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One more thin wafer for Monsieur ?

An aside: I remember Mom telling me a story about early Camp 4. The campers were put with the climbers back then at "Pratt's Camp", as it was called. Chuck's idea of a good time was to set all of the camper's dogs loose at 1AM and sit back and watch the fun. Thanks for the quotes and info!

Congrats, Kurt! I've got some buddies and we all drink bleach You know we practice what we preach We're not a drunken bunch of frat-boys Trashed on beers Or a stoned bunch of hippies With no careers I wanna drink bleach with a Georgia peach My pals and I all drink Clorox Or eat Snowy Bleach right out of the box Teenage suicide rate's shot high And we understand the reasons why Bleach does more than whiten socks Don't you wanna hang out with the Bleach Boys, baby? In a world where ministers murder golf pros Don't you wanna drink some bleach tonight? Maybe there'll be a party at the beach We'll bitch about life and chugalug bleach No one's getting high, and no one's getting drunk I've got a case of bleach stashed in my trunk I wanna die with Clorox within reach I'm very proud of the respect I've earned And my voice is very deep cause my throat got burned Bleach keeps you young so I've been told Cause no one who drinks it lives to get old Drink it with a chaser was the first thing that I learned Don't you wanna hang out with the Bleach Boys baby? In a world where midgets run for mayor Don't you wanna drink some bleach tonight? I had 26 friends in the beginning But now it seems our numbers are thinning Some people drive fast, others love to bet Still others snort coke in a private jet But drinking bleach is my way of winning Don't you wanna hang out with the Bleach Boys baby? In a world where welders own our schools Don't you wanna drink some bleach tonight? I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach I am so bored! I am so bore

Thanks, Guys. That made my day. and, Yes. That's me playing in the dirt! This is funny stuff, Lowell: The author had not yet climbed with Fred Beckey when he wrote this story, but knew him by reputation: It was Fred Beckey, the Great Pacific Pterodactyl, who first conquered the Nooksack Tower. Pterodactyl? Well, the Cascades are creating their own mythology, and Fred's name appears in summit registers with such monotonous frequency--usually at the head of the list--that the Northwest neophyte is forced to conclude that Beckey flaps in on leathery wings, avoiding the murderous bushwhacking that is the curse of lesser creatures. Regarding the brush itself, the author writes: I crashed toward Dave [Hiser]'s forest-dimmed form and broke out into a sunlit patch populated by man-high plants with broad green and yellow leaves. Pretty, I thought. "Hey, Dave," I shouted, "where's all this devil's club you've been jabbering about?" Dave turned to me gauntly and pointed a bony finger: "Behold, Borghoff," he cackled triumphantly. I peered again at the innocuous plant in front of me. Along the trunk and narrow branches were thousands of tiny, needly barbs, thickly clustered; they looked--well, they looked just like the spikes of a medieval club. A devil's club. It bowed to me in mocking salutation. A botanical Mephisto. [...] Slide alder is a perfectly respectable deciduous tree, only instead of growing upward like it should, it has assumed the curse of the serpent and slithers along the ground; it grows outward horizontally from the slope, making each upward step a monumental effort against criss-crossed twining branches. Add devil's club to it, and you have an immense problem. You fight; you grab, stumble, slip, slither backward, and land like an upended beetle on your pack. The brush pushes you down. Mud oozes up. Your ice ax is caught. You are on top a mess of devil's club. It starts to rain. Your feet hurt. You are bushwacking in the Cascades. :laf:

If someone is there video-taping, photographing, or otherwise engaged in observation or documentation of said climb. Free-soloing means just you and the rock. Discuss.

Hi, all. Well, I just got my copy of Glen Denny's Yosemite book in the mail. What a wonderful book! My family and I are on pages 8, 62 and 82. Seeing the pic of my Dad really brought everything back: mostly bad memories. The timeframes would be about ''56 -'68 when he was doing a lot of climbing in California and Washington. Thanks for any info. Erik Wolfe (Borghoff)

...is my alpine dream. skull

There. That's more satisfying.

Twenty year ago I couldn't even spell carpinter, now I are one.

250 feet seems perfect to me. Three pitches.

Mondo Ridge Second ascent, Dude! sickie :[] skull

Hey is that Feck and McKillop in the middle?

:laf:

OK Then ZORSE!!!!

Masturbation causes loss of vital life energy for men over 40. FYI

Rebolt for Jesus! Hallelujah! Can I get an Amen?

But I'm addicted!!! What are you? Some kind of interventionist?

Kewl, thanks for the link.

And now the people of Flagstaff can sleep easy knowing that the water they drink have cleansed the sweat off your nuts. That's the least of the worry. There are hundreds of people throwing their trash in the reservoir every weekend. We picked up a fair bit coming back Sunday. We also witnessed a drunk indian guy flop from 50 feet, knocked unconscious, floating face-down and he lost wind. His drunk friends saved him (barely) as we motored back after hearing the "flop". Where's my flake cam to test?

Yer old, aren't you?

Thanks, Mark.

Funny, I went deep-water soloing both days this weekend an hour from Flagstaff. 25 to 85 feet deep! Plenty of water!

Pics?

Yeah, Harvey takes the cake. Another good one: