Sherri

Sat-- Got in a lovely 35 mile bike ride(clothed) before the rain and wind came; put the finishing touches on a tile project at our cabin(something about working with tile and mortar and all that feels so good. Maybe it reminds me of rock ). Sun--Did a 10-mile trailrun near the beach at the Dungeness Spit; clawed my way up a couple spicy routes at the Elwha Wall with k.rose; packed the van for the climbing trip tomorrow... Lebbenwerf, here I comes!

I hate living so far from any granite. But, if it were in my backyard, I'd never get anything done besides climbing it, so I guess distance is good for balance. A friend of mine likes to say, "Be where you are."

Two words: speed bump.

The one with the most posts is the one having the most fun.

We're all here because we're not all there.

...Not that there's anything wrong with being a bottom. Just because it's free, doesn't mean it's a good deal.

I'm always up for some trad fun. Check your PM's.

Was pretty quiet. Well, until we got there, that is.

This made for an interesting sound effect during my ascent of that first pitch of Midway; it was like Satan himself was hurling swear words at me through Damnation Crack.

Castle Rock. Had to do some old-school climbin' to work off that cheesecake.

There's a general contractor around here with that as his business name("Tubafor"). But my favorite is the one called "Gutter Done." I doubt either of them is into using teh metrical systems.

I wish they'd just call the damn things what they really are: 1 1/2's by 3 1/2's. Would the metric unit reflect their actual dimension, or would it be a direct conversion of the "2x4" nominal description?

You're invited to my next dinner party. There's a four-drink-per-guest minimum.

Well, ok, I guess this one time wouldn't hurt.

Is it too late to apply for the free gift card?

I'm with my buddy High on this, too. If I'm sketchy about a particular route, watching someone style it first gives me a good visual model for my own efforts to send it(even though I may fall far short.) Unfortunately, being open to this external influence has also worked against me, as I find it hard to style a route after I've just watched someone panic and flail. Can be a little hard to shake the bad vibes. Still, watching someone climb beautifully, or do anything beautifully, for that matter, is inspiring.

The Holy Spirit is aid.

Those who do it simply because they love to do it, out of a love for the experience regardless of it's outcome--that's the BEST kind of climbers. You're in!

Here I am! Don't worry, High-, I'm still here for you! love you too buddy! Didn't mean to worry my dearest cc.comer's. (You guys are so sweet to miss me!) I've missed you, too. But Muffy's right, she didn't have me. (glad you'd let me post though, if you did ). Actually, Archy was my captor. I'm a lucky girl. (And rmncwrtr, I'm saving the choc sauce pudding for us. For this trip, I made creamy lemon cheesecake bars with macadamia-nut crust. They went perfectly with the raspberries Archy brought. Good thing we got in lots of climbing!)

True. And you don't even get a nice pelt out of the deal.

The beginning of eternity, The end of time and space, The beginning of every end And the end of every place. Archenemy has two, of course. Kevbone does with one. Answer's in every question, It's also found in none.

A one-eyed bunny lives in our driveway(before we back out the cars, we have to make sure he's not under them. If he is, we shoo him away by waving at him on his good-eye side). I don't think he'd be too happy to hear about Mr. Dirty Bunny's exploits--gives the other bunnies a bad name. Not cool.

Wheelchairs are cool. Keep on truckin', Mr. Cool Dood.