Sherri

Someone who owns more than one piece of bean bag furniture.

I remember when Nestle's Quik, Yoo-hoo, and CocoWheats tasted like chocolate. Now they don't.

Climb at Snow Creek wall on a Monday.

Bill, thanks for sharing that memory. We lived through some interesting adventures, too, and it was good to be reminded of how such things impact and influence who we become. I came across this poem a couple years ago and it has stuck with me as another reminder of what we lose when we gain. The poverty of having everything is not wanting anything: I trudge down the mall halls and see nothing wanting which would pick me up: I stop at a cheap $79 piece of jewelry, a little necklace dangler, and it has a diamond chip in it hardly big enough to sparkle, but it sparkles: a piece of junk, symbolically vast; imagine, a life with a little sparkle in it, a little sparkle like wanting something, like wanting a little piece of shining, maybe the world's smallest ruby: but if you have everything the big carats are merely heavy with price and somebody, maybe, trying to take you over: the dull game of the comers–on, waiting everywhere like moray eels poked out of holes: what did Christ say, sell everything and give to the poor, and immediacy enters; daily bread is the freshest kind: dates, even, laid up old in larders, are they sweet: come off sheets of the golden desert, knees weak and mouth dry, what would you think of an oasis, a handful of dates, and a clear spring breaking out from under some stones: but suppose bread can't daily be found or no oasis materializes among the shimmers: lining the outside of immediacy, alas, is uncertainty: so the costly part of the crust of morning bread is not knowing it will be there: it has been said by others, though few, that nothing is got for nothing: so I am reconciled: I traipse my dull self down the aisles of desire and settle for nothing, nothing wanted, nothing spent, nothing got.

The Squamish Municipal(also called the Kinsman) campground--next to the Brennan Rec centre--seems like it would be ideal for the kiddies...it is right next to the swimming pool, skateboard park, and BMX park and playfields. Oh, and it's close to the climbing. Toprope's galore at the Smoke Bluffs. Not sure what the reservation process would be for a group, but I see groups camping there all the time. Also has a picnic shelter and the sites have fire pits for late night weenie roasts.

Sequim's Lavender Festival has us hunkered down in the backyard today, hiding from the hordes of lavender looky-loo's. Nothing to see here folks, move along....and no, you can NOT have our lavender flag.

Bill, I think your freudian slip is showing

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....