ivan Posted June 13, 2011 Share Posted June 13, 2011 Trip: Index Kardz - Davis Holed Me While In His Loving Arms Date: 6/13/2011 Trip Report: The Auold Rare Times - wife n' obligations Back EAst for a 6 week spell - fucking work still for a week! - but come the weekend me n' the powderhoudn Lived Like Kings! up, horrid-hungover, of an 8 on saturday by the phone - bryan far worse than my humble self, greyed out he was w/ tales of titty-clubs n' the special benefits of a pdx-lifestyle - our plans for an early start at an end, we Stayed On Target and Bent Space, smoke-full n' boozy-style, to index by 2 and dispatched the classics - city park, then godzilla and retard children - did i mention this was old boy's index cherry, popped nice n' clean? not too many trips w/ bryan, yet each has yield a fun odd image - this'un was in olypia - a truck loaded to the ballz w/ pot plants - apparently he didn't speak The Common Tongue as we frantically tried to wave him over holy shit, a fine night ensued Down By The River - river beer fridge - shotguns n' shenanigans down by the banks w/ super-sweet salmon n' special smokes the sweet sounds of the river ran through my head all the live-long day, yielding long sleep n' counterpointing all the fine head-shit a man must dispense w/ to love life [video:youtube] fire n' fornications of a different sort [video:youtube] lackadaisical start - who the fuck can awake w/ the roar of a river in his head? the sun was insistent of course, and so before noon we were up for breakfast and a river-session - grits n' butter n' bacon n' a pot-full of coffee - we parked in sludge n' stumbled up the steeps to the upper wall i dispatched the first pitch n' less-than-fine-style but good enough - then the 'hund got his life-wish - leading every pitch of a 5-come classic w/o complaint from his supplicant! here he is condemned on the 1st real pitch years back w/ The Layton we'd grown discourged here, but today it was sorted straight and it was done soon enough further up - a wild ride requires you to step right off the start up the rare-rock and pull the roof, then head left good times at start of the loving arms i grew momentarily discouraged when my Hero and Rope-gun flew apart at the sight of this pretentious predator on the variation to pitch 4 such a climb - cracks that don't quit - edges begging pulling - chalk-marks to the edge of creation - pro that appears on command it would seem - i sought for the final pitch, but for my clean soul i was pardoned a fine cap to the day - many raps - wine n' pbr at the base in a gentle drip - smokes n' steep descents - wife-talks n' a long ride home - tucking into the pillow at seatac and holy shit, suddenly i'm awaked at my fucking doorstep? byran, a rope gun and car driver par excellent! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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