Raindawg

You got a problem with that????

I think we spend too much time explaining things to "Kevbone". To Kevbone: Dude...spend a little less time on the internet and a lot more time learning about climbing and the world in general. Thank you, - Raindawg, and numerous other sympathizers.

If you want to rape your own private property...have at it. But keep that horseshite off of my (and your) public land! Regardless, it's a piss-poor edumacation for the kids, who very well might assume that "this is how it's done". aloha.

Since we talkin' "Brass Balls" and soloing, here's a couple of snappy pic's of my buddy "pope" going "leashless" on that scary route a few years ago. Note: he'll be the first to tell you that he's "toned it down" since the kids came along and you'll rarely see him these days without a rope on anything serious...although "serious" is a relative term. Here's a close-up of the roof moves: Here's a close-up of the roof moves with a dog-head on "pope".

Dwayner 'n pope's Goodtime Bouldering Rodeo was once again a GIANT success. This year we broke a record with 153 plops on our rancid soiled mattress by a dozen and a half of the most gorgeous gals ever to fall off a boulder. The four gurls who showed up with boyfriends in tow quickly dismissed them to wait on the edge of Icicle Canyon Road. "pope" graciously consoled the boys by handing them a ruler so they could entertain themselves by doing what they know best. A few more stains were added to the mattress (and we can blame Sushi-Dog for at least two of them!). The shoe-swap went well until it was discovered, after a pair of sticky wonders had been sent around to several people, that a certain "Steve" had not only ugly, hairy feet, but also one of them creepy toe-nail infections....NOT COOL, STEVEN! Steven's ugly feet. I rushed to the pharmacy in town and got some of that rub-on stuff but then some people started complaining about using the same bottle of that! Hey...next time, wear socks or buy your own dang bottle of anti-fungal juice....ingrates! A keg of beer later and the whole incident was forgotten. Back at the campground, we cooked weenies, drank beer, and all were happy not to be involved with that other "Rockfest" whose noise could be heard nearby. We would have invited the lovely Miss Katie Brown to our party but she was giving a talk...I think she actually would have preferred our jolly group. Thanks to the arrival of Dirty Bunny (noted below), the strip-twister game was spoiled after about four rounds but those four rounds were somethin! Dirty Bunny showed up....late....and made a jackass out of himself. Ain't worth the $100 we paid him. "Bunny" went up to some of the gals, made unappreciated comments, and apparently felt, because he was in costume, that he could get away with all kinds of stuff without being slapped or beaten. Wrong. His little "this is how little bunnies are made" routine violated most everyone's personal space and offended even "pope". After knocking plastic beer cups out of a few people's hands, we paid him off early and sent him packing. Next year, we'll try again for Big Lou. Dirty Bunny: sent home for being a horse's rear! Big Lou: maybe next year. Miss Katie Brown: always welcome! The sushi and sausage breakfast was great although there was some confusion. What showed up was sausage-sushi plus a variety of other standard fish items. It was actually pretty good but not what we expected. The display/presentation, however, was exceptional: Come and get it! Sausage sushi: not much to look at but mmmm-mmmmm good! Overall, a great time was had by all participants, and best of all, we never asked anyone to BUY GEAR OR ANY OTHER KIND OF OUTDOOR CRAP! The clowns to which you refer (including "Gri-Gri" and "Camhook") were seeking employment in a rock gym. "Dirty Bunny" was actually recommended to us by them and we thought it might be an amusing experiment to have some live and funny entertainment. Experiment gone wrong: probably no clowns at next year's Rodeo.

The guys filming this stuff must have been impressed because they made that special high-pitched "woo!" noise when the climber "turned The Bone."

BACK TO THE ORIGINAL TOPIC: Step 1: Announcement: "Hey everybody! Tommy, Beth and Chris are coming to town to send the sickness!" Response: Step 2: Await their arrival at the crags. Step 3: Prepare your shine boxes: Step 4: False alarm! Just another rumor floating about at the gym. Step 5: Buy another magazine and some dorky "climbing" videos with loud annoying soundtracks that you think are REALLY HIP and then go back to the gym and await the next rumor.

Whatever floats your boat, Sparky!

Even lamer to post here and tell me how lame I am. ooooohhhh! Got me there! Ouch! I know you are but what am I? P.S. Go home and get your shine box and start buffin' Sharma's top-siders...if he'll let you. Git now! Pronto!

This topic is MEGA-LAME! Pack of groupies! Go back to reading your cheap climbing rags, watching reruns of Oprah and calling the distributor when this week's issue of People Magazine arrives late at your doorstep. "Hey everybody! Did you hear what Tommy, Beth, Chris and the whole gang are up to? They were spotted chatting together at a small diner in Yucca Valley, discussing who knows what! Perhaps some cutting-edge sends on some mind-boggling stone? No doubt! What we do know, however, is that Tommy likes a little salsa on his soft taco and Beth was seen enjoying a slice of chocolate cake! (I wonder if she knew anyone was watching!) Yummy!!! Makes us almost think they're one of us! By the way, I ALMOST made eye contact with Chris but I was so nervous I dropped my chalupa. P.S. Pass it on!....not the chalupa-dropping part, but the stuff about the salsa and the cake. Hey! you heard it from me, but if anyone asks you didn't hear from me....O.K.?"

A couple of years ago, I was pulling stuff out of my car to climb Guye Peak when a guy and gal pulled up next to us, jumped out, and quickly headed in the direction of the west face carrying not much more than a bunch of quick draws hanging off their gear loops, rock shoes, and a rope. Perhaps they were confused, thinking they were at some other place like that FABULOUS! Exit 38, but they seemed to know where they were going. Somebody messing around up there?

me 'n my buddy pope will award a case of tasty beer to the heroes who erase the "infinite bliss" atrocity. We'd do it ourselves but frankly, but we don't have the time it would take to perform this task with the care it deserves. Cold beer awaits you! P.S. Although Mickey's is our favorite, we'll try to get you whatever you like.

I don't know who told you that. Most judges will probably think you watch too much TV and are a time-wasting, under-qualified, wise-ass. "Don't even think you can bluff me with your visual aids, amateur!"

It's that time of year again! "Rockfest" makes its annual appearance in Leavenworth. Pancakes, special guests, play with shoes, etc...the ultimate goal being to get you excited so you can BUY MORE CRAP!!! It's going to happen whether we like it or not so me and my buddy "pope" are once again putting on our own counter-event. As before, it's called "Dwayner and Pope's Goodtime Boulderin' Rodeo". This is how it works: me and pope found an old mattress near the railroad tracks by South Tacoma Way in Tacoma a few years ago. It's got some major pee-stains and a few cigarette burns but otherwise, it will hold a tumble off a boulder like few others. Here it is (the blue one!): On Saturday, look for the mattress strapped to the top of one of our vehicles or pull over to the side of the road when you see the two of us ferrying "the pad" to a new site. We will be setting it up below some of the choicest of bouldering routes in Icicle Canyon. To lessen impact, we are limiting the Rodeo to Gurlz only. There will be a glass pickle jar nearby and we will be charging 50 cents a plop or you can get a punchcard: 3 plops for $5. Sit-starts are encouraged and ladies may bring their boyfriends for an extra-dollar providing the boyz shout classic calls of encouragement....for example, stuff like, "send it!" and "dyno for the mono-doight!" Silly you say? Sure beats this nonsense: Some of you might be thinking that the "Goodtime Boulderin' Rodeo" doesn't have enough events. Dude! So untrue! Here's a comparison of what Rockfest has to offer vs. the alternative event: Rockfest: Rock shoe demo at Barney's Rubble Boulderin' Rodeo: They's just wants you to buy new shoes! This is what we're gonna do: Meet us across the street at Bruce's Boulder and we're going to try on each other's shoes. A can of disinfective will be provided. Rockfest:Free clinics at Barney's Rubble Boulderin' Rodeo: No need to set up a clinic specifically for climbers in Icicle Canyon although perhaps no other group is more worthy. I hear there's a free clinic in Leavenworth or Wenatchee where you can have your curious rashes examined. Rockfest:Bridgecreek group campsite. BBQ, Party Boulderin' Rodeo:Weenie roast at 8-mile CG followed by a new drinking game we invented which is a combination of strip poker and Twister. Rockfest:Outdoor slideshow by the lovely Miss Katie Brown Boulderin' Rodeo: Although pope might still have a big crush on K.B., we're nonetheless thinking about contacting BIG LOU. We haven't talked to him yet because we're kinda awestruck and nervous. Big Lou Either way, there will be a special guest appearance by Dirty Bunny. Rockfest:Massive fundraising gear raffle for the "Washington Climbers Coalition". Boulderin' Rodeo: W.C.C.? We don't need no stinkin' W.C.C.! Rockfest:Pancake breakfast Bouldering Rodeo: Pancakes are overated. We're havin' sausage and sushi; both being provided by our old friend, Sushi Dog! (We only hope that the sausages come from a supermarket, and not from Sushi Dog's lawn.) Rockfest:Bouldering tour of the Leavenworth area Boulderin' Rodeo: Instead of 150 folks crowding and tripping over themselves with their pads, we got "The Mattress" as described above. Pay and take your plops! GOOD TIMES ? NO DOUBT! See you at the Rodeo!

Why not just join The Mountaineers? P.S. Don't forget your bouldering gaitors!

Grover Krantz was the man's name and he certainly at least THOUGHT OF HIMSELF as some sort of genius. He had a large collection of "authentic" tracks; some of the most "credible" being derived under very suspicious circumstances. I am in no way saying that Grover was being fraudulent; I think he was a true-believer. But some of the tracks he holds up as "unfakable" were "discovered" by known tricksters, one of them being the late Mr. Paul Freeman, the won who shot the second video displayed in this topic. For a good, critical review of the evidence and the players in the hunt for Bigfoot, check out this book: David J. Daegling, "Bigfoot Exposed: An anthropologist examines America's enduring legend." Alta Mira Press. I think it would be utterly cool if there was a Bigfoot creature out there, but all of the physical evidence is very suspect. If it's really there, someone is going to have to produce some bones or a body, especially now that any film can be doctored by anyone with a home computer. If it's not out there, than we need to explain what it is about the human mind that causes people to interpret various visual stimuli as big bipedal primate.

You talkin' 'bout me, baby? Luv U 2! aloha, - Dwayner...uhhhh, I mean, "Raindawg".

For you or Raindawg? "archenemy" = "Donna Top-Step" (long-banned contributor to cc.com c.2001)? Sure sounds like her! Yo ho!

Anyone know how I can somehow recover 3 minutes and 57 seconds of my life? LEMON JELLY! EEEEEEEEE!

This graffiti....very poor form, in my opinion. But, there are also debatable issues. For example, we value the Roman graffiti found at Pompeii as historical documents; same with 19th century graffiti left here and there by European explorers in places such as Egypt. Yet we abhor the markings of Mr. Smythe at Exit 38. And there are other recent examples at climbing areas such as the graffiti at Vantage at the base of "Air Guitar" where Goran Kropp fell to his doom. (There somehow seems to be less objection to that although some find it just as aggregious. I do.) Modern graffiti is now a real issue at many of the world's monuments and some natural places where people feel compelled to leave their mark. And it's exponential. I've seen places where there were one or two scrawled names and a year later there are a dozen. It's like dogs peeing on a fire hydrant. I once took a pencil right out of the hand of a German tourist in the Valley of the Kings who was in the process of inscribing her VERY IMPORTANT visit to one of the world's great archaeological sites. She got very upset and somehow felt she had the right to do that. Ironically, she was writing directly over an ancient graffito scratched 3500 years ago! Some of us had a discussion once about where do we draw the line between historically valuable graffiti and vandalism. We decided that with some exceptions, graffiti up to the mid-19th century is interesting, often useful, and somewhat tolerable. After about that time, there are an increasing number of ways to document one's visits to here or there. Today, there are few excuses...internet blogs and venues like cc.com allow one to display (and even discuss) one's EXCITING! visit to Exit 38 or whatever without adding to the defacement of the rock. Maybe the recent graffiti maker should just get a tattoo in a prominent place that says "I CLIMBED AT EXIT 38! LOOK AT ME!"

An American fantasy: An American reality: "BEAT THIER ASSES!!!" = Jail time 4 U! I'd be careful about picking fights with car thieves; they might just shoot you. I know a guy who was held up by gunpoint for awhile perhaps a half-mile up the Stuart Lake Trail while returning to the parking lot. Apparently he was being "held back" while a team of thugs looted the cars. Some of these guys apparently use walkie-talkies to report on road and trail traffic. The judge says, "another nice fantasy", "but more jail time 4 you!" Hide your stuff! And by the way, don't assume that other "climbers" aren't involved. Everybody seems to be a "climber" these days, even if it's just a passing fad for many. In previous decades, when there was only a fraction of the number of "participants", there was a kind of accountabilty because everyone knew, or knew of, everyone else...a bygone era.

Splendid idea! It's good to be the king! (just ask Lou!)

Strange workout, dude. Can you get 100 pounds of sand into one of these things?: Did it look like this? Ahoy! (and she wind-surfs, too!) The new one: Last week's: