olyclimber

there's your excuse...now get to it.

CINCO DE MAYO!!!!! TEQUILA!!!! AAYAYAAYAYAA!!!! FIESTA!!!!!

my next piece will be called "Skull Crushing Under Jackboots"

i'm not sure why i slept through most of that event...must have been bored or something

damn it, why isn't my Mount Miss Helens growth thread as popular as the other ones? What do I have to do?

being stupid when you're unconcious doesn't even count.

if you saw him through a window, it would also be a good idea to start licking the window till he notices you.

next time document your sighting with pictures, please

thats the condensed version of this website. if cc.com ever has a server problem, just print that out and read it over and over again, and you'll be able to make it through the day.

doesn't smith have a reputation as being a sport climbing area? if you wanted to trad crag climb, would you go to smith, or somewhere else? isn't smith a pile of mud?

I see they updated this picture. Back in the day, when you kids were busy filling up your diapers, he was placing a big cowbell in the crack. you kids don't know how easy you have it.

using the internets i found the late breaking news story about a rock climb on Mount Saint Helens bring your pickets for protection!

here he juxtiposed a primitive deer image with futuristic text

his work in the Great Gallery was truly amazing

I hear filling your thermos with hot lava can actually help you climb more like Steve House.

I once had an autographed picture of Steve House and I arm wrestling....but it flew out of my car when I was driving home from the picnic.

ya, he was an awesome artist in the Barrier Canyon style. truly amazing, he left his mark all across the canyons of utah.

or nail it. or screw it. of course you could just place it too. so many options.

if i had had a fat kid with me at ozette, i surely would have cut him open and crawled into his stomach for warmth

Then the man drowsed off into what seemed to him the most comfortable and satisfying sleep he had ever known. The fat kid sat facing him and waiting. The brief day drew to a close in a long, slow twilight. There were no signs of a fire to be made, and, besides, never in the fat kid's experience had it known a man to sit like that in the snow and make no fire. As the twilight drew on, its eager yearning for the fire mastered it, and with a great lifting and shifting of forefeet, it whined softly, then flattened its ears down in anticipation of being chidden by the man. But the man remained silent. Later, the fat kid whined loudly. And still later it crept close to the man and caught the scent of death. This made the fat kid bristle and back away. A little longer it delayed, howling under the stars that leaped and danced and shone brightly in the cold sky. Then it turned and trotted up the trail in the direction of the camp it knew, where were the other food-providers and fire-providers.

Right. So the fat kid can pull you down a crevasse when he crashes thru a snowbridge diving for the krispy creme he dropped. at least you will have a nice cushion to land on! and you know that the fat kid will get wedged between the walls of the crevase before you will so you should have plenty to room to climb out! like a human chock stone

i forgot to mention case of beer in the kayak that caused it to be lopsided in first place and that i washed the snickers bars down with

hypothermia is a much better buzz

ahhhh....the middle ages. those were the good old days.