Thursday, June 24, 2004

So last night as I'm leaving work I get a call from Adam.
He was at Pirate's Cove bouldering (the Beach) and jumped off a problem landing on a rock.
He snapped his ankle.
The man takes huge whippers climbing and breaks his ankle bouldering.

edit: I got another call from Adam. Ankle is not broken but is dislocated with tendon/ligament tears.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

it's dave's bday

yes i know this looks gay.
Zac hurts his BERRIES AND TWIG
burgers and hotdogs and steak oh my!
So I am now the King of carcamping.........I bought a 2.5 gallon solar shower and a coleman roadtrip party grill for our grilling pleasure.

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

I am Zac.........Tip me

What's that you more pics of you?
as you wish.
Yo Yo Yo, I'm back in the game. So yes I'm not sure if I'm moving or not. But the company I work for just got bought out, so I may still have to go work for upstagging out of Chicago. And quit posting pics of me. I don't want anyone knowing who I am.

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Dave should like this.
The Panorama Factory
Just heard from Zac
he'll be in town on Friday and is going to Williamson to climb with Michelle.

oh and he's having 2nd thoughts about moving to chi-town.

Monday, June 14, 2004

Damnit you guys need to get your sorry asses out to the Needles.
There is even mountain biking and stuff.

My ass has been getting whooped out there on a regular basis.
Margee's house on top of the Magician
After 2 1/2 miles of hiking up and down you round the bend and there's a great view of the fire lookout. You've still got to hike up to the lookout and around it before you get to the main climbing area.
Hey Art. Check this out.
Eggstractor AS SEEN ON TV

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

So I put in for my vacation.
I hope to be climbing in Yosemite/Tuolomne from June 26th to July 6th.

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Since he's not around to defend himself...
but you fuck one goat!

I can't believe you're moving to F-ing Chicago.
Maria Butterly & Her Band
Thursday June 10th
Music Style: Celtic/Country-Rock/Folk

Monday, June 07, 2004

Grand Little Experiment

Lets take another crack at that banner ad: Animal Husbandry

Friday, June 04, 2004

Have you guys seen Dan Delange's post about The RGold collection some good info here, take a read.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

my housemates took this picture in moab

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

ever since art brought up that minister thing, our add has changed.
so lets try something new.

dogs, cats, puppies, rats
snakes, elephants, zoos, animal husbandry.

ceramics, pottery, art, surfing, mountain biking. climb, climbing, climber, climb on.
which way do we go?
So who is attending Meg's BigBear shindig.
What time are ya'all heading up if you're going?
The Sorceror
Imagine hearing Peregrines screaming in the distance and the wind howling like a Banshee thru the notch.
The Needles.........Intimidation Sierra style.

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

There I was, face to face with the beast I had only heard of in legend. Its fiery eyes like the lingering coals of our campfire the night before. It stopped just short of our encampment, raised up on its hinds and looked straight at me. Before I could react it moved behind a tree preparing for its strike. Catie unaware of the danger sat comfortably on a log as the beast approached. Jorge and I yelled at her "Lookout, RUN Catie!!!" and with a yelp she fled to safety. Having lost an easy victim the beast was not discouraged and it quickly moved towards our food stores. Being this deep in the wilderness we knew we were doomed if our food were to be lost so the cry went out "To arms, to arms!" as Jorge and I took in hand the sturdiest throwing rocks we could find. Despite the onslaught of hard cold stone the beast was not deterred. Its thick fur coat protecting it from the most direct of blows. But then, finally, our onslaught forced the creature back into the recesses of its cave where it readied itself... As I approached I could feel the heat of its breath, rife with the stink of the victims before. I drew near the mouth of the abyss and there I saw it, claws raised, ready to tear my guts and feast upon my viscera. I summoned up what strength I had left and with a final gasp "That's a bad Marmot! You stay away from our food!" And so the beast was banished, returning only as we left as if to bid a worthy adversary adieu.

I'm above the last bolt, the topo indicated the crux is getting to the big knob (incidently the last piece of pro before the anchors) 15 feet above me.
The wind keeps threatening to blow me off the route.
I'm smearing with my right foot and edging with my left.
Open gripping slopers and delicate footwork gets me to the knob which I tie off with a slip knot and clip the rope in.
Cool now I've got about thirty feet to go...........with no more pro.
10 feet of 5.9 climbing and I glance down.....Tim and Kristin are staring at me with their mouths open and frightened looks on their faces.
I decide that is NOT good and resolve not to look at them anymore.
Oh hell yes.....a Jugfest!
Well a sloper jugfest and better than what I had at the 10a section.
5 feet from the anchors I find another knob and tie it off (thumb of god).
I reach the chains and clip in....."off belay".
Kristin begins clapping and Tim starts cheering.
I feel like a god.

I love the Needles