tvashtarkatena

no defense of dwayner or pope here, but do you really advocate an approach to climbing that has no considerations of one's impact on both climbing and the environment? i suppose you're simply running off against the demagoguery of dwayner and pope.... not that it really matters; all of this catterwauling is simply here for my entertainment. Is this guy that out to lunch? His responses seem to have nothing to do with the posts he's quoting. Not that there's anything wrong with that. The world's big enough for loonytoons, too.

And I'm not sure what the hell you're going on about (does anyone?), but I'm referring primarily (as I mentioned) to Darrington: which has been a bolted area from the very beginning. The originators of the climbs there ARE the ones upgrading them...again, as I previously stated. Dumbass.

Coincidence? I went backpacking with a married couple, both of the branola stripe. I had fishing gear, so I loaned it to them. The guy caught a fish, and his wife practically fucked him on the spot. They barely made it into the tent. Even after a million years, being a good hunter still gets you laid.

Yeah, that's all well and good, but just remember... nuff said.

Just put out a trap. You'll be satisfied by the little bastard's broken neck. The problem with a trap in a compost pile is what do you use for bait? Compost? Like, he's already swimming in food, you know?

I sank the Bismark when I was a specfor operative. No need to brag any further.

Beeoootiful!

Well, I'm not disagreeing there, but I'm kind of looking for quick (and, at this point, satisfying) results.

Seems to me that a gun is a great way to kill your neighbor's kid by accident while trying to keep the marauding zombie hordes away from your fly stereo system...particularly the gun recommended in this thread. Unless you live on the moon, a shotgun with very limited penetration power is the only sane home defense weapon, if paranoia drives you in that direction. The canine alarm system is foolproof. Personally, I would just litter the floor in front of every window and door with potato chip bags. That worked this weekend for me when my tent was infiltrated....

So, I've got a nice, fat rat that has taken a liking to my compost pile. I'm thinking a high velocity eviction notice may be in order. Anyone local have one of these I can borrow for a couple of weeks?

Can I borrow your pellet gun, Mr. Messner? I've got a big rat in my compost pile who needs an eviction notice.

The difference may be, of course, that these guys all still climb.

THAT was funny (the Tvash equivalent of an anti-CareBear)

Also, I climb with folks who put up a ton of rock FA's in WA. None of them, not one, advocate or celebrate repeating the run out/shitty gear style of climbing they practiced back in the day. They realize that that was then, they were young and crazy, and this is now. In fact, several of that same group actively still upgrade the bolts, anchors, and trails at the areas they developed way back when. Darrington comes to mind. Thanks from the rest of us, guys. Your continued efforts to keep Washington's wedder little jewels maintained to a high standard are greatly appreciated.

You gotta love the poster's 'my pie is better than your pie' comparison with Fred B, a guy who, although famously quirky, seems to have his ego in check, particularly with regards to his crushing accomplishments. Get fucking real, dude.

Rainier's just a hike...until a 150 foot wide snow patch collapses underneath you. Then it becomes a real mountain again.

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! Oh wait...they didn't use profanity in Raindawg's time, back then all climbers knew each other, had the same values, and didn't swear! The funny thing is, I'm from Raindawg's time. The climbers I know from that time either a) have moved on to other things or b) are still doing it, albeit it at a more relaxed pace and often in a different form. Even as their relationship with the wilderness has matured and changed, some are just as passionate as they ever were about getting out. I don't personally know anyone from 'back in the day' who continues to chest beat about their Pleistocene accomplishments or, even more embarrassing, their decades-old academic degrees. Pope and Dwayner are unique in this respect, as far as I've been able to tell. But then, I've never really hung around with any pure road-side craggers, so I'm not that familiar with the species. In general, those who throw a bit of alpinism in the mix, even the most talented of said group, seem to have an healthy humbleness when it comes to their exploits. To this group, it's pretty obvious who remains in charge. Perhaps Don and company have more alpinism under their belt than I realize. If so, it seems that they may have forgotten the lessons others have taken from that experience, at least as far as their online personas are concerned. One might argue that their egos need a little pin prick, but I'd wager that deflation has already occurred, and what we witness here is an inability to accept the inevitable and age gracefully. Along that vein, I understand and don't entirely disagree with Don's revulsion to over-bolting from a preservation standpoint. Unfortunately for him, his credibility drops to zero with his kindergartener's 'my pie is better than your pie' delivery and 'with us or against us' attitude. But then, he's not really a part of the climbing community anymore, so, I suppose he feels like he doesn't really need to give a shit about his relationship to it.

A bit ahead of schedule. Nice.

I'm reminded of the Terminator, with it's limited menu of responses to stimuli. Except, you know, that it's a 'credentialed' Terminator.

A spicey surprise after a long day, for sure. It's never over til it's over.

It also strikes me that fewer BLTs and more BOLTs in his life might help this couch Jaba recapture a slice of those Glory Days.

For some, everything is garbled. The author's conclusions were crystal clear to me, and, I'd wager, most other readers as well.

The guy's pretty much like a wind up toy. Push the button, get the bear. Except, you know, he's like a "credentialed" wind up toy. A perfect fit for the drain filter of arrested development and social dysfunction that is academia.

More, please.

This seems to be the 'dissenting' crowd's week for melt downs. Done with you! Give it a another week for some temporary sobriety to take effect and everything will be the same as it ever was.