I screamed once, in a car, on A1A heading north out of Daytona Beach.
My buddy went to tap the ashes off the end of the last half of joint he'd just lit, the one we needed to get us back to Georgia. HE SLIPPED LET THE WHOLE THING GO OUT THE WINDOW!
Much screaming ensued.
DMT
I was expecting you to say it landed in your crotch.
Down your shirt is bad too.
Jay
Indeed! Having witnessed similar events, a few of the first times I've ever heard a scream, sob, pain-noise and whimper all at the same time-heh! Not the last, but definitely a few of the first.
True screams? That I remember, two distinct screams, both from wimpish reactions to falling from top outs on a few of my first boulder problems. I just LOVED how at Lover's Leap it echoed all the way to South Lake Tahoe!
I've just experienced the scream over the crux. Buddy finishes a lovely lead. I have serious doubts about my ability to clean. I get to the crux, he asks excitedly "Are you ready for this?!" As I pull through the moves of the crux I scream out "NO I'M NOT!" with a healthy pain cry and when I see him at the top, I'm laughing - made me cry a little tear - bastard! What an awesome time!
Can the big hard ones make me scream? Oh yeah! Some of the smaller hard ones too...heh!
Ah yes, the "I'm having a bad day so this sport is FUCKING RETARDED" hissy fit. Indeed, when I start hanging around too much on the gear (you know, like 40 mins on route 15 of which was climbing) I start getting all pissy like a little girl who didn't get an icce cream. I mostly just murmur about how fucking retard this is, how stupid the climb is, how sandbagged it is, how it's harder for tall people etc. etc. Anyone who was there for my lead attempt of Bad Mokey Roof at wall street sure got a show. Fucking stupid climb, no WAY bigger guys are meant to be able to climb that shit!
Raises hand - was there and snapping pics of Bad Moki Roof. You were fine, just a bad day. If you had climbed it the day I met you, when you cruised the 11 in between the routes Jeremiah and I did, then you would have scored it fine.
Ah yes, the "I'm having a bad day so this sport is FUCKING RETARDED" hissy fit. Indeed, when I start hanging around too much on the gear (you know, like 40 mins on route 15 of which was climbing) I start getting all pissy like a little girl who didn't get an icce cream. I mostly just murmur about how fucking retard this is, how stupid the climb is, how sandbagged it is, how it's harder for tall people etc. etc. Anyone who was there for my lead attempt of Bad Mokey Roof at wall street sure got a show. Fucking stupid climb, no WAY bigger guys are meant to be able to climb that shit!
Raises hand - was there and snapping pics of Bad Moki Roof. You were fine, just a bad day. If you had climbed it the day I met you, when you cruised the 11 in between the routes Jeremiah and I did, then you would have scored it fine.
Well, the jugs are handy there. Mostly you just have to trust that left foot smear until you can reach into the big sandy bucket up above. I know a guy who just inverts and climbs his legs while bat hanging through that section.
I scream all the time ... it keeps me breathing and helps put the o2 back in my lungs kind of a compression breathing deal. not to mention you sound cool
I scream all the time ... it keeps me breathing and helps put the o2 back in my lungs kind of a compression breathing deal. not to mention you sound cool
I think the only people who think it sounds cool are the people who do it. Hate to break it to you. =/ It's okay... sometimes, but it gets old.
Hah, I do this when I get really scared. I remember once, when climbing Sgurr Alisdair on Skye's Cullin ridge, we were almost a kilometer off-route (fukkin n00bz) and my buddy Jason has only climbed trad twice before. The anchors is a heap of shit. I'm about 20 feet above my last piece of pro, a fully umbrella'd red HB cam slotted between to fairly solid flake/block things. things were getting loose, I was getting pumped (I had WAY too much kit in my pack, the whole "fast and light" was only just starting to set into my mind. Hell, Jason had 2 hardback books and a fucking thesaurus with him) fast and started thinking I was gunna whip, rip the piece, then either miss the ledge we had come in on or bounce off it (it was mega slanted), then rip the belay. I was pissed, especially since at this point I remembered the beta correctly - climb the corner at the left side of the ledge, not the right. Shit. Getting shaky, about to tell jason to take me off belay. I've got a big sloper with a nice thin crack horizontally across it with my right. Great hold but the bag was trying to tear me off. For some reason, fuck knows why, I start humming this fucking retard song (GAWD I hate the song) which has the lyrics "my fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations". It was stuck in my head for hours afterwards. I was pissed. oh, and I downclimbed, we got shut down on the other pitch, and we bailed. A brutal storm snuck in that night and we were stoaked to not be on the hill when it hit.
I was awarded the most original scream when I ripped off (low) this weekend. And by someone who has heard a fair numer of climber vocalizations. I can't reproduce what I said....it certainly wasn't english (nor any other human language)....but I was proud of my originality.
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