TeJay Posted February 7, 2008 Posted February 7, 2008 because I like to torture myself, feel the pain, and suffer Quote
Couloir Posted February 7, 2008 Posted February 7, 2008 For the booty. And the gear I find. Â +1 Quote
catbirdseat Posted February 7, 2008 Posted February 7, 2008 I think that Mohammad answered this question adequately long ago. He said, "if the mountain will not come to Mohammad, then Mohammad must go to the mountain". Quote
aussie69 Posted February 8, 2008 Posted February 8, 2008 Because Bigfoot puts out every time. Â wait a second... that fuckers banging you too?! that hairy son of a bitch Quote
sk Posted February 8, 2008 Posted February 8, 2008 Because Bigfoot puts out every time.   so whats your excuse now???? there are now sasquatch in astralia  i go to the mountains becuase it makes me feel more alive than anything else. because i always with out fail find my 'whatever' when i am there. it always slips away again so i have to go back and find it. it's like breathing. Quote
archenemy Posted February 8, 2008 Posted February 8, 2008 I go because I hope I'll run into Darius and her fashion sense. Quote
pink Posted February 8, 2008 Posted February 8, 2008 i go because i love pooping in a hole with the birds chirping and the sun shining on my face. Quote
dan_forester Posted February 8, 2008 Posted February 8, 2008 b/c i lost my weed there...somewhere... Â remember, only users lose drugs... Quote
Dechristo Posted February 8, 2008 Posted February 8, 2008 b/c i lost my weed there...somewhere... Â remember, only users lose drugs... Â drugs, only users lose remember... Quote
Bug Posted February 9, 2008 Posted February 9, 2008 I once sat on a prominent rock on the point of a ridge and gazed out over the valley in awe and wonder. I looked down between my feet and there was a carmex jar. I opened it to find a nice little bud. Ever since then, I have gone to the mountains to find Carmex jars. Quote
Sherri Posted February 9, 2008 Posted February 9, 2008 I go because I hope I'll run into Darius and her fashion sense. Â She did mention something about there being stalkers out there. Quote
Frikadeller Posted February 9, 2008 Posted February 9, 2008 I go to the Mountains to stalk the hikers.... Â Â It's fun! Appear out of "nowhere!" And scare the shit out of them... Â I think it's a "total" gas!! LOL! Quote
Sherri Posted February 9, 2008 Posted February 9, 2008 Â ... But you have to admit, its more difficult for a solo female, because they have to worry about SO many more safety issues with so many freaks and weirdos stalking around waiting to take advantage of you and then kill you. Â Damn alpine stalkers. There goes the neighborhood. Â Â Quote
minx Posted February 9, 2008 Posted February 9, 2008 ... But you have to admit, its more difficult for a solo female, because they have to worry about SO many more safety issues with so many freaks and weirdos stalking around waiting to take advantage of you and then kill you. Â Damn alpine stalkers. There goes the neighborhood. Â Â you know the city is so much safer for a single a girl than the mountains. Quote
Jeff W Posted February 9, 2008 Posted February 9, 2008 Personally, I go to the mountains to scare the shit out myself. Nothing quite like walking up on what you first think is a grizzly bear, but then realizing it's only a bull moose that you just startled... Quote
mattp Posted February 9, 2008 Posted February 9, 2008 A lot of women worry about being outside alone. Ever notice how many women there are on the Snow Lake trail, or Mt. Pilchuck? They feel safer with the constant traffic that reminds them of walking around Greenlake. Quote
snugtop Posted February 11, 2008 Posted February 11, 2008 They feel safer with the constant traffic that reminds them of walking around Greenlake. Â That sounds pretty snarky, Matt. Since you mention Pilchuck, wasn't it two women who were murdered there last year? I'd venture to guess that women are assauted 100% more than men outdoors, particularly women alone. I'm just reading a book, Strange Piece of Paradise, about two girls cycling across the US in '77 who were attacked by an axe-weilding maniac in their tent as they slept (miraculously, they survived) in a state park near Bend, OR. The author actually does some research and, sadly, her attack--while sensational--is not that unusual for women in parks and secluded areas. Quote
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