KaskadskyjKozak

Troll? Who's a troll? At least he climbs and posts climbing things.......? j_bot's Mom won't let him out of his padded, locked, basement cell

It's always been official Associating "unhappiness" with criticism of the society we live in is the standard MO of right wing neanderthals: as if everything was hunky dory if we were just willing to let ourselves be "happy" (retard!) The lady doth protest too much, methinks...

It's always been official

Definitely. I'd like to hear a couple more tracks. Hopefully the wait is not long.

It can't be worse than VH3....

It's good. But 28 years for that?

What amount is required for all these effects to occur? 1 drink a day? 2? More?

vote Ron Paul!

It almost looks like a face in that bruise... laughing. Hood was evil yesterday! That must have sucked to squint the rest of the afternoon! Slyeduyushiy raz, devushka! Terpeniye!

Thanks! I'm waiting to see if I lose a toenail.

Lost at the top of the Reid Headwall. I'd love to know if it broke somehow or just came loose. Will pay for postage and beer if it is actually ok and sent to me. :-)

Scarpa Freney + G12's. They have a strap. Funny thing is when I tried to take off my remaining crampon later, I could not - the strap was frozen solid.

Trip: Mount Hood - Reid Headwall Date: 1/8/2012 Trip Report: Unbelievably a perfect weather and avy forecast materialized for the weekend, so I pulled in three friends to make the drive to PDX and give Hood a try. None of us were keen on the drive/"sleep" in car at T-line/C2C in same day option, so we drove up midday instead and headed up to the Palmer with full packs to camp above 8700 or so. It was sunny and around freezing when we left the lot, but as the sun set, and we gained elevation, temps dropped quickly and we ascended into clouds/whiteout. We were all wearing three layers and balaclavas by the time we got to the Palmer lift, and were anxious to set up tents. It was probably around 25 degrees without the windchill. The night was quite noisy with the wind but we all managed to get some rest and got up at 4:30. Mito passed by our tent on her way up to the Reid (separate party) and we soon followed. The hike to Illumination Rock was straightforward. Here we roped up for the traverse, using double ropes folded in half. We caught up to Mito's party and they were headed up and right of the rock beyond which is the start of the Leuthold. We opted to go left of her line, straight up the face. At the top of this slope we entered a slot where we place our first pieces - a couple of pickets and a couple of screws. This was the only section where we found real ice - maybe 60 feet. We were comfortable simulclimbing it (a skier passed us and solo'd it). The middle of the slot had a weird erosion feature in it where sugar snow seemed to flow down. It was here where we really started to be treated with falling bits of snow and ice, up to golf ball size. Evil, sun-illuminated rime - the source of lots of falling debris: Above this slot, I reconn'd and opted not to continue left on the leftmost option of the Reid. We then decided to head back right, where the solo skier who passed us had headed. We simulclimbed this section with one swap of leads and came to a ridge at the top of the middle Reid variation. Here we faced a nasty traverse right on 50 degree slopes. The sun was hitting here now and the snow was a mixture of soft stuff on top of hard, and just plain hard and icy. We opted to send out one person on belay with all 7 of our pickets and leave them for team two of two. We thought we'd take about an hour here, and were on our way. As I followed the first team on lead, and was approaching a rib of ice about half way around, I felt something falling off my body, and thought it was a picket. I looked down and saw something yellow and black spinning and tumbling out of sight - my right crampon. A string of expletives ensued for about a minute. The going on from here was a bitch. I had to kick *hard* 4-5 (or sometimes more) times with my right foot to get minimal purchase to move my left with crampon intact and kick once. It was exhausting. To top it off: with the sun, our triple layer attire and balaclavas - requisite earlier on - were now inducing copious sweat and discomfort. After an hour of meticulous, slow moving, and many more expletives, I finally topped out at the Western Crater Rim at 10,500 feet. Due to the time (3 pm), short daylight, and long drive back ahead of us we opted to headed out. The slope down looked soft, but I wanted to rap the top of it just in case, so we did that, and I downclimbed ahead of folks to get across the icy sections back to camp before it set up again too badly. We packed up while admiring a beautiful sunset and headlamped back to the cars. Beer and burgers at the Ice Axe Grill, followed by a long punishing ride home. Gear Notes: Ice axe, 2nd tool, crampons, helmet, 3-4 pickets, 1-2 screws. Approach Notes: Cat track.

My New Years Resolution is already going well. Can I always be the sticky dog shite on your shoe, oh great one? Poor Pat. He steps in "it" over and over again, and then wonders at how it is he's caked his shoes in it.

Keep crying your crocodile tears, assclown.

Or this thread

Are you sure about that?

Good point, Rob.

+1

Canada blows.

Let's compare her academic resume to, say, yours... But FW, j_bot is a *scientist*!!

Your statement here says more about you than her. I am endlessly amused by the left's general lack of self-reflection when the topic turns to misogyny. An evangelical outlier? Sure. "Lack of brainpower?" Why would you say this? They say it because of their own insecurities and fears.

At least he refrained from posting pics this time!

It seems to me that creation of these agencies is usually additive. I'm not sure there is much precedent for eliminating them, and for what implications that would cause. Lawsuits? Pressure from lobbies, the congress, etc? BTW, did you know Paul is like 76 years old. Talk about gramps. The dude will be like 81 when he gets out office - toothless and wearing diapers.

And that's assuming he could do all those things. You know, like all the things Barry promised to do.