Ireneo_Funes

Brogan's Spire is easy, but fun. A good place to take new climbers who want to do a multi-pitch. If there's a crowd on the Cave Route, I recommend taking the variation that Iain mentioned (the bolt line that goes to the right after the first pitch). 2 pitches will get you to the top of the Opossum. Rap down and scramble up the Tail, then rap down to the bench below Brogan Spire. Climb Brogan Spire. The descent is straightforward: rap down from the top of Brogan to the bench, then down the gully to the cave, walk down to the top of the first pitch, rap to the ground. You'll need a 60m to get down the gully. You might need to do a double rope rap to get down from the Tail to the bench (this is what we did but a single 60 might have reached). You won't need much gear besides QDs, but a couple cams might be nice for the last pitch up the spire (and a couple small stoppers for the 2nd pitch if you do the regular Cave Route). Have a good time.

The road to fun is paved with the best climbers -- anonymous

I've seen that shot before somewhere... Is it the Bugaboos?

You're welcome, "cowboy"!

This makes even Freddie Mercury uncomfortable. NOLSE and Scott, time to admit your true feelings for one another...

But seriously, Scott -- a guy who's used the expression "cowboy up" automatically loses the right to make fun of anyone else. For thirty days. Or you can pay a fine of 10 bootied bd neutrinos. Your call.

Makes the trees green, though. And keeps the devils club and blackberry bushes alive. What's not to like?

Yes it is. The most famous overbite in all of rock. Also undoubtably a closet show tunes enthusiast.

The Dalles is an earthly paradise compared to Butte, MT. But the worst place I've ever been is Datong, China, near the Mongolian border. I do not recommend honeymooning there. Packs of mangy dogs roaming the muddy streets, a permanent yellow smog from the coal plants that puts LA to shame. Extremely depressing. But this is getting away from the original subject. Who's going to step up and claim the neutrino that Jim found at Horsethief?

A hundred and one Pounds of fun That's my little honeybun -- Get a load of honeybun tonight! I'm speakin' of my Sweetie-pie Only sixty inches high Every inch is packed with dynamite!

Keep cooly-cool, boy!

You talkin' to me?

This has to be the most over-analyzed photo on this site. Y'all need to think about applying to grad school. You can over-analyze all you want there. Nevertheless, it's funny. Carry on!

I've proven myself plenty gullible lots of times...but this time I was the unheeded voice of reason.

These are hilarious! Keep 'em coming. MisterE, I'm not sure drug scams count as "practical jokes," though they can be funny sometimes. One time my roommate and I were leaving a bar in downtown Minneapolis when a guy comes up to us and asks us if we want to buy some acid. He shows us the "acid," which is a piece of cardboard, the kind that they use for the back covers of spiral-bound notebooks, upon which someone's meticulously drawn dozens of little squares with a ballpoint pen. In each square the artist has drawn a musical note. I tell my roommate "I don't think that's acid," but he's drunk and psyched to score some drugs, so he gives the guy $35. The "dealer" throws in an eighth of pot to seal the deal. Needless to say, the "acid" is just cardboard. But the pot, surprisingly, is pot! The thing that makes me laugh the most is imagining the guy drawing all those little boxes and musical notes on the cardboard, thinking "man, the person who gives me $35 for this is a real sucker!"

Yeah, we were cowering in the little alcove below the 3rd pitch, trying to stay dry, hoping the rain would stop. When we saw the tumbleweeds flying by overhead, we figured that was as good a sign as any to head down. So did you guys do Paper Tiger?

Yeah, for climbing on, OK, but........oh, never mind! Smith's not the place to talk about ethics, I guess. Leave that to the Dishmaniacs.

Sweet Sweetback's Baaaaadass Song...or Dial M for Murder.... don't know which.

That reminds me... when we were heading back across the river on Sunday, there was a crew setting up some rigging for a photo shoot up on the Picnic Lunch Wall. We ran into a guy who said they were going to take photos of Tommy Caldwell doing some 14b or something there. And that they'd drilled some new bolts...for their cameras & such. It all seemed cool except the part about the drilling. 'Course this is all secondhand information.

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly? Or another one of those Sergio Leone westerns... I can't remember who says it though.

We got rained off Super Slab on Sunday morning. First time I'd seen it rain like that at Smith. Last time I leave all my spare clothes in the car, though. Then we hung out for a few hours 'til things dried out, then climbed some more. The tuff seems to dry off fast.

Bingo. Too easy! How about this one: "8-track stereo, color TV in every room, and you get to snort half a piece of dope every day. That's the American Dream *. Ain't it? Well ain't it?" edited for complete quote including offensive racial epithet

"But here's my advice to the rest of you: take dead aim on the rich boys. Get the in the crosshairs, and take them down. Just remember, they can buy anything, but they can't buy backbone." and "What do you call getting a handjob from Mrs. Calloway in the back of her Jaguar?" Name the movie!

Sometimes you have to do a little to give what you love... Sometimes you have to love a lot to do what you give... It's fun to string words together!

Is that a shuttlecock?