Bogen

These two mountain guides are talking, and one is complaining bitterly that he can't get women to notice him. Here, says the other, handing him a cucumber, put this in your pants. Few days later the guides meet up again, and the guide is still complaining: "this thing is making me miserable, and I'm still not getting any women". Other guide takes a look. "Why don't you try putting it in front?"

So these two climbers meet up at the base of a route and one notices that the other has new ice tools. "What'd ya pay for those?" he asked. "Nothing. I was climbing the other day and this beautiful woman walked up, threw down her new tools, stripped off her one piece and said I could have anything I wanted" "Oh. Good choice" said the other guide. "Her one piece would never have fit you"

dammit!

ahh! I was able to link straight to the giantlavalamp site. I wonder if they'll build it. Should we send them the link to the fatal accident?

dammit! why won't that work?

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Did he really say that? Funny!

The film was presented during a program called "Retro Reels" Here, word for word is the exerpt from the program given out at the festival: Here is the blurb about the winning film from the Banff Center website. Note that there is no mention of Bertulis, and that the article was "REVISED November 30, 2004"

You know, I am sure that this film was introduced as exactly what it was. ie an old polish film remastered. I have a program somewhere, maybe that will help.

if you are an american without insurance, this must be a big deal. If you can't go to a doctor... X-rays would be nice in case bones need to be set, or chips removed, but if you feel like doing it yourself, immobilize it for at least a couple weeks, take it really easy for several months - this means light motion and work, just enough to cause an ache but NEVER enough to cause a flare of pain. You must NOT exacerbate (worsen) the problem. There are alot of little bones, and tendons and ligaments all interacting and rubbing against each other in your wrist - a cracked bone or torn ligament coupled with inflammation is bad, grinding it around in there is much worse. NO CLIMBING! heal first, try again later.

New location of Adrian Burke's west coast ice report

I have a friend who regularly gets laid using lavalife

We don't. Worry that is.

In late summer of 1992, we met a man dressed like Moses, except with glasses. He had long white robes, long white hair and beard, sandals, just a small leather satchel, and a long staff with a cross on top. He was walking up the Alaska highway - we saw him for several days before we stopped to ask WTF. His name was George something or other, and he answered our questions very rationally. He told us that he was originally from Monterey, CA. In 1972, he went to Spain to do the pilgrim trek they do there. While on this trek (which is a popular walking tour of all the old cathedrals, with historic significance) god spoke to him and told him to carry on to Jeruselam. In Jerusalem, god again spoke to him, and it was revealed that he was to spend the rest of his life just walking. I asked where he was going, he told us that he was walking to Jerusalem again. "Ummmm...," I said. He replied that he was going through Alaska, then Russia, then India, and on to the middle east. I said, "You know there's an ocean in the way, don't you?" and he answered that the original people on this continent came across that way, so surely he could go back. I began to dispute this point of view, but he was sure that god would provide. I didn't mention the Himalaya. I asked him what, in all his considerable travels, was the most beautiful area he had seen. He responded without hesitation that the country around Monterey was the most beautiful he had seen. We left him there, with a gift of sunflower seeds (the only food we had on us.) I have often wondered what became of this strange fellow. If he did try to cross the ice into Siberia that winter, I'm sure he's dead. But I can't help but think that he wasn't stupid, just deluded and poorly informed, and that he may have made the appropriate decisions as they presented themselves. Perhaps he wintered with some sypathetic christians in Anchorage, and found passage in the spring. He was tough, and road-wise enough to be sleeping in nothing but robes in the Yukon in late August, staying healthy enough to serenely walk 30-40 miles a day. Has anyone else, in their travels, run across this fellow?

Did anyone go to this We saw the posters, but didn't want to change plans.

Umm... Bill, your mailbox says its full...

Cheap fleece gloves, put on your shell mitts at the belay, don't worry about being wet. It works great, really.

Yeah, I get it now. We'll just have to go back. Maybe we can traverse Weart and Wedge in one go!

No! We were "exploring." If we had so much as turned the page in the guide book, we'd have gone up Wedge. I had such a brain fart that even while on Armchair glacier, faced with what I knew was a westerly ridge, I kept thinking, "Man, this global warming is really kicking the shit out of everything!"

Well, it does in fact take money and effort to restore a 35 year old film. Are you saying that in fact it wasn't Bertulis that did this? Do you know in fact that the BMFF staff were unaware of the film's origins? It didn't seem that way when it was presented, but maybe I was drunk. Do you know for sure that Surdel owns the rights to this film? Often, the artist, particularly at school, doesn't retain the rights to their works. Seems like someone is trying to make a big deal where one doesn't exist. But maybe I'm drunk. Anyway, it is a fun film to watch from a climber's perspective, though the professional vidiots I was hanging with thought it sucked.

Climb: Weart-Armchair Glacier Date of Climb: 11/28/2004 Trip Report: We, that is fellow cc.commer OlegV and I, left Port Coquitlam around 7 am, intending to climb the NE arete of Wedge (just north of Whistler,BC,) by all reports a class 3 snow and ice climb. This is what happened instead. Oleg had never been to BC, so we took our time sight-seeing through Vancouver and the sea to sky area, arriving at Wedgemount lake trailhead around noon. The trail through the forest was icy, but very beautiful with an icing sugar coating of snow on everything, and no other tracks but ours. near the top of Wedgemount lake trail, Oleg takes a breather the view down the Wedgemount lake trail As the sun set, we arrived at the hut, which we had to ourselves. We had a quick look at our route before settling in for a quick dinner and sleep. The yellow line is the route we took, the red is the one we should have taken. Neither of them lead to Wedge. We didn't look at a map, or even bother to turn the page in McLane's "Alpine Select." We saw a ridge that kinda looks like the picture of the NE arete of Wedge, and that was good enough. A fine exploratory mission! We awoke at 3am, and left the hut under a painfully bright, almost full moon by 4. For the next 3 hours we experienced one of the most magnificent mornings. There was no one in the area but us, we didn't need headlamps to slog through the unsullied 2-3 feet of fresh snow. I don't have a camera that can capture the moment, but as the sun rose I managed to get a shot of the first rays touching the summits to the west as the moon still hung in the sky. full moon over mountains west of Whistler. As we carried on up snow slopes (Oleg is a machine - my lungs still hurt!) it began to register that the NE arete above us is neither "northeast" nor an "arete." We gained the glacier, and roped up to cross the snow bridge over a large crevasse, then a very short 50 degree portion to the smooth surface of what turns out to be Armchair glacier. Spying what might be a potential route to the ridge, we decided to check it out despite the fact that we did not have the equipment we need to tackle it. We arrived at the base of the ridge at 10 am. As if! Maybe next time. Oleg strikes a pose! With nothing better to do, we loitered, posing for pictures and eating as the sun peeked around Weart, bathing us in its warmth. Oleg had to try to capture the image before us, and I can't believe what he managed to do with my ancient 2.1MP HP 612. Weart on the left, unknown hump in the middle, and part of Wedge on the right in the background. the view down Armchair glacier. Shoulda brung skis! After a few frustrating attempts at glissading in loose powder and one rather too exciting glissade down a well packed gully, we arrived near the lakeshore shortly before noon. Spying some water ice nearby, Oleg was excited at the suggestion of trying it out and so off we went. Using an old straight shaft piranha and my black prophet, Oleg quickly learned the difference between hammering into thick ice, and flicking into the divots. Oleg on ice. We returned to the hut, cleaned it, hit the van by 4 pm, and Mountain Woman Burgers (2 each mmmm!) by 5:30. This morning I finally broke down and referred to a map. D'oh! Gear Notes: full alpine rack necessary to ascend the west ridge.

What's a stent?

haha did you type asexual by accident?