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Who's gonna be climbing that weekend? I am going solo and looking for a partner for Friday-Sunday. I "Figger" I could find one easily enough there, but am curious who's doin' what? Skiing? Alpine? Cragging at Mazama? Due to gobies from Royal Flush, I am limited to face climbing this round , so if anyone needs a ropegun to .11+, let me know. You have to be able to follow! So, E

That's what I like to hear!

I was responding to TLG. Sorry.

Is that darker one CHARRED?!? No, wait, it's just a dark board. Whew....

Nice, Mike! Some of them are hard to read, like the want ad, etc. but awesome job!

When neighbors cross the street to avoid you.

Welcome back! Maazzzzaaaaammmmmmmaaaaaa!!

I like the spurs, too!

Additional incentive to meet up with you!

Don't underestimate the power of optimism.

Check with NOLSe, I think he is coming up.

Greetings: I represnt DFA Corp. And my client is getting disgruntled that his name is being tossed around like so much leaf, and yet the content is wholly lacking in references to his esteemed self. Thank you for more quips about: "The good old days at crag.com" "That dashing Chappist DFA" ""Recently OWNING Smith Rock" etc. Corporate Attorney

Watch what -------> spray!

O.K. Let's hear 'em. They have to be personal experiences, and funny. Here's Mine: My friend Ted and I were about 19 and skiing a lot during the winters, working in the fishing industry in the summer. We were based out of Anacortes, and were driving this funky old 1/2 schoolbus conversion. Totally '70's tacky, but great for ski area livin'. We were heading up to Baker for a few days, pulling int Bellingham late, and I called my aunt to see if we could park the bus at her place for the night. She said fine so we headed over. We were getting low on propane, and didn't know where to fill up, so when we got there, I asked her where we might get some. Her response: "I'm not going to go out and get YOU GUYS COCAINE this time of night!" "Umm. Joan? We need propane? For the stove?" Anyway, she recovered pretty well, gave us directions to a station. But when Ted and I left, we wondered if it hadn't been "this time of night" ?? We never did ask.

Just before you get taken to the hospital.

Agreed. I save up all of my childish behavior specifically for these events.

But the real question remains: Was THE KID TOUGH ? Or was he tender? Only the bear knows that, and it sure seems like nobody's askin'

I'll be comin up in 3 weeks to do some climbing. Where ya stayin? Workin for Murray?

No, you don't need to sink that low. That is the path of folly and desperation.

I know you're saving up for the S7 tracksuit top

Some euro-pebble-crap. Who fuckin' cares.

I didn't see the ever-popular velcro gloves in the catalog.

Classic!

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