Had some of that a few times about 15 years ago. We had a pub here (since closed up) that imported over 400 beers from around the world. I almost slit my wrists the day they closed down...
Oh, and tonight I opted to go domestic. A couple Pyramid Ambers at the Bonefish and then a bottle of Lady in Red (Kestrel) when I got home. I'm gonna go watch a DVD now and eventually pass out for the evening. Long day today...
Why, thanks for asking, 5K. I believe it's time for me to wrap up this long (13-hour) day and hit Bonefish with the buds and wash down a few frosty beverages. Then home to my wine collection. Think I'll go biking in the hills around Walla Walla tomorrow. Supposed to be nice...
I just love reading the inane comments on these sorts of stories...
And the whole SI v English units thing, too. A grizzly 18m up a tree? That's like, what, about 60 feet?
Damn, he musta been reeeeeeeealy hungry...
Guy Waterman wrote about his and Henry Barber's 50th?? anniversary ascent of a classic ice route in NH (Pinnacle Gulley, Odell's gulley?) wearing period clothing and using period climbing equipment. A couple of young climbers with modern gear gave them the stink eye, apparently thinking they were stuck behind a couple of old coots, but Guy and Henry easily outpaced the 'paper tigers'.
Now that woulda been sump'n to see. A couple of old farts blowin' the doors off of some hotshot kids.
Hey there, Dane, this statement appears to be mutually exclusive. I, too, had a Whillans as my first sewn harness (after tiring of tying my own every outing), and that thing was a pain in the nuts, to be sure!
Upper left and lower right... Youch!