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THE CLASSIC - by Jesse James

 

(dedicated to the Columbia Buttress, Revelstoke)

 

The guidebook marked it ‘classic’

The FA called it ‘boss’

Above me on the starting pitch –

One hundred feet of choss.

 

My parter froze with mouth agape

The looseness gave him pause

Handing him the rack I grinned

‘Ain’t nothing but some moss.’

 

Halfway up that awful pitch

He pulled a piece of choss

Tumbling down the rotten face

His words were at a loss.

 

The guidebook marked it ‘classic’

The FA called it ‘boss’

Above me on the second pitch –

One hundred feet of choss.

 

I grabbed the rack and charged that crack

And hollared down to Ross

‘Watch me, dude, this block moves’ Then BAM!

Down went man and rope and choss.

 

We talked about retreating as our hearts were wildly beating

Bad luck is one of Murphy’s laws.

I thought ‘maybe it gets better’ as I crawled up to the station

with trembling hands and chattering jaws.

 

The guidebook marked it ‘classic’

The FA called it ‘boss’

Above me on the final pitch –

Two hundred feet of choss.

 

Suddenly I felt a shaking as of something smartly breaking

Pulling on a flake nearly fifteen feet across

Flying backwards in the air I screamed

‘This route has been my albatross.’

 

(for more climbing poems, humor, trip reports, beta and pictures visit http://WhippersAndTears.com)

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