I'm going reel outside climbing tomorrow, supposed to be 60* and sunny, yah!


I told Brian if Jennifer Lawrence showed up on my door step and asked me to be her gay lover, I'd leave him in the dust.

Josh Hutcherson is cute but way too young. And Liam Hemsworth has very questionable taste (Miley Cyrus?!?!?!).

Leave Miley alooooone!

UGH! I need to scrub my eyes with soap. I was the one shrugging and saying "what the big f^cking deal? so she has poor taste and she is re-inventing Madonna for the 21st century, who cares what she wears or doesn't wear" about the whole Miley twerking disaster, but THAT GIF is seriously disgusting.

It's a Thanksgiving Twurkey!

Leave Miley alooooone!

I haven't climbed since last Saturday. Feeling weird and antsy and all sorts of strange.

We went to see Catching Fire on Friday in a little movie theater in the middle of nowhere. Kids really enjoyed it, and, unexpectedly, so did I. MUCH better than the first Hunger Games movie. I wasn't expecting much, because i thought the first book was better than the first movie. But I think the reverse is true for the second book/movie combo. It was the first time in a very long time that I thought the movie was better than the book.

Leave Miley alooooone!

Creke weke report.

Rolled down sunday, found a bunch of snow. Got in at night and camped at creek pasture. Next morning, discovered that my partner had an issue with a person at a campsite next door, so we moved to Bridger Jack. Kind of a pain, but we got out to original meat that afternoon.

Some friend rolled in monday evening, and we went to supercarck the next morning, as greg wanted to hit generic and some other classics. We got on generic and then the parking lot filled, so we went to way rambo. Got the truck stuck by the cottonwood campgroundmudpit, and got winched out. Managed to get up one pitch that afternoon.

Returned wednesday with more people, and led blue sun and the fuzz. The fuzz was way fun. Did another few routes.

Took a rest day on thursday because the weather was shit and I was wrecked. By this point, the melting snow had greenhoused the canyons and we were stuck with consistent temps of 30-40 and no sun.

Friday the noobs wanted to go back to battle of the bulge, and I was still wrecked, so I went along and was lame. Hopped on think pink on TR, and should be able to do it next year. Did a few others, but mostly shivered and cuddled with the dogs.

Saturday went to technicolor and crushed the whale's back. Great route. Also had a temper tantrum because I hopped on something with a .75 ending and was cold and bitchy.

Came home sunday on account of not wanting to deal with more miserable greenhouse weather.

Did not see the 2xasiant.

Three dayz ov perfect weather in Sonora... though I should have brought teh waterproofs on sat, I didn't relize we were going to run in to clamhed.

Sounds miserable. And you didn't even see 2xasiant... pfff! Wasted gas money and vacation time!

Got hosed down at the Gee Dub? I wonder who it was… Not Chris?

Got hosed down at the Gee Dub? I wonder who it was… Not Chris?

camhed.

Got hosed down at the Gee Dub? I wonder who it was… Not Chris?

Really? That is hilarious!

And I can't believe that bastard snuck out here without letting us know.

looks up over my reading glasses and glares in teh general direction ov Oakland... Three tymes nau, ewe've stood me up. Onflashing teh Warm Up or knot, hard to kill or knot, next tyme it happens we're pau!!!1

Still, knot sure who this Chris is ewe speak ov. Teh posers I'm talking about were Bhey area sprayers.

So there we were... at a great crag, killer roots, nice and quiet... just teh way I likes it. And awl teh way from teh parking area we kin hear this crew yelling and arguing about weather sum root was a one two a or b... how sic this one three c is at teh jim... how great his gnu root was and generally just how bitchin he thought he was.... and this went on fer hours at volume 10.

Just made me wunt to punch teh clamhed and teh sawed oft little ruskie in teh mouth....

speaking ov witch... Well, we will get to that later.

So teh piece ov shit main sprayer was this meathed named Rances, we called him rancid though. Whut a piece ov werk... Apairently he sets in a jim and has just got a drill, going to show us awl how it's dun and iz going two make his mark on teh climbing werld. Won ov teh best parts wus when he wus telling, Well, everywon at teh crag how old school he wus. Nau how old school kin ewe really be, when yore in yore early 20's and still running a bunch ov baby fat? Dude wus a complete idiot. He mentioned that Echo wus the best sport crag anywhere and the rock wus teh same type as in ORG.... There wus a bunch more, but ewe gets teh idea, sides, I think I just threw up in my mouth just thinking about whut a fool this little puke wus.

And it just got better...

We had been there for hours and sum ov teh sprayer's buddies, a guy named wes or west and his girl Gabby walked up and I guess we were in there spot, so they just unpacked awl there shitz on top ov ours. at won poynt C-ya asked them if they cood stop stepping on her lunch... A little later teh wes dude saw we had a stick clip and gave me shitz about it. Huh???? And then a little while later after we moved down the crag to get away from it awl, teh hobag Gabby who was stepping on C-ya lunch went on this rant about teh A team, people you know and like and that are invited. Teh B team, people you don't really hate but they are not invited. and teh C team, fase painted whores that you don't know, probibly don't like and are definately not invited...

I guess we were teh C team.... fase painted whores. Still knot quite sure whut it awl meant and ov course awl ov this was at volume 10.

Kids these dayz...

Oh I almost fergot that same day another idiot, Jerry Dundril sum photog I guess, had this dog with him that when anybody would walk up wood get awl razor backed and threaten to bite you. At won poynt C-ya was hosing me on a clip and I looked down and this same dog was fighting C-ya for teh rope. Nau I hadn't said a werd awl day and had advised C-ya and snoppy to due teh same... but I wus getting fed up. I had my headphone on so I might have been loud when I yelled sumthing like 'Get yore fuking dog oft teh rope'. And when I got down, his dog was threatening another climber who had just walked up and I mentioned to him sumthin about teaching his dog sum crag manners but he didn't seem to get it.

Still, We were the first won in and last won owt on awl three dayz. Did a bunch oft bitchin roots and saw a couple ov old friend Don and Terry, who were actually locals and had put up a bunch ov the roots. And then when we saw Don again on sunday brought me a really gud hand drawn topo ov the crag.... When I mentioned that I had met sum ov the other locals on sat, he laughed and told us they were johnnie cum latelys Bhey area sprayers and knot really locals... and that he wood take care oft it for me.

Awl in awl an awesume road trip.

apparently jim rowtsetter is a big status position up their in teh bhey area.