MisterMo

Once upon a time I awoke in Boston Basin to this: Thinking hard about a ham and cheese omelette in a dry restaurant booth in Marblemount I splashed out and drove all of about two miles before I encountered this: It was well into afternoon before these guys showed up with saws. So much for breakfast.

Good on ya

Left Forking 5.8 Right Forking 5.9 The big flake wiggles, eh? Classic.........uh.............5.7 Deception 5.9 but it's really more of a face problem

Why..why...why...dark, of course. Or headed that way. Clear-ish though and dry. Tomorrow should be a nice day for something. You're a techy sort and all...what would it take, investment $$$ and operating $$$, to get a Mayor Mo cam up and running...aimed at the mighty Upper Town Wall?

Sunbaked goodness today, yes. Really nice. "Oozy" places still oozing, of course after the recent massive wetness. Litely overcast this exact instant though making tomorrow maybe a crapshoot.

Love it!

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bump My copy came today. Wow. The caliber and breadth of Denny's work is widely known, but to have so much all in one beautifully reproduced volume is pretty.damn.cool. Get one.

That ain't Al, Mister Crankin'. It's the little Boston Fiddler himself.

OK, so the glacier got turned to water vapor but what happened to the original second pitch of Town Crier? I can't be the only one who's curious? The left side of that dihedral as seen in the pic fell off one winter eve. This was climbers right of the current P2 chimney. The (disappearing into the jungle) "clearing" at and below the start of DH is what was smashed into oblivion by the rockfall. BTW I wish I had a good photo of the monster overhang in the quarry area of LTW before it came down but I don't think I do.. Sent a wave of water up over the RR tracks.

Further rainy nite digging yielded: Turns all year above Summerland, June 1969 And a handful of fun places that no longer exist: St Helens Forsyth Glacier, June 1968 Original P2 Town Crier, Spring 1970 The Face Climbing Boulder near Snow Creek Trail, Spring 1969 and the jam cracks under the I5 Ship Canal Bridge, Winter 1970

Crack of Doom, Dana Dudley Spring '70 Madsen's Swimming Hole, Julie Brugger, Chris Chandler, Sept, '70 Upper Town Wall Cave, Dick Emerson, Winter, 1971 Sulphide Glacier Ski Tour, Dick Emerson, May '71 Stillcrankin on Arches Terrace, Sept '72

Here's one from 1976 or so : July or August, I forget.

I never could get behind the cold shower part, although at 15 that might have helped my concentration. To this day I can still do all the needed knots in a quick jiffy with my eyes closed though

Probably about right. It takes me an hour plus from your little circle on da heatha in da summa..... I think skis would work better than snowshoes for that but there wouldn't be much cool downhill skiing save a couple of spots

Cool Photos. Where did you turn back? Before the low pass at the head of Anderson Creek?

The right side of Peter Pan: Peter Left

Sunnyside, Crystal Mountain :tup: :tup: There's a small group of guys on sit-skis at Crystal who are total animals in the bumps and elswhere. Pretty cool thing to see, they are second to no-one.

I'm on Shuksans, Fritschi's, and Scarpa's so I can only speak to one third of your question. I'm in my fourth year on the Shuksans and really like them. They yank around really well in all forms of good, bad, and indifferent deep and cut up snow and hold pretty good on the hard stuff too. They're narrower than the currently hip and trendy stuff out there but that hasn't been a problem for me.

With respect to the Lucania trip this was very much borne of necessity rather than original intention, wasn't it? Incredible story, nonetheless, involving a noble amount of boldness and suffering, and not a little bit of very good fortune. I cringe to think of all those nights sharing a bag with someone's feet in my face though.

Don't beat on yourself; just don't do it again. I have occasional dreams about smoking. Most recently I dreamed I bought a pack, smoked one, & immediately wanted another. It was all downhill from there & a great relief to wake up.

Yes, except...HLP is more or less dead center? Sibley pass below and to the right? The nearer ridge on the right is the Roush Creek/Hidden Lake Creek divide (the divide that vaguely descends from the Triad.

We came by on the tracks as you were finishing. Fine winter's day. Nothing like watching the waterfall hurtling into the woods to quelch any fantasies of climbing it, eh? It hasn't been able to stick to the wall much past noon all week.

The thing I'm not getting here is that people have been meetin', courtin' and fuckin' for...as long as there have been people. They pretty much all began as strangers; in the obsence of current technology first impressions were gleaned very much in the flesh, and if some majority of those encounters had not gone well we'd probably be extinct. With increased internet opportunities to meet people globally seem to come fears of the boogeyman of a level rarely encountered in the days when I was meetin' courtin, and fuckin'....and I'm not sure how to make sense of that. Are there more creeps? Or is there a diminished ability on peoples parts to meet others safely and make some kind of good judgements?