuck with the human race) are biting like mad. We reach tree line and pass a pair of climbers, some good people... I bet they were thinking, Those dumb fuckers are climbing now, Ha, they'll have a heat stroke up there... We stop a tree line, to eat some lunch, and proceed on up... Now I ain't gonna lie to ya, the air, with all of the smoke in it, mixed with a fat low lander =ed having a hard time berating down hear, as I'm yelling at my partner to keep his own pase... We get to the false summit on the diamond lake side, My partner gets there first and yell "I'm getting dizzy, there is no way I'm going any futher"... I get up there, and sit on the edge of a 1500' or so cliff, catch my breath. We see seven other people round off the back side and start down. They turn and look back up and see us sitting on the ledge. Probable not knowing that their voices carry up to us, because I'm going to give them the benefit of the dought; One says to the other, "Oh, they are not going to summit, they are just hanging out there". I turn to my partner and say "What the fuck!", then yell back down at them "Watch me Bitch". I cool down a little and start up the edge of wht is suppose to be this nice and unexposed scramble... As I'm fully exposed to the 1500' cliff and climbing 5.3, with a 5.4 crux in my approach shoes, did I mentioned I was unroped too. I thought to myself, fucking guide book is fuck wrong, either that or I'm a fucking pussy and this seems a lot scarier than it should... I down climb and and we enjoy the view... We bail off the mountain and catch up with the other group down at the bottom, portlanders, hence the other thread... and apperantly the nice and easy scramble is up the back side, PPFFTT..... Back to the rig; mile 10, blisters are starting to form, mile 14 back at the truck, and glad to take off the shoes... 14miles/1 summit/4000' of elevation gain... OK had a blast, a bit tired, need more water... "O FUCK" I yell as I look at the gas gage. less than a quarter tank and its 50 or so miles to the last gas station I remembered seeing. "O praise the lord" I mumble as we see a sign for gas at diamond lake resort... We made it home and indulged in my favorite end of the climbing day activity, Pizza and Beer... Now I was pondering to myself, after it took a couple days for the blisters and sore spots to go away. I have my days off, and I Wake up butt ass early, and either work my ass off, or beat myself up; all doing some thing I love mind you... but it makes me feel like my days a work are my days off and my days off are when I work... Hence the Work is play and play is work...

I want to check out what apears to be a cave about 70-80 feet off the deck up in the mackinzie river caynyon near the falls, on sunday... thats part of it and the rest is on tuesday, but that intails a funeral no fun there.... and ther is always the usual

Thats awsome!!! People that bitch and moan on whatever, weather is be on the mountain, on the rock, or just out on the trail... These peolpe have driven me to do some of my fastest and thoughtless asents ever... you want to get away from them so bad that you just hual ass and don't think about the moves, you just make them...

MMMMMM, BOOBIES!!!

I mean flying it is one thing but I've never seen anyone drive one down the street...

How exactly do you drive a helicopter?

AH HHUUMM ON MY BALLZ!!!

Which one of you is an Austrailan... or do ya know an ausy climber that was on Thielsen yesterday, 7/23/03...

Good call Ryland, 7th and 6th... see you - see me - see whoever - see myself puking out back - see dog farting on bum - see chestbeaters - see sandbagers - see gapers - see pool shooters - see beer drinkers - OH whatever, I'll be there so see you there....

The bass fishin rocks out of San Antonio, other than that I don't have much to say other than Dallas is a true sucker of ass place to be any and all times of the year or life span... Luckenbock is cool... but they have no mountains ...

Growing up out in the country my friend paul and I usta get paid to take care of bears that where living to close to our neibors houses, and disrupting the animals, garbage, and what nots... The hills out side of Eugene have quite a few black bears living in the... Black bears this far south that live in populated areas are pretty teritorial to there den, even during summer... We usta track them to their dens and tear things up, shred ivory soap, and piss every where; the bears would relocate to a higher elevation(further from the private properties)... looking back on it I feel bad for doing it, fuck its not like the bears knew they were being a nusence but as a kid you do what ya can to be able to pay for that friday night date...

I am a bear!!!

at the fairy street bridge... High st. between 6th and 5th...