lancegranite

You climb a hundred of my routes and you will be able to buy a soda pop. Place them in the crux for maximum effect. I usually put them in pockets or wedged them tightly. A few friends have found them and reported back to me.

Arch, I lived in Calico Basin for a couple years, so the park really was my front yard. RR is now about 15 minutes from my place in town. We were the first living humans to cross this area in many, many years. Fear and Loathing sits high up on the southeast side of Bridge mtn. We were soloing some easier stuff to get back to civilization.

I put pennies on climbs and boulder porblems that I have FA'd. Use new pennies so the date will reflect the year the route was climbed.

I'll be here.

Nice TR, no pictures?

You know, you can get a job doing that. It's not a bad living either... LINK:IRATA ROPE ACCESS WORK

Three of my friends were working a show (wheel of fortune) a the NOCC, they barely escaped after the hurricane struck. 3/4 of the local stagehand crew lost everything.

pope, this is your chance to show everyone what kind of badass you really are. Show us how the big boys do it...

But GWB does not believe that global warming is real, so that cannot possibly be true.

Waitaminute!!! You were talking about me? Guys like me always are taken... By girls like this: You can paddle the boat though...

Then you can ride in the boat with him if you like. (You must have a PFD.)

Arch, do you like to fish?

He likes to fish, I like to paddle the boat.

He is the one in the orange vest.

Southern Nevada history: Sitting at the base of the Spring Mtns, Las Vegas pioneers experienced a much different view than the modern resident. Greenery was everywhere due to springs that bubbled forth out of the ground, running creeks everywhere and crystal clear ponds of water in many locations. That's why the natives lived here for thousands of years and big whitey followed. The railroads filled their steam engines and early residents had trouble building because ground water would bubble forth when they would dig for foundations. Things changed when they built 900 square miles of houses.

Funny how things change. Some of the most hardcore Red Rock Canyon climbers of their day, guys like Richard Harrison, Paul Van Betten, Wendell Broussard, Bob Conz and Danny Meyers all have reversed their thinking and are now improving their bold climbs of yore with new safe anchors and replacing crusty bullshit protection bolts with new hardware. Talking with Paul, he said that they just did not have a lot of money back then, so the ethic was to leave as little retreat gear as possible. These guys were known as "The Rock Nazis" and were famous for calling sport climbers fags to their faces and dumping buckets of sheep shit of unsuspecting climbers at the Gallery. Richard is a original Yosemite Stonemaster and everybody still cranks 5.11-12 with no problem. so different because these guys put up hundreds of scary difficult routes. Now their kids are repeating their father's testpieces. Nobody is calling anybody a fag these days. You can find all of these guys at sport climbing areas keeping fit and wicked strong. Yes, the old climbs are still runout and many are even harder now due to erosion and broken holds. Attitudes change and it seems fucking stupid to adhere to 25 year old ideas "just because it's tradition". These guys set the pace and were smart enough to realize when their past ideals were just that...past ideals.

spell cheque?

...and again and again and again.

I quit caring 17 posts ago.

shhh, my wife will hear you spraying....

...it's just like Grand Theft Auto.

Reading some of my dad's copies of 101 hikes, I never realized how full of venom the text was. Every third page they bitch, bitch, bitch about the purity of hiking and their superior distain for all other users. Don't these fossils realize that those other user groups are the only allies they have? I don't care if you hike wearing bells and waving sparklers, if you are out hiking, chances are you are not there to drill for oil.( and therefore a friend of mine)

"Thanks again, those ravens were not the friendliest lot ... care for some seeds?"

Anybody want to buy a gnome?

Climbing in Vegas is great, but the summer has a somewhat oppressive effect. Day after day of 100+ temps leave a person grumpy. We have a world class sport climbing area, Mt. Charleston, a 11,915 foot limestone massif just outside of town, but this year I felt largely uninspired for drilled pocket pulling. I bought a touring kayak instead. Lake Mead sits 30 miles east of the strip and is the second most popular NRA in the country. The water is warm, the fishing is outstanding and if you squint your eyes, it looks just like Baja. My usual routine is to wake up at 0300, brew up and roll to the lake, about 45 minutes away. Launching into the warm quiet darkness provides for a deprivation chamber effect, a welcome relief to say the least. Usually the air temps at 0400 are 75+ and the water is about the same, so when your hand goes into the water there is only wetness, but no temprature difference. Usually I have about a hour of total darkness with only Orion and a occasional cyotye as company. This morning I had quite a shock when the sun came up. A 17 foot tri-hull had run aground on one of myfavorite snorkeling/ fishing spots, a rocky point. Powerboat detritus was every where. The boat's owners had abandoned everything and a recient storm had spread the boats contents across 200 feet of beach. Fucking pissed at first at yet another example of why I hate this place, I beach the kayak and inspect the wreck. Flooded to the gunwhales the boat was filled with junk and sand. The boat's 12 volt battery was left in the water so I retrived it, the gas tank floating in the water, intact, thank god ( so much for my fishing spot). Putting it on shore I realize what was initially junk was upon second glance, a whole lot of really good lake booty . The law of the desert is also the law of the deep, the owners could have rented a boat and salvaged the wreck for around $100.00. Instead they chose to abandon a whole lot of stuff and risked a 20 gallon fuel spill in their own water supply. Fuck em' I cleaned up the worst of the mess and took the best of the rest. Upon reaching the car, a ranger pulled up and I told him about the wreck and potential fuel disaster. Nonplussed, he said only "which one is it? there are several right now" The sad tone in his voice suggested that this was just another weekend on the lake... God I hate this place. The take: 3 fishing rod/reels 1 tacklebox (full) 1 tool kit (craftsman!) 1 first aid kit 12 sodas, mixed brands 1 life vest 1 pair Oakley sunglasses 1 multimeter 2 snorkel/mask combos and finally, 1 plastic gnome, red hat/ bird on shoulder