minx Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 michael_layton said: Scary, I'm involved in like 3 or 4 of these stories? note to self: don't invite layton on any roadtrip Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 minx said: michael_layton said: Scary, I'm involved in like 3 or 4 of these stories? note to self: don't invite layton on any roadtrip hasn't that been obvious from the get go? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
minx Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 erik said: minx said: michael_layton said: Scary, I'm involved in like 3 or 4 of these stories? note to self: don't invite layton on any roadtrip hasn't that been obvious from the get go? my grasp of the obvious is a little weak Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necronomicon Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 michael_layton said: Scary, I'm involved in like 3 or 4 of these stories? My worst, also in OR. Pulled off hwy very late and very cold. Step out of car onto a hoof and leg. Turn my headlamp on to piss on nearby tire pile. Not a tire pile, but a pile of bloating carcasses. Horrified, I turn aroudn and find myself surrounded by dead cows, deer, and snafflehounds in various states of decay and dismemberment. Too tired to move, I put noseplugs in and kept one eye open till dawn. Mmmmm...carcasses. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rbw1966 Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 I snore. Loudly. Especially if I have been drinking. My buddy and I are crashed by the side of the rode in a remote part of Nevada on our way back from Zion. We're both crashed in the back of his Ford pick-up when he starts bitching about my snoring. I do the inchworm in my sleeping bag and fall off the tailgate, continuing the inchworm until I am under the truck. He stops bitching. Until it rains. And it rains hard. He crawls under the truck too. Then the bitching begins again. So we get up and start drinking. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necronomicon Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 rbw1966 said: I snore. Loudly. Especially if I have been drinking. My buddy and I are crashed by the side of the rode in a remote part of Nevada on our way back from Zion. We're both crashed in the back of his Ford pick-up when he starts bitching about my snoring. I do the inchworm in my sleeping bag and fall off the tailgate, continuing the inchworm until I am under the truck. He stops bitching. Until it rains. And it rains hard. He crawls under the truck too. Then the bitching begins again. So we get up and start drinking. I love a happy ending. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bunglehead Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 YEAAAA!!! Drinking!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mattp Posted October 17, 2003 Share Posted October 17, 2003 Going to Rattlesnake Point in Ontario, we arrived late at night and for some reason we didn't want to head into the park so we pulled onto a farm road, and hopped a fence to roll out our bags where there was some nice flat grass on the other side. About six in the morning, I heard some snorting and cracked an eye open to see a big nose, with some big eyes somewhere not far behind. I shake the fog out of my brain and I realize it's a large cow, and then I notice that we are completely surrounded by ten or twelve of them. They are all standning in a perfect circle, staring at us. The big guy and his friends stand resolute as I nudge my buddy and we both sit up to start discussing what to do. Ethan stands up and waves his arms. No dice. He grabs a sack of tent poles that we hadn't used, rattles it and swings it as if he's going to whack Mr. Big (he's too scared to actually make contact). No luck. Whistling, shouting, whatever we try just doesn't seem to change anything. Five minutes later, farmer Joe must have opened up the barn or something. We didn't hear or notice any signal, but the cows just turned away and walked off. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted October 18, 2003 Share Posted October 18, 2003 When I was 6... and paralyzed... my puppy chewed my fingers off at my bivi! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted October 18, 2003 Share Posted October 18, 2003 tough one to lose Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chelle Posted October 18, 2003 Share Posted October 18, 2003 mattp said: Five minutes later, farmer Joe must have opened up the barn or something. We didn't hear or notice any signal, but the cows just turned away and walked off. Either that or they determined through their council meeting that you were not a true threat and just left feeling sorry for you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nolanr Posted October 22, 2003 Share Posted October 22, 2003 mattp said: Going to Rattlesnake Point in Ontario, we arrived late at night and for some reason we didn't want to head into the park so we pulled onto a farm road, and hopped a fence to roll out our bags where there was some nice flat grass on the other side. About six in the morning, I heard some snorting and cracked an eye open to see a big nose, with some big eyes somewhere not far behind. I shake the fog out of my brain and I realize it's a large cow, and then I notice that we are completely surrounded by ten or twelve of them. They are all standning in a perfect circle, staring at us. The big guy and his friends stand resolute as I nudge my buddy and we both sit up to start discussing what to do. Ethan stands up and waves his arms. No dice. He grabs a sack of tent poles that we hadn't used, rattles it and swings it as if he's going to whack Mr. Big (he's too scared to actually make contact). No luck. Whistling, shouting, whatever we try just doesn't seem to change anything. Five minutes later, farmer Joe must have opened up the barn or something. We didn't hear or notice any signal, but the cows just turned away and walked off. Car bivied just a little ways before the TH to Big Sandy Lake, WY this summer. Woke up to a bunch of free range cattle roaming around. The big bulls took turns snorting and stamping and giving each other the evil eye, then charging until they were eyeball to eyeball. Then they just stood there for several seconds, looked around a little sheepishly, and charged off to take care of the next rival. Freakin' hilarious, big stupid oafs. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wayne Posted October 22, 2003 Share Posted October 22, 2003 Iprefer to go to a pass on the way to Lassen to bivvy, You can bivy there at 5000+ feet in elevation and start acclimatising there, Or myt, Ashland ski parking lot gets you up there too. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
browntoe98 Posted October 22, 2003 Share Posted October 22, 2003 My worst road bivy actually happened in a god-forsaken hell hole known as Arizona. I was driving straight through from Oregon to W. Texas and made the mistake of having a beer with dinner. Twenty minutes later I was in danger of nodding over the wheel of my Datsun 210, so I pulled into the Interstate meridian to doze for an hour or two. I laid a sawed off Ithica pump across my lap and reclined the drivers seat at about 1:30 AM. I had the strangest dream that I'd slept all night and the sun was up and the Arizona Highway Patrol was looking in my window. I awoke with a start. Started the engine and, in now broad daylight, backed the car up into the middle of the interstate, past two Highway Patrol cars parked behind me and drove away. Oddly enough they didn't give chase, but that was before that nut Tim McVey pulled his shit. So maybe they weren't quite as sensitive as they are today. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
browntoe98 Posted October 22, 2003 Share Posted October 22, 2003 sal said: close second: hwy 18, near tiger mtn, on the way home very late from tacoma, decided to have a quick nap. i'm startled awake by the tap tap of on my window. police officers giving me the third degree You really need to start carrying that Ithaca sawed off pump shot-gun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EWolfe Posted October 22, 2003 Share Posted October 22, 2003 browntoe98 said: My worst road bivy actually happened in a god-forsaken hell hole known as Arizona. It's unfortunate that you didn't sop and do some of the quality climbing on your way to the real hole, West Texas. You would find some excellent and varied routes in that fine state. Agre wih the bivvy, though, but it could have been worse, especially if it happened in Texas. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
browntoe98 Posted October 22, 2003 Share Posted October 22, 2003 MisterE said: browntoe98 said: My worst road bivy actually happened in a god-forsaken hell hole known as Arizona. It's unfortunate that you didn't sop and do some of the quality climbing on your way to the real hole, West Texas. You would find some excellent and varied routes in that fine state. Agre wih the bivvy, though, but it could have been worse, especially if it happened in Texas. Man, no argument there. I spent 8 years in that weeping pustule on the buttocks of the universe (W. Texas). ...but Phoenix runs a close second. Now I live in paradise, TGNW. And I'm only gonna leave feet first (unless I happen to fall into the crevasse head first of course) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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