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We fed him a little pate, then let him go.

Chanterelles aren't supposed to come up until September, but the rainforest apparently operates under its own rules.

exactly. shit catapult from 50m is the appropriate response. Shitzkrieg.

Also missing is the far right end of the chart, where the height/weight curve goes asymptotic due to gravitational effects.

This is where a butt plug really comes into its own. No household should be without one.

Where is the 'Great, Fat Pie Wagon' category I've seen on other height/weight charts?

I'm fatter than a force fed chuffy hog

Depends on what she looks like. Or in Trashie's case, "he" No, you still can't borrow my butt plug, KKK, so stop PMing me. Besides, they charge duty for those things at the Canadian border.

If I wake up in some stranger's house, should I kill myself?

Trip: Bogachiel Schwakathon - Bogachiel River - High Divide - Olympic Hotsprings Date: 7/23-25/2007 Trip Report: When my friend Dimitri asked me to join him for a traverse from the Bogachiel River to Olympic Hotsprings via the High Divide, I pictured a gentle stroll through nature’s giants on soft, verdant carpets of moss. Well, the national park’s ‘trail standards’ for the Bogachiel River are somewhat different than for the Hoh: half of nature’s giants seemed to be lying across the trail every few hundred feet or so…for it’s entire 18 mile length. It didn’t help matters that when one of these monsters comes down, it takes the whole neighborhood with it. If you want to see the rainforest in its fully wild (read: un-maintained) state, the Bogachiel is for you. We actually debated how to keep our feet dry at the first stream crossing. Dry feet. The first thing to go. A light rain/mist/drip storm kept us cool during the first day. Two large herds of Roosevelt elk kept us company, as well as salamanders, frogs, and of course, slugs. By days end I was so crazy with blowdown fever that I started counting slugs on the trail with a stop watch; a sort of a do-it-yourself wildlife survey. My estimate: 100,000 slugs per square mile; about 8 tons worth. I tried to verify this, but failed to find a published figure. I did find a study that estimated the chance of a banana slug getting its penis bitten off by its partner during mating, however; an apparently common behavior of that species. Dimitri is the perfect partner for this kind of trip, because, as an arctic/desert explorer (he recently crossed the Bering Strait…on foot), the worse the terrain, the more he seems to enjoy it. In addition, he has a peculiar French habit of packing an assortment of non-traditional trail cuisine which might include coppa , oysters, pate, and goat cheese. What? No wine? Finally, he can spot a chanterelle or king bolete from orbit, although he may sacrifice an ankle or two in the excitement of discovery. We haven’t tested his ability to sniff out truffles yet. Garter snake 18 miles of gymnastic fun Blowdowns? You don’t know from blowdowns. We camped at Fifteen Mile shelter (dry but no bunks) and cooked up the chanterelles we picked enroute. We didn’t bother visiting Flapjack shelter; the access trail was blocked by blowdowns. The following morning the weather broke. Morning at Fifteen Mile Rainforest canopy One elk that will never bother anyone ever again Forest light The upper Bogachiel trail does improve somewhat after Fifteen Mile. The Hyak shelter is in good shape; it still has bunks. Twenty One Mile shelter has been destroyed, however, and the few hikers who take this route are apparently now using it for firewood. Fortunately, the park service has recently rebuilt the bridge over the upper Bogachiel gorge. The Low and High Divide Trails, being part of the much touristed Seven Lakes Basin loop, are of course impeccably maintained by an army of Swiss trail engineers who scrub it regularly with toothbrushes. We spent our second night just short of a fantastic ‘hardened’ campsite on the High Divide with spectacular views of Olympus…much to the consternation of a late arriving ranger. Fog rolls in over Seven Lakes Basin Sunset on the High Divide The High Divide Avalanche Lily. High Divide. From the High Divide we dropped to Heart Lake, beautiful but crowded, then on to the Sol Duc River, then over Appleton Pass for a much needed soak in Olympic Hot Springs. The total trip length is about 44 miles. I’m not sure I want to know what was happening here. Heart Lake. One of the last remaining goats expresses his opinion on relocation. Heart Lake. Buttercup. Appleton Pass. Bluebells. Appleton Pass. Sitka Valerian. Appleton Pass. Shooting Star. Appleton Pass. Gear Notes: Chainsaws, steam donkey, ladders

In order for this to be categorized as domestic terrorism, the government must show that his intent was to coerce the conduct of government. If I were the prosecuter, I'd avoid the terrorism card.

That'll do. Thanks, buddy.

Anybody have any suggestions?

You could become the next Patsy Cline....

Intwesting TR. I had now idea anything this groovy was to be found in that area. Still, it's gonna be hard to climb there.... Must Not Trundle

Fiberglass is murder!

There's a place along the Highway to Hell that'll take care of that for ya.

Gin, vodka, whiskey, gin... they're all proof positive that God loves us.

I don't know about livestock, but growing your own veggies is WAY more efficient than getting them from agribusiness, and the veggies are far more nutritious if you use sound organic practices. I grow them on my parking strip on a small city lot, using homemade compost and home mixed organic fertilizer from bulk materials purchased once a year on the way to a climb. I just walk out of my front door and harvest. I gather about half the seeds I need from my plants. No pesticides or oil based fertilizers. Total recycling. It doesn't get more efficient than that.

Go ahead! Bury your own Mother!

We got the cheapest saddlebags I could find and they worked fine. One dog got a little chafing under her front armpit, but nothing other than that. Their paws got a little raw in between their toes from 'braking' on the snow descent, but they were fine by the next day. The trails aren't very rocky, which can be cause problems, so no worries there. Dogs can carry about 20% of their weight; 8 lbs in this case. That included all of their food, water, gear, and a little bit of ours, too. Funny, our packs got lighter every day; theirs never did. For them, we took 1.5x their normal rations of food, water/food bowls, a little first aid kit (neosporine, doggy ace bandage), a foam sleeping pad, an airline blanket, leashes (OK, we forgot the leases in the car, but they would have been useful), a set of four booties in case of paw injury, and a 3/4 liter water bottle each. At first they had no clue what to do with a pack on their back. One kept running richocheting off of trees and rocks like a pinball. Within an hour or so, they had it pretty well figured out.

Try making love on a gummy bear skin rug. It really changes the experience.

I've heard that taking out children is illegal. Regardless of your definition.

Exactly my sentiment. They could have at least removed the head before they deep fried it.

Fingers of Furry? Cut back on the red meat.