HappyCamper

Thanks for the info on the area. I only had a couple hours and was feeling a tad lazy - gave Kila a look-see - it was pretty crumbly, but being 15 minutes from a PBR at Mooses made it the winner. Got a guide book for the spot up 93 - will have to hit that for sure next time - looked like a pretty sweet area.

Going to be around there this weekend. Actually on the west shore of Flathead Lake - but close enough. I have the Edwards climbing book and am looking for something that will be a decent day climb (up to mid-5th class) - but not a serious pre-dawn to dark ordeal. Looked at Brown or maybe something up by Logan Pass (Clement?). Sounds like there might even be some cragging near Logans Pass - the Edward book references some cliffs nearby. Any crags near Flathead/Polson area? Anyone been climbing around there and have any suggestions? Seems like the climbs are all pretty chossy.

Never been, but I feel somewhat incomplete that I will not get the chance to catch a show at the CBGB (closing in a month). Being a Ramones fan - it would have been cool to see one of the haunts of early school punk. This of course got me thinking about cool shows that I would hit if I could go back in time: 1. Ramones at the CBGB at any time during the mid-70's. I saw them at the HUB in the 80's - can only imagine the raw energy in a dingy club. 2. Sex Pistols - San Antonio club - 1978. Interested not in the music more than the "WTF?" and riot that emerged after Sid began mis-behaving. I would prefer to be as far away from the stage and Sid's bass. 3. The Doors - when they were the house band at the Whiskey. I may be influenced by Oliver Stone's vision on this one. 4. Woodstock - The first one. Although maligned a bit now. I bet it was pretty freaking cool to be there - even better if I had my current cynical world view with me there. Boy, what I would give to see Sha Na Na there. 5. Nirvana at the Vogue. I am sure I would not appreciate this in the slightest without some sense of what they became - another loud thrash metal band (well, at least during the Bleach era).

I'd say there is some increase in Seattle-land via observations on the Dexter bike lane superhighway. The increase could also be as a result of more chat in town about biking to work (articles, water cooler chats, yadda yadda). People hear from others riding their bikes who lie about how great it is to get out there and then they start riding, then once they realize the truth, they lie to others too cause they spent way too much dough on the gear to stop. Kind of like Amway. I ride for the chicks mainly - nothing says cool like neon and spandex.

I bet it eases off after this stretch

I usually bring 20oz Stubais for moderate snow - the 6 points look pretty neat though. How did they compare traction wise from say a 10 point? How was it better?

Coolness. Eyed this as both a great multiday trip and a challenging single day. How much water did you bring? Refill along the way?

It wasn't too bad - maybe 2-3 feet at its deepest - a little pushy. There are some other crossing potentials upstream to choose from.

Yes - pretty filled in on the glacier right now. Would be a nice solo trip IMO. Side note: The sign in box mentioned a real big drop off in goats and asked climbers to report any - we didn't see a single one up there. Hadn't heard of this before - wonder what is up?

Climb: Sloan-Corkscrew Date of Climb: 7/24/2006 Trip Report: A couple of us decided to extend the weekend and go up Sloan via the corkscrew on a Monday. The temps were in the 90's in Seattle, so we figured it might be a sizzler. Actually, it stayed pleasant and there was a bunch of runoff on the glacier that we guzzled frequently and thus were able to keep our packs pretty light. The glacier is still pretty filled in. The ledges are free of snow. We made it in a little under 12 hours car to car. We had a pretty decent pace up (maybe .5 - .6 on the SkyKilo/TeleRoss scale) but took lots of breaks to drink water and take in the scenery. Here is the view leaving the trees: Heading up the glacier Looking back on the ledge - nice wide path, not so nice slip consequences. Summit Glacier Peak Gear Notes: Light boots, usual glacier gear (pretty solid bridges right now though), aluminum crampons Approach Notes: sandals for crossing the Sauk are good. The trail is a bit overgrown, but there is tape marking it.

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Climbers v. Kayakers! This could be a great thread to keep the work avoidance going. Keep it coming. The insertion of some classism was a good idea. Still waiting for the "Quien es Mas Macho" part. Pretty soon someone will be writing lyrics evocative of Leonard Bernstein. Both groups carry knives - I smell a rumble.

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There was plenty of snow last Friday to get all the way down to the lot (no exposed dirt patches anywhere).

An axe was helpful when we were there on Friday. The skis/board were nice in the bowl too.

...take up kayaking.

Ditto what Jay uses - works like a champ - stuff doesn't get wet. I have a bias against the backpacks...if you pack them too high, the back of your helmet hits them and makes it hard to look up whereas the messenger bags ride low.

Archenemy: Check out the Cascade Bicycle Club message boards - lots of helpful posts for commuting, likely someone that shares your commute route posts on there. There are some real long distance commuters on there too. They aren't too keen on spray though ;-) http://www.cascade.org/Community/Message_Boards.cfm Watch out for on the road.

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Not to mention Edith Keeler nearly stalling our whole intervention in WWII from the get go. Such a misguided babe.

I was reading about the Cheney incident today and how beers may have been consumed, but noticed that he had 2 DWI's in the 60's in Wyoming. Which got me thinking, how drunk do you have to be in Wyoming in the 60's to get arrested for drunk driving? I thought if you could keep the truck sort-of between the lines in Pong-esque fashion, you were cool. To paraphrase comedian Jim Gaffigan's bit on Presiden Bush's DWI in the 60's (voice of cop) "you're drunk, you're hammered......now drive straight home."

Kayak on the rainy days when you can't climb. Unless you start kayaking on dry days too. And in the winter. Summer too. Oh, and spring. And any time the Wenatchee is running. Sigh, I miss climbing sometimes.

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