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Sing your praise commonfolk. Thou shalt preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil: thy presence of thine and the Lyger will be attending. May thou cup runneth over.

I'll go with you if on these conditions: 1) I go. 2) I didn't drink excessively the night before. 3) I did drink excessively the fortnight. 4) You line the trail with rose petals. 5) It's not pissing or even tinkling rain. I know I my bargain is hard driven. You know how to contact me . . . to be continued dot dot dot

Underwater basketweaving: The next EX-TREE-ME sport!

Sooo elementree.

They have pony rides for $5 there! What a rip off!

Cook, I hear you discovered a new kind of dinosaur while up there? What do you call it?

Call me and give me your number, I just got a phone!

Hey man, we really miss you here. But thanks for the bed, I am finally not sleeping on the floor! I passed through the valley of Maples last sunday and tried to find your tree.

It's Drew the Rockstar! who are you then kix? & Mike Layton, what Marylou said, & stop making fun of me & calling me a cock jockey. Mike, thine sole name blisters our tongues. Thou bawdy malmsey-nosed lewdster! Wherein the resonanating sound of Michael Layton is worthy but in nothing! I hate you.

o, nevermind. My roomate is named after Bryon Adams. I think he might not like it when I hum "everything I do, I do it for you" whenever I run into him.

whats the badger?

Did you really just make it up? Or are you talking about the guy that burns incense when he climbs?

Hey kix, do you know Drew Wang? The wangster? We are good friends. Had a brew with drew last evening.

I know, try going under 'websites' on this site, that actually works. In the meantime . . . .

That is NE Bandit by John Scurlock, this is backside DT,

I think it might mean they have two belly bottons.

I want to live here!! Gary snyder wrote this when he lived in this lookout . . I the poet Gary Snyder Stayed six weeks in fifty-three On this ridge and on this rock & saw what every Lookout sees, Saw these mountains shift about & end up on the ocean floor Saw the wind and waters break The branched deer, the Eagle’s eye, & when pray tell, shall Lookouts die? & this too Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days rain Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies. I cannot remember things I once read A few friends, but they are in cities. Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup Looking down for miles Through high still air. Gary Snyder

and this. . . soooo pretty

n' this

I want to high mark this with a snow machine

rippin chicks rock!!

Cool! Nice Job!

Lame

No numbers? Wow, that's suprising, I imagine Mike walking down the street corners of Portland handing out his number all over the place. Mike's line when he stumbles out of a bar and passes out his number to some unassuming portlander turning her tricks on the street corner, yelling "do you know who I AM!! I CLIMBED MOX PEAK DAMMIT!! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM!! yer cute. I climbed MOX! I am in climbing Magazine # 4562 Dammit!! Call me."-wink