Raindawg

Being a pot-head, pot head. The results have been in for a long time: pot will make you lazy, dull and unambitious. Is that what you are? You want your kids to get into that? And unless you're growing your own, you might be at the bottom end of participating in the web-of-death that surrounds a lot of illegal drugs. (Try accidentally wandering into some cool-dude's plantation in the woods and see what happens to you.) Listen to what brother sirwoofalot got to say....and trust me, there are plenty of other similar testimonies:

Kevbone....you proud of that??? Maybe this site could sponsor a voluntary register of pot-heads so there aren't any unwanted surprises. Joint-puffers can get together and smoke-out in the Muir hut or on their favorite belay ledge and not piss anyone off, and those who want nothing to do with it can add their names to the "do not smoke around me" list. I'll be the first to add my name to the latter list: I don't want your weed in your pack in my car, in your pocket or your mouth when you're climbing with me, or lit anywhere within ten feet of me on any occasion. Or any other kind of smokable product for that matter. I recall the early days of the cc.com "pub club". Someone at the communal table would say "Safety Break" and 2/3rds of the climbers would disappear for about 15 minutes. I got curious once and saw a bunch of coughing folks coming out of the back of some guy's van, just like in a Cheech & Chong movie. Whatever. "We tried it, but we never inhaled. Belay on!"

Step A: Get yourself a new girlfriend...pronto! You think she's going to ever stop policing your speech? No. It will only get worse. If it hasn't started already, she'll soon be monitoring your "tone". And this is her BEST behavior which she'll quickly drop about three days after the wedding. Dude! Run for the woods!

"Dude! How 'bout if I sing 4 U twice a'day instead of payin' the ole rent, eh? I know a whole bunch of awesome Canadian folk songs plus I write a bunch of cool songs myself. Whatdoyasay, righteous brother? Deal?"

Does the $520 include daiper service?

Dude....c'mon...are you really worried about food? Are you hungry? Can I make you a sammich?

The observations made above are as relevant today, as they were in 2001.

Did you hear the latest news???? Some kid [fill in the blank] can climb something real hard!!! Yeee!!! Don't get too excited, there will be another one next week and when they turn 18 you can throw your room key and undies at them while they rehearse in the rock gym. Bunch of groupies!

FYI "billcoe": In case you were wondering, I have plenty of responses to all of your comments but I have found our exchanges unproductive...so, you're basically on my "do not respond" list...[this message is an obvious exception in order to provide you with an explanation].

Enjoy those cooties! Oral Sex 'n Cancer

Hey Elaine. I'm sure you're very nice and you've probably done some wonderful things for climbing. I'm also sure that you're probably not going to like many of my viewpoints, but I assure you that I'm not alone in these perspectives. (By the way, just for your information, I've been actively involved in climbing for almost 35 years now, so I'm not just an armchair philosopher...it's stuff I deeply care about, though others may disagree about its content..needless to say, my views aren't overwhelmingly popular, but that's how things often change.) Here are a few clarifications or things to consider: Groups like “Leave No Trace” want you to pack out your poo…but they’ll take no REAL stance against people leaving permanent bolt trails wherever they please. Why? I suspect that the majority of climbers today enjoy the convenience that sport-bolting provides, not matter what the implications. The manufacturers love it (and endorse the Access Fund and Leave No Trace) because the short-learning curve and immediate gratification of sport-climbing has opened up a huge market for the sale of climbing gear. While the Access Fund’s statement about bolts as the tool of last resort might seem noble, (the assumption being that they recognize bolts for what they are: permanent alterations and installations), they can conceivably duck around the sport-climbing issue by: a) claiming that bolts are a tool of last resort in sport-climbing because it’s the only form of protection available for such climbs. (Not necessarily so…a huge number of “sport-climbs” can be top-roped with minimal installation of permanent hardware.) Furthermore, not every blank face of rock needs to be climbed or bolted. Maybe the attitude promoted should be climb it green and clean or leave it alone. b) limiting the intent of their statement to such circumstances as bolts near cracks which is obviously inappropriate. The Access Fund works hard to keep some places open that arguably deserve to be shut-down until the mess is cleaned up. Perhaps there should be a parallel organization formed to inform land owners and managers about the impact of climbers. They would then have the option to ban bolts or otherwise set some rules about how they’d like to see their resources treated. A lot of climbers seem to think that they are “green” because they do things outdoors, pick up their gum wrappers and recycle their beer cans yet have no qualms about rap-bolting a wall and drilling their vertical trails wherever they please. Speaking of vertical trails: regarding the Williamson River Cliffs case, I think in the future, the “developing a trail without a permit” should be expanded to include sport-route “development”. That guy got off on a technicality, but I think the Forest Service had the right idea in mind.

I just read the Access Fund's "statement". It is an issue: "The Access Fund supports the ban on power drills in wilderness, and actively promotes the concept that bolts are a tool of last resort." However, with sport climbing, bolts are the tool of first resort and, in fact, sport "climbing" can be defined by its dependence on bolts. So for consistency sake, the Access Fund should take a stance against sport-climbing or quit the charade...The "Leave No Trace" people are playing the same game: superficially noble, and ultimately meaningless statements are made to accomodate everyone, no matter how environmentally or otherwise unethical.

Hardly likely. But not even a fraction of the attention you garner with your ghastly pink jersey sporting goofy phraseology. "Mailbox Peak is where I had my last birthday party!"

I stick up for my buddies...maybe you have no buddies so you might not be aware of that concept. Your so called "invitations" were more like frat-boy taunts. I never said I was RIDING RAMROD...I actually RUN a sturdy part of it every year with a croquet mallet while my pit-crew sets up wickets every few miles. Have you ever done RAMROD? Then you probably have seen me running in Mt. Rainier National Park(the bikes usually pass me on the road up to Paradise and beyond or last year, on the road to Sunrise) with the croquet mallet which I've done every year for probably the last twelve. I'm not in the Lotto because they don't have a category for CAMROD (Croquet Around Mount Rainier)..I run alone. So, have you ever done RAMROD? No? Step one: take the training wheels off your baby-buggy and start with a few laps around the parking lot. Add a lap every once in awhile and maybe by July you'll be ready to experience the MIGHTY DREAM that is....RAMROD!

Trashing on my buddy pope, eh? You have know idea what you're talking about. RAMROD? It's like a Mountaineers field trip gone wild: you and 750 other folks in tight rubber pants spinnin' your tires. I'm the guy who runs it every year with a croquet mallet. Make yourself known this time around (Thursday, July 31); I'd like to see who the little man is with the big mouth. Wear your usual pink jersey with Tweety Bird giving everyone the finger. Mailbox Peak? Never heard of it. Is that in the Postal Range of British Columbia? Is that the one also known as Mt. Shirley Temple? Icicle Ridge: you really think hiking 35 miles in a day is some sort of world-class achievement? Sit down! Yee! Did someone say, "Mailbox Peak?"

I go to the mountains in hopes of accidentally meeting Mr. Ernest Borgnine on an alpine big wall! I saw him once standing unroped on a small ledge 10 pitches up on a winter climb of the northface of the northface, pulling up a 200 pound free-hanging haulbag bare-handed with an ice-coated rope! Ernie makes Charles Norris look like a real wuss!

I did it on July 4th once. We reached the ledges just as there was enough light to see our way across. The only thing that was tricky was a bit of a downclimb below a rusted-out rappel anchor which we didn't use. After that, it was a pleasant, but quick, walk to the chute. We were the only party on that route and when we topped out of the chute near the top of Gibralter Rock, we could see what looked like hundreds of people slogging up the D.C. route which is the way we came down. I wouldn't even think of returning down the ledges during the summer as it will rain rocks when the sun hits it. It was once the old guide route in the early days and I'm surprised that there were apparently few accidents. I also did it in winter once....we wore crampons from the Paradise parking lot all the way to the top and the ledges were easy. The scary part was on the descent when one of my buddies slipped on the slope just above the chute and I had to perform a "do or die" self-arrest as he came ripping by. Ouch! Otherwise, a fun but cold adventure.

Ernest Borgnine flashes Midnight Lightning!

Ernest Borgnine ROCKS YOUR WORLD! Ermes Effron Borgnine....91 years old, formerly married to Ethel Merman, and still crankin' the Big Walls!

TMI...makes you an expert on butt, not on climbing. By what? Some of them furry folk? I haven't, but I bet you can add it to your list of many achievements!

No dude...not "had"....you HAVE herpes.

YA, I GUESS SHE LOOK KINDA CUTE AND SUCH, BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HER FACE? I'M AFRAID IT'S A DIFFERENT STORY ALTOGETHER:

Is this the same chica? It's 9:17 AM! Tell her to put some pants on, get on the bus and go to work!

It's a long-haired hippy dude desperately hunting for his lost hash pipe! (Is that one of them Hanson brothers???)

If you'd listened to bruddah Dwayner long time'go, this d'scussion woulda been ober lonnnnngggggggggggg time'go!