lancegranite

Great shot!

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

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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.

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?

I led Pressure Drop years ago. You are right, it is a good TR/ short lead. We had to clean the line, and as I recall the top out was really dirty/ wierd? So many Index routes fall into the catagory of usually dirty but good... too bad. Others: Palatable thrill Tatoosh Fools gold Kieths crack Hips and valleys Pork chop torpedo Sweets for manuel Them Index air force Magic fern End run

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Hiding from the oh-so very miserable weather that plauges sin city every summer, I return to my only inside hobby... building 1/48 scale model aircraft. I admit it, a total geek pursuit. Things were not supposed to turn out this way, I usually carefully maintain my devil-may-care, extreme manboy pursuits: cliff crawling, multigear hill biking, trolling storm tossed waters for stripers, rush hour commuting... ect. Wandering through the local craft store with Mrs. G, I stumbled across the model section. My eyes feasted on snazzy hot rods, elegant multi masted sailing ships and of course, fearsome military aircraft. The near infinate paint selection made me dizzy with consumer delirum.... this was better than new cams! I beg to be allowed to spend my allowance on a F/A-18... she rolls her eyes and relents to my infallable logic, "it's only $15.00, a cheap hobby that cannot possibly make you a widow" Nearly 20 very small (and not so small) aircraft now patrol the skies of our modest home. Spitfires, Tomcats, Apaches, Zeros, Mitchells, Sabres, Hueys, Phantoms and too many number/ letter jobs to count. Opening a dining room cubbard, my wife asks if I'm going to do something with the sleek (if slightly dusty) F-15C that perches on her good china like a hawkish silver gargoyle... "careful with that" I warn..."it was $15.00" Time to come clean folks... What's your most hidden bastion of childish geekdom?

Best wishes Kurt, you are surrounded by many caring people! Here's to you getting better, give 'em hell! -The Granite Family

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