Sherri

The beauty of trail-running is that the world is your toilet.

Those won't do you a bit of good when they take out the bridge next year. We're all going to die of boredom and inbreeding.

Sounds familiar.

I caught myself saying "It's peanut butter jelly time!" to my partner last week. Granted, it was because I was hungry after our climb--I always eat pbj's for lunch--but once the words left my mouth it was too late...I couldn't get this damn video out of my head.

Where's that thread Archie posted a few years back about the ginormous pile she discovered in her parking spot? Classic poo TR, that was.

Is anyone else already selling(climbing)gear on this side of the water??? Hang a carabiner on your display rack and you will have achieved dominance.

There goes the neighborhood.

You're done when I say you're done.

Note to self: start going to church. You funny, girl. Do I hear an "Amen?"

Note to self: start going to church.

How big of a piece of salami does this pitch require? As a general rule, the size of the salami isn't as important as the placement. Nice going, Rob!

A work of art.

Sucking is not a choice, it's a lifestyle.

LD sucked the life right outta my mom for about five years. It was hard to see her like that, and we started believing it was the way things were going to stay. However, last year she turned a corner after being on a different course of antibiotics (for an unrelated illness). Now she's back to her bright, energetic self and going like a house on fire. It was a complete turnaround. Hang in there!

Cut-and-paste profanity is a slippery slope.

You said a bad word.

climbingweather.com Fun to see the "where you should be climbing today" cover page. And you can search for weather based on distance from your location(if you want to see where the best climbing weather is within a certain driving distance.)

If I could turn back time....

The VW bus barely gets 20mpg, we don't have the dogs' tuxes finished, and the Indigo Girls are playing in Seattle next weekend, so we're going to have to take a pass on this one. Thanks anyway. 2A2Jt4WOxN8

She's purty.

I've done some roped-soloing trips lately--as in, planned to climb by myself, rather than being forced to do it because someone bailed--and I have observed an interesting phenomena on these trips. Not only do they take on a more personal rhythm than the usual climbing trip, which is primarily shaped and driven by the partner dynamic(where do we meet, what do we climb, who's going to drive, etc), but I find myself gravitating toward more low-key or out-of-the-way routes. If I go to a "popluar" crag, it's on a weekday, or in the late evening, or in bad weather when there's less likely to be company. It wasn't a conscious strategy, but, rather a pattern that created itself, presumably driven by the same impetus that made the solo experience a desirable outcome in the first place. I've learned a lot about myself and my climbing when I'm alone. I also talk to myself(I've got to stop that, it's getting annoying.) The fascinating(and surprising) part of this new world for me was that somewhere along the way to my "solo" experience I slipped into a subculture of other "soloists"(I use the term in its broader sense, as in, someone climbing alone, whether roped, aid, bouldering...). As the clouds roll in or as the sun begins to sit heavy on the darkening horizon, people quietly appear. Some with just a pair of shoes, some with aid gear, some with a rope and I-pod, but each is alone in their pursuit. You hear no one shout "on-belay" or "off-belay" or "WHAAAAT?!" The few times it's happened, I remember it being a surreal scene, such a contrast from hustle-bustle crag activity I'm more familiar with.

Ew. Now I know why I don't do alpine.

Inspiring as usual, Tvash! Your TR's would make an incredible coffee table book; the pics take you right in. Forgive my ignorance here, but why do you need a cooler in that environment? Looks like the whole landscape is one big ice chest. Brrrr.

I'm worried all those wires will get in the way when we go climbing this summer. And my "guns" aren't THAT big. It's just that the rest of me is small. Except the clown-feet.

Uh, maybe you should have opted for the stitch. Just sayin'.