KaskadskyjKozak

I used to love her, but I had to kill her...

Here are a few. They are uploaded into the gallery - but are smaller, unfortunately. From camp on Fri (note snow coverage) Looking up Avy Gulch: Lake Helen on Saturday morning: Looking up Misery Hill: Looking down Misery Hill: The summit block (taken on the way down) Kaskads'kyj Kozak on the Summit: Shot from the Summit: Back above the Red Banks: On the way back down the Gulch:

people who don't belong on the mountain don't realize it, and will go anyways. a hand line, a sign or anything else will not help them

Climb: Shasta-Avy Gulch Date of Climb: 6/16/2006 Trip Report: A buddy of mine and I attempted Shasta last year and got blown off the mountain due to high winds at the base camp. We decided to head back for a second try. We considered doing one of the ridge routes, but opted to go with the trade route to avoid going home again empty handed. Drove from Seattle to the Bunny Flat trail head in just over 9 hours on Friday. Factoring in dinner and other stops and it was 8:30. We decided we didn't want to hang out with the crowd in the parking lot with their bonfires and loud chatter, and headed up the hill at 9. We stopped just above Horse Camp at 8200+ feet and dug a platform in the hardening snow. We slept in until 8 the next day, and headed up to Lake Helen at 9 arriving in 2+ hours, and snagged a nice vacated platform. It was quite warm, no wind, and a cloudless bluebird day. The forecast was for more of the same. We set up camp, got water ready for the next day, and ate dinner, while watching all the climbers and skiers come down from the previous day. My XGK stove was all clogged and I had to do some at-camp maintenance. We wanted to get an early start, so we crashed at around 5:30 and rested/dozed until our 2:30 wakeup. Several teams had headed up earlier, but we still were ahead of most of the pack, and could avoid getting crap knocked down on us. We headed up at around 3:45, and slowly passed a large, guided group of 10 who were short roped, and were zigging and zagging up the 30 degree slope toward the Red Banks, whereas we were just going straight up. Most parties were doing the left-of-heart variation for some reason - we just went to the left of Thumb Rock. The freezing level was 10000 feet, so the cramponing was perfect styrofoam the whole way up. We topped the Red Banks at 6:15, grabbed a quick bite, and headed up Misery Hill. Up until now, there was a little wind, and cool temps, but things got nasty on Misery Hill. Winds were gusting at 35 mph, sometimes working sideways, and sometimes pushing us back. We moved up steadily. My buddy was dropping back slowly so that when I crested he was maybe 200 feet below me. I added to the obvious community bathroom at 13900 and chatted with 2 skiers who said there was a good break from the wind at the other side of the summit plateau, so I crossed it quickly. My buddy still hadn't crested Misery Hill, so I opted to tag the summit and did so at 7:45. I hung out a bit, ate, took photos, etc. Nobody came up for 40 minutes. I started down and noticed the winds had gotten worse. At least 2/3 of the parties had turned back on Misery Hill, including my buddy who was chilling next to Thumb rock, where it was sunny and had a nice wind-break. He had made it within 30 feet of the top of Misery Hill and some a-hole had told him he still had "a long way to go". He was feeling nauseaus so he had bailed. The snow was still hard styrofoam, and we had a 9 hour drive ahead of us, so we crampon'd down 2/3 of the way to camp, before we got any glissading in. Only 2 or 3 teams had already come down. We broke camp in an hour as other teams were coming down. Just after noon we started down, got in good glissading all the way to horse camp. Back at the car by 1:30, despite sloppy soft snow on flat slopes, and hit the road. We got to Seattle at just after 11. Gear Notes: Ice axe, crampons (steel recommended), helmet, lots of sunblock Approach Notes: leave early; with warm temps the bottom is sloppy snow

you guys never learn your lesson

Rhythm method, dude. Opdyke named a route we did Rhythm Method. No pro. Taking your chances. Q: what do you call a woman who uses the rhythm method? ... ... ... ... ... A: a mother

it's bad netiquette to nit-pick typos

nothing is required to make polish Bob Angry, you clownpuncher

I didn't have any either. somehow I found some. I forget where. I lost it again I think it fell in a crevasse.

but what about that house that he built?

Kill Jack Shit Kill Jack Shit Kill Jack Shit all work and no play makes Jack Shit a dull boy

ok ya big nancyboy...what the fuck is up with all the manners you're spewing around spray? abbreviating a perfectly good cuss word? " copulate corporate america"???? alliteration or not, that kind of talk belongs in the cafe. ty pizda zhopoglazaya, suka protivna, poshel ty na khuj! i'm pretty sure he just cut loose with a really good insult but he's still too much of a wuss to say it plain and simple. get your self into the cafe where you belong, sally. to swear properly, you must do it in Russian. There is no good translation for you are a cunt with eyes on your ass

ok ya big nancyboy...what the fuck is up with all the manners you're spewing around spray? abbreviating a perfectly good cuss word? " copulate corporate america"???? alliteration or not, that kind of talk belongs in the cafe. ty pizda zhopoglazaya, suka protivna, poshel ty na khuj!

you forgot to parrot the line about skull-f*****

uh-huh, and what happened to "pyle"? now, go lick sack

Morale? Who gives a fuck about morale? It's all about the share price. Pogue Manager: KK, what is that logo on your polo shirt? Programer KK: A dollar sign, sir. Pogue Manager: Where'd you get it? Programer KK: I don't remember, sir. Pogue Manager: What is that you've got written on your badge? Programer KK: "Born to Climb", sir. Pogue Manager: You write "Born to Climb" on your badge and you wear a dollar sign. What's that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke? Programer KK: No, sir. Pogue Manager: You'd better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant shit on you. Programer KK: Yes, sir. Pogue Manager: Now answer my question or you'll be standing tall before the man. Programer KK: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir. Pogue Manager: The what? Programer KK: The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir. Pogue Manager: Whose side are you on, son? Programer KK: Our side, sir. Pogue Manager: Don't you love your country? Programer KK: Yes, sir. Pogue Manager: Then how about getting with the program? Why don't you jump on the team and come on in for the big win? Programer KK: Yes, sir. Pogue Manager: Son, all I've ever asked of my direct reports is that they obey my orders as they would the word of God. We are here to help the consumers, because inside every gook there is an American trying to get out. It's a hardball world, son. We've gotta keep our heads until this freeware craze blows over. Programer KK: Aye-aye, sir. Full metal jacket?

The beatings will continue until morale improves

yes. may that fucker rot in hell

it's getting to me thank God for climbing to get away from these mothercopulators

Damage jackals ripping right through you Sight and smell of this, it gets me goin Know just how to get just what we want Tear it from your soul in nightly hunt Fuck it all and fucking no regrets Never happy ending on these dark sets

Dealing out the agony within Charging hard and no ones gonna give in Living on your knees, conformity Or dying on your feet for honesty Inbred, our bodies work as one Bloody, but never cry submission Following our instinct not a trend Go against the grain until the end Blood will follow blood Dying time is here Damage incorporated

F*** em all. I hate 'em. Show me where to sign up as a pinko-Marxist revolutionary. CEO's are greedy soul-less douche bags who blow. I'm done with it. Robochi sveta ob'yednujtes'!!!