KaskadskyjKozak

it's all Greek to me

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don't worry, lover, I agree a compass is way more reliable, broadly useful, etc etc. I hereby affirm your worth and usefulness in this important discussion. I still don't own a GPS either. But the "ol' map blowing away trick" is a little unsettling. Ever tried to read one in 70mph gusts? I hope I never have to, but what if? Do tell me your deep thoughts, O great guru of the tried and true. I sit at your feet, humbly awaiting your condescension! Maybe you have them screenprinted on your shirt sleeves? but seriously, what are some ideas for keeping a wind-sail of a map from blowing away? I'm sure some SAR folks have tips here, which would be useful to the two Hood folks, and to me as well. one of my own tricks only works with my Gregory pack. my pack lid is clear plastic facing the inside of the pack, so a map placed in the lid compartment, facing the inside of the pack, can be read by opening the lid without ever removing the contents. I fold my map (7.5 min quad) with the most critical parts of the route visible in one section that I can see all together. I then put the map in a ziploc.

and fumaroles. fall into one of those, and you'll cook or suffocate

or not get a joke

sounds hot

i like V7's: "act like a mime and STFU"

Reminds me of the trail to Paradise... "Did you climb the mountain?" "Did you summit?" "Are you a climber?" arrrrrrr

a man acted as a crossing guard so his wife could pee when I was on the snowlake trail. Baker Coleman. Had to use the toilets that are dropped in. Walked up - there was one guy using a toilet, and three open ones. A guy was waiting 100 feet from the toilets. I thought there was some reason (3 full toilets?). Asked him why he was waiting... "to give the guy privacy". Umm, OK.

maybe she has a strap-on

you have opened pandora's box, my friend

Once I rapped off Sharkfin and had to take a massive dump. I dropped trou, and released the brown hostage, who, unfortunately had the consistency of chili - two bowls full. I scooped what I could into a blue bag and left the rest. stashed the blue bag, climbed Sahale the next day, then carried the now fermenting crap down Boston Basin. By the time we hit treeline it was 95+ degrees. My blue bag was quadruple-wrapped in plastic bags, but still stunk to high heaven. Every time I stopped 50 flies landed on my back pack. My partners could not stand behind me. One guy fell (maybe due to swooning from the smell?) and broke his ankle. We redistributed his back to everyone, and walked out at a snail's pace to the car. I had to air out my pack for a week to get the smell out. Is this what you had in mind, Peter?

PP's links: boring

kevbone is a few fries short of a happy meal.

"that's uglier than a warthog's asshole"

The best remedy for a teething baby is to rub a bit of brandy on the gums. It numbs the area, soothes the kid, and a wee touch of alcohol is not going to kill the kid (unless s/he has a deathly alergy to it). my parents rubbed whiskey on my gums I think it was the Kickin' Chicken

scornful tease is BACK, baby!

sweet!

as a scientologist, when I see an accident, I go, "man I gotta help - they need me to do something". i can't just drive by.

I do believe we had a conversation somewhat like this in the past. I think we agreed to include Miss Muffy in our love nest. I am still willing to honor this arrangement. be sure to post a TR. with photos. you can use another avatar.

let's not forget that stormy, crazy, on-again, off-again romance between Archie and Crazy Polish Bob... it's been awhile since one of their PDA's, does this mean they are back together?

flesh for fantasy?

you seem to be sweet on porter

sorry it's FW and TTK and you and kevbone

Dude, that's unbelievable...