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Be sure to find the tree rappel in the trees below Kieths, it leads to a bolted anchor on top of Gorilla of my dreams at the Winkie Dinky cliff, where you can get a few more pitches in. Better than the walk back down the upper wall trail. One can then rap to Terminal Preppie (by Roger's corner), making for a TR-riffic day of climbing!

Well, I never posted such a large picture of myself, but I guess it's ok for you to do so. Note the Index tick list shirt, homemade hat and pants and custom marble bag that holds the pieces of scavenged chalk...

Olys gif opened the door wide open to a new all gifs all the time thread.... it's a new all time low!

How about one you can pee into so you don't miss a moment of that oh-so exciting baseball game? Prehaps a half and half model?

Blue steel?

Great shot!

This might not be the best week to work in an Oklahoma oil refinery (103 with a +10 heat index)

Afganistan car alarm

I don't know about break up climbs, but I have a solo get-together story. Every summer I travel north to visit the folks and climb with friends. I usually spend the first night home in L-town, visiting with friends and soloing a circut of easy routes. The climbs were fun, but I was lonely in a way. (note: las vegas might not be the best place to meet outdoor minded ladies) Anyway, I was driving back from the canyon when I passed a certain river rafting company just as a really cute girl was getting out of the pool. I took a good long look as I passed, and right then I decided that rock climbing was about the stupidest thing in the world. What was I doing?... why was I wasting my time wanking about on some stupid rock?...climbing sucks! The image stuck with me until the next summer. I went back to L-town, where I managed to meet that very same girl... and she was a climber! We were married a year later.

How about a guide with fill in the blank grades? (Kinda like scoring a round of golf)

....I have a rain collection system, a generator, and an RV water pump. I think I'm in love, ( wait... no trap line?)

As Dru would say... the highest face is the one having the most fun.

My deepest sympathies, what a sad situation.

Anybody who has ever fished a crick knows, the differences between a creek and a crick are many. A creek is a small river, gently flowing, with small pools and shady riffles that hold modest populations of excitable, innocent fish chasing bugs and gnats. A crick staggers along like a drunk after closing time. Full of snags, junk and the occasional wrecked car, a crick might hold fish, but they are shady characters who would rather bum a cigarette butt or relieve you of your wallet, and probably choke to death if they ate a real fly.

A white russian is still a perfectly acceptable breakfast.

I reccomend a hearty stew. CLICK HERE The taste is somewhere between alligator gar and blue heron. Of course, heron can have that unappealing kingfisher-esque taste if not prepared correctly. The shell makes for a great holiday salad bowl, or a delightful addition to your primative warrior mens group costume.

This one is easy, MORE people need to climb out there. Cathredral Peak has been on my list for years, now might be the time to go. Let them stop me, my selp-professed stupid awnsers can tie up multiple cops for hours. Of course, my spotless record and piercing baby blues will ensure that all will be in vain. I mean, it's a classic Thomas Crown affair type-thing.

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All time favorites: Games climbers play -Perrin Boardman Tasker Omnibus - B&T Americian alpine journal any year Most unusal: Our Everest Adventure by John Hunt A book I found when the Dillingham, Alaska library was giving old books to the village I worked at. First edition, 1954, checked out once ('85)

My grandfather lied about his age,signed up, was a litter bearer in France. He was 13.

Tell these guys

An eight ball and books on tape?

Fote hog!- one of my favorite 5.6's ( and a very exciting solo)

Nice! What is that unfrozen waterfall in the background?