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Nov 28, 2012 - 11:14pm PT

The whole world has a very disturbing carrot problem .......
Wade Icey

Trad climber
Nov 29, 2012 - 12:15am PT
problem is...carrots are hard to get lit...

Social climber
Nov 29, 2012 - 12:22am PT
Really waiting for the "Rest of the story" lostinshanghai.

The tale is absolutely riveting.

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Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Nov 29, 2012 - 02:07am PT
Okay, I might as well finish my story (about Gary Ridgeway) that is the "disturbing" part, or what kinda disturbed me(no longer does, i guess)!

So, like I said in my story, this kid (GR) and his father (not sure if his mom was there, i think she stayed home with his brother) show up the night our family bails from Seattle/Renton to go back to Canada. Everything is going just fine (between me and the kid/GR). I was rather surprised (as i recall) that he was acting like a normal kid, hadn't pulled some kind of sh#t on me. BUT, I couldn't get it out of my head that this was gonna be the last time I saw this guy, the LAST time I had to get even with him. Mind you, in all the time I new the little devil, not once did I EVER do anything mean to him. Just wasn't in my nature, i guess. BUT, that night I did.

We were in this stairway/stairwell that led upstairs, and I could here my dad and his dad talking, etc! Everything was super mellow. They must of given the kid a tranquilizer or whatever. But, like I said, I new it was then or never, so I sent one of my dad's shoes really hard down the railing (we were playing slide and catch with it) and it KO'd him, nailed him in the nose and all this blood comes gushing out. I got my ass whipped good and sent to my room by my father, and I new that I would (seriously)! But it was well worth it, imo! The kid had caused me that much sh#t in my short life.

So, I have always wondered (or since I put it all together) was the kid he first tried to off (kill) the 6 year old boy he stabbed a dozen or more times and left for dead when he was 16, supposed to represent ME? Was it an act of revenge, or whatever? Because I was only 6 years old when I last saw him, the night I "got even"!

EDIT: Leggs - Good Luck, in regards to the trial and bringing that jerk "DOWN"!! Teach the d00d a lesson and hopefully prevent him from pulling the same crap on someone else!!

Trad climber
the pitch above you
Nov 29, 2012 - 07:09am PT
Some f*#king moron posted another 9/11 conspiracy thread this AM. That's pretty disturbing...

Ice climber
hartford, ct
Nov 29, 2012 - 09:31am PT
Disturbing stuff Splitter

I grew up next to two brothers a couple years younger than me. One was my best friend until we moved away when I was 12 or so. He was totally normal. His brother however, a year or so younger, I'm POSITIVE is a serial killer somewhere.

He used to love to torture and kill things. He also collected roadkill and kept all his dead trophies in the woods. He had a hollow aluminum arrow he showed me when he was much older that he called "Lamprey". It was essentially a barbed and sharp hollow tube he would fire into something to watch it bleed out. I remember being around 14 or so when he showed me the arrow... The hair kinda stood up on the back of my neck.

I wonder how many of us have been close to evil and never known it...

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 29, 2012 - 09:46am PT
I watched this guy rap off the end of his rope 1/1/80 at Devils Tower and did initial first aid. He did not use his second chance in life very well.

"Six die in Gillette Wyo Rampage"


Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Nov 29, 2012 - 10:00am PT
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
My last confession was, well, a long time ago.
I take an inordinate 'satisfaction' in killing ants.
Nothing else, just ants. But not our native ants, just
those illegal immigrant Argentines."

Social climber
Nov 29, 2012 - 04:09pm PT
Credit: lostinshanghai

Credit: lostinshanghai

There was something I couldnít understand about these movies, the people that watch them loved it and the sequels. Never saw the TV series plus they made a game you can play as well.

In the 2010 remake of the original film, Freddy is reimagined as a pedophile who had sexually abused the teenage protagonists of the film when they were children. When their parents found out, they set him on fire and killed him.

In 2010, Freddy won an award for Best Villain (or Most Vile Villain) at the Scream Awards.

Fictional character I guess, wonder what would happen when reality took over and see if they scream for more.

Seen worse that was just one incident: didnít bother me, I have no ghosts but might have let one out with the watch.

Comes with the territory plus one doesn't have to go back to the past to see what goes on today and in the future.

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 14, 2012 - 11:52am PT

A hypothetical question, related to a friends disturbing experience. If you rendezvoused with a new climbing partner (of opposite gender) and parttime exhibitionist, in Utah, to start a multi month roadtrip only to find, when he loaded his worldly
possessions, including his dog, into your car, that he was financing his part of the trip by selling a felony worth of weed 'n shrooms along the way, that he had also loaded into your car; with no prior mention, or consent, on your part, would you;
1) boot his ass out?
2) enjoy being high since at any minute you might be in
3) go with it?
4) ever trust him again?
5. Run off with the dog?

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane ~:~
Feb 19, 2013 - 01:32pm PT
Okay, here is a story/situation that I got myself into around 19 years ago. I am having second thoughts about sharing it, because I am not proud of the final outcome (my not taking action/notifying the police) even though it probably wouldn't have made any diference (but perhaps could have). It was a circumstantial, or hearsay situation, but it came straight from the horses mouth, so to speak. Read my story and tell me what you would have done, or what you think I should hve done. Here is that story...

I moved up to San Jose in the Fall of 1992 to pursue a degree at SJSU. I ended up living in my camper van for those two years rather than rent an apartment, because housing was very high there. It wasn't that bad since I generally parked right next to the college, and they had an excellent gym with an olympic size pool where i could shower and work out. Plus, i spent a lot of time in the library and around school etc.!

While at school, I would generaly move my van every other day, or sometimes everday/night. Early on I took notice of this one house (old Victorian two story/there are allot of those in downtown SJ) which was located on one of the side streets next to the college. Actually, what caught my attention was the characters that lived and visited there. They just stood out in a peculiar way. I couldn't quite put my finger on it initially, just something very different in their dispositions. I recall thinking at first that they were some very dedicated or serious minded white supremasist/skinheads, or whatever. But they didn't necessarly fit that particular type because their clothing and hairstyles varied somewhat, among other things (although some may have leaned that way).

I began to notice one predominate trait (over the two years of on and off parking next to or near their house). That was that they NEVER smiled, never even joked around! It was something that stood out. They just seemed to have a very sullen, even dark and bordering on a sinister attitude. So I just wrote it off as some fringe group or whatever.

They were mostly young (late teens to early twenties), and the one dood who seemed to be either their leader, or at least the person who seemed to be in control of the house and the majority of the conversations, etc, was around 24/25. There were probably 5-6 people living there, plus they got a lot of visitors and people hanging out in front.

So, fast forward to my very last day of school (Dec. '94) and the morning of my last final of the semester that I graduated. I just happend to park right in front of their house that morning because, for one reason, it was close to where my class was where I had the final (@11:00). I wanted to study/cram up until the last moment, so I got there early (around 8:00am).

People were in and out of the house all morning as usual (always seemed to have a lot of people coming and going, or hanging out) so I wasn't really paying any attention. Until, right around 10:30, or so, the one main dood comes out of the house and starts talking to this guy who had just arrived.

I was sitting on my bed in the rear of my van, so they couldn't see me (i didn't have a window van). It probably looked like I had just parked there and went to school (like the majority of the vehicles & their occupants on that street) since they could see that there was nobody in the front two seats.

I had the top vent on the van open and the windows cracked (for ventilation) and could pretty much here everything they were saying. But like I said, I was focused on studying for the final/craming in everything i could. UNTIL, I heard a shift in their conversation which it took a VERY dark and eerie nature.

By then, they had positioned themselves to where they were leaning against my vans side door (i could VERY clearly hear them). I mean, it was like I was standing right next to them and they didn't have a clue that I was there (in there).

This became obvious when their conversation shifted to some VERY dark stuff. It became evident that they were practicing Satanist, I will just leave it at that. But that wasn't was what necessarily shocked or disturbed me (answered some of the questions i had though). Suddenly their conversation took on a this sort of guarded tone in which the one guy (late teens/early twenties) seemed to be trying to pry something out of the "head dood/leader". It went something like this...

Head Dood: "We used the ceremonial knife with the pentagram on the handle." (he described it as being very old, etc).

Guy/Teen: says something about "the baby" (i forget).

HD: (i will NEVER forget exactly what he said) "It was a boy. We dumped him in a lake in the Seirra's."

There was more, regarding the ritual or whatever (it's been a long time) and more discussion about the "ceremonial knife", its importance, the culture it came from/was related to, etc.!

It was a rather long and drawn out conversation in that they would talk about something very general and unrelated (like, for example, what music they listened to or some mutual aquaintance/friend or whatever) and then they would come back to these specific details regarding this gathering/ritual that took place. The main dood was feeding this guy bits and pieces, here and there. Shocking, to say the least. Their tone, their seriousness, the way it was discussed, etc, left me with NO doubt that it was true and actually happened.

SO, there I was, half in shock in regards to what I was hearing, and wanting to get the hell out of there, but also mesmerized by what i was hearing. And I also wanted to get as much info as i could, a name perhaps, or whatever to pass on to authorities. Plus I was also waiting (hoping) for them to wrap it up and leave without them discovering I was sitting right there, privy to everything they had just revealed (a friggin murder/child sacrifice).

BUT, they didn't leave, or at least not before I had to leave. I waited tell the very last minute (about 10:58) and by then I had NO choice. I couldn't miss that final (and moving and finding other parking was scarce by then). If I missed that final, that would have been it. I was getting either an A or a B (don't recall, but never I got lower than a B) but if you missed the final you couldn't get anything above a D, which meant you would have to take the class over, which also meant I wouldn't graduate and would have to take the class over the following semester.

I mean, this was a F'n serious situation and I new it. THINK ABOUT IT. These guys just described this freakin hideous/nightmarish scenario that one of them was involved in, and here I am gonna pop out of this van that they were leaning on and had NO clue that I was in. Plus, if I made it out of there in one peace, I had to leave my van and then return for it in about an hour. That would give them plenty of time to come up with a Plan B (way to eliminate me, or F'N kidnap me or friggin interogate me) or get some backup, or whatever. In the very least, they had my van description and liscence plate #!

SO, what I decided to do was; 1) look as nonchalant as I could be (look like i was oblivious to what was just discussed between them). 2) put on my headphones to my Walkman (i had one of those yellow Sport Walkmans) and crank up the music real loud so they would perhaps think that I had been listening to the music all that time and couldn't hear what they were saying. And 3) I new that I was going to have to make eye contact and in the process maintain a VERY, like I said, nonchalant/oblivious air/look. Plus, I new that the person I had to make eye contact with was the HD (head dood/leader, or whoever he was).

So, at the last possible moment I pop open the van sliding side door. As it was, the HD guy was leaning on the friggin door and he was totally caught off guard. I mean you should have seen the look of shock and disbelief on his face. I felt as though I kept it pretty cool, casual, nonchalant. 0h yeah, I didn't have any chewing gum, but I decided to make it look like I was chewing some. Somehow, under the circumstances, I felt as though it would help me cover/mask the way I was really feeling (my facial expression). So I concentrated on chewing some nonexsistant gum, which helped me deal with some otherwise fake neutral expression I was going to have to present with. That was how I dealt with it anyway.

It happened very quik, plus I caught them completely off guard. I was off and down the street towards the school before they could come to their senses. Not sure what they did, I didn't look back, I just kept walking.

When I got back my van was sitting there like I had left it (i kinda thought it would have a flat tire or the wiring might have been messed with to delay my get away or whatever). It started right up and I headed out of town, out of San Jose for good.

I was looking in the rear view mirrors and expecting to see someone following me. Or at least wathing to see where i was going (living) or if I was going to go to the police station or whatever. And I did agonize over that, and I now believe i should have. There was more to the story (more details, etc) that i have since forgotten. But nothing that could pinpoint the exact spot where they dumped the kid (name of the lake, etc) he just said "in the Sierra's"! And I'm sure he got rid of the knife, or would have sometime soon after I popped out of the van (if it was in his house) because he did go into some specific details besides the petagram on the handle (described the blade & the specific area/style it was, etc) and seemed as though he/they were fond of it and still had it.

But it all came back to me (or what I can now recall) early this morning. So I decided to share it here. I guess to kind of get it off my chest/shoulders (or hope it would help some). Not that it bothers me that much anymore, i haven't thought about it in a long while. Actually I did bring it up on some thread here on ST about a year or two ago, but ended up deleting it the next day (no one commented on it, and it was kind of off topic). It is not a very comfprtable topic to discuss.

I have had a lot of strange situations of this nature (as you probably have noticed by some of the stories I have told). I must say that I wonder how & why me, at times. Like I have said, it has been a long strange trip.

And like I said, I now wish that I would have reported them/this to the SJPD. I guess I figured that they probably wouldn't have done anything (or thought I was a nut case). I mean what could they do? It would have just been my word against theirs. But I did have the address and the discription of the one head dood guy, and they probably would have at least kept an eye on the place & perhaps him. Oh well...
Don Paul

Big Wall climber
Colombia, South America
Feb 19, 2013 - 01:55pm PT
You've got a lot of good stories splitter. Babies don't disappear every day, and I wonder if it was a baby animal of some kind they sacrificed. You'll never know. It's not a crime to not report a crime, so don't worry about that part. Plus whatever happened the police would have considered you a suspect and you'd have wished you'd never gotten involved.

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane ~:~
Feb 19, 2013 - 03:31pm PT
DP - thanx, i'll cling to that at this point.

but i never looked at it that way. i seemed to be certain of it at the time. there were other things they said and the way they discussed it. regardless, why would they go through the trouble of throwing the body of some animal in some remote Sierra lake? i can't recall the specifics (what the other guy asked), but he was making a point/assured him that it would never be found. like i said, there is a lot that i don't recall, that i can no longer play back in my mind. in fact, i was surprised when i went to write it up this morning, since i only wanted to use specific statements that i could recall/quote, and i could only came up with a couple. just as well, i guess.

as far as the missing child goes, this (Satanism) is an age old "religion", they have ways around that. for instance, it wouldn't be missing if it wasn't documented (birth). i mean, if they were hard core (and these guys sounded like they were) they would probably use what they refer to as a "breeder". obviously, it's a very underground religion.

like i said, this isn't a comfortable subject, and there really isn't much point in talking about it...on any level...past, present, or future. churches don't even discuss it (or very rarely do). because it is so dark, and your going DEEP into the enemies (Church speak) territory / religion ... and sh#t happens (when you do that). plus, there is nothing that can be done about it, regardless of the tense. it has been going on for a long, long time. it is documented throughout the Bible.

not sure why i even brought it up, other than i thought about it again for the first time in a long while. and, it was INDEED disturbing. very odd also, in regards to the timing, right before my last final/last day in San Jose. i suppose i was fortunate in those regards, since i probably wouldn't have slept so well in my van (nor parked so close to the campus) from that point on. very eerie, to say the least.

as far as they may possibly have suspected me. never considered that. not that it would have bothered me. i would have done my part by reporting it, that was my only concern/regret.
Don Paul

Big Wall climber
Colombia, South America
Feb 19, 2013 - 04:16pm PT
It's true, you can sit there and watch someone commit a crime while the victim begs you for help, and you don't have to help, and don't have to ever tell anyone - it's not a crime unless you help the person, or help them hide from the police, or something like that. Sounds terrible but making people criminally responsible when they are only observers leads to other issues.

There is no statute of limitations for murder, and the police could probably figure out who lived there then, but the odds of solving the crime now seem pretty low. There would be nothing left of the remains dumped in a lake. But I bet this was the only baby abducted and the mother probably thinks it was an illegal adoption. I would let it rest.

Feb 19, 2013 - 04:18pm PT
frank wyman

Mountain climber
Feb 19, 2013 - 04:23pm PT
You can be charged...Didn"t you see the last episode of Seinfeld??

Trad climber
Washington DC
Feb 19, 2013 - 04:50pm PT
I really haven't had any up close disturbing encounters. I guess the one that sticks with me is from the late 70's. It was 77 or so and I was on NA Wall. A team of three were bailing from the Nose. I remember following their raps as I was hanging in slings belaying. I turned away for a bit and when I looked again they were no where to be found. I learned later when we topped out that it was a team of three Minnesotan's who plunged to their deaths. They had only been clipping into the chains on the stations, not directly to the bolts. Bolt popped and they all slid off the chain. Sad
Don Paul

Big Wall climber
Colombia, South America
Feb 19, 2013 - 04:54pm PT
Marty, when I saw a base jumper die on el cap it was kind of like that. No sound when she landed or any indication of anything going on down at the base. You're just too far away to hear and see it.

Trad climber
Sacramento CA
Feb 19, 2013 - 08:39pm PT
I work in hospitals all over CA and NV and see disturbing stuff all the time. The least of which is pale, obese people with pale, obese children bringing their sick, pale, obese family member McDonald's while they are in a hospital bed... and I see that constantly. Also disturbing is that we are slowly making hospital chairs, toilets and wheelchairs twice as wide to accommodate the awful future of humanity instead of trying some more serious proactive decisions.


Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane ~:~
Feb 19, 2013 - 08:42pm PT
You can be charged. Didn't you watch the last episode of Steinfield?

Not worried about being charged, since I'm not guilty of anything. Other than not reporting something I heard two people discussing, whom would have denied (2 to 1) that they even said it/or were just kidding (or whatever). I mean, I was pretty aware by that point in my life how reporting such a story would turn out. Just look at the McMartin, etc., case. And I seriously doubt that they could actully do or would have done anything about it. But then I suppose I will always have my doubts.

By "breeder" I was refering to a woman that is either in their own coven, or another coven that gets pregnant and gives birth specifically for that purpose (for a scheduled sacrifice). I wasn't refering to an "adopted" or "kidnaped" baby. But who knows where they got it, they didn't say. And like I said, they also didn't say what lake it was, just that they went out of their way to dispose of it there. So they couldn't have found and dragged or scuba searched the lake. But i suppose I still should have said something. I am generally a person of action.

Anyway, since I'm on the topic, here is another similar one from my even more distant past.

I lived in Mammoth from the Fall of '74 to the Spring of '82. I met this guy my very first win ter there, because he was one of the waiters/bartenders (forget which/i think he did both) at this well known restraunt in Mammoth (smaller restraunt). He worked there the whole time that I lived in Mammoth, and for at least several years after.

He was very friendly. Always had a big smile when ever a ran into him in town or on the mountain, etc! He had a one steady girlfriend the whole time. He was about my age (24) when I moved there. I also new about 4-5 of his close friends on a first name basis. Had spent afternoons or evenings at a mutual friends place with them over the years. They weren't reallyh the type of people that I would seek out as good friends, would want to necessarily hang with or go skiing with on a regular basis, but I got along okay with them on an acquaintance sort of level.

Anyway, one summer I pack up and move back to San Diego (around 79/8o). So did my/our mutual friend. I didn't really hang with him here in SD much, since we mainly had skiing in common. But I did go and visist him a couple of times.

So this one time I go to visit him up in Leucadia/Encinitas, this guy & his girfriend are visiting him also. They had taken off from Mammoth to take this trip down thru Mexico and stopped by his place on their way back to Mammoth. They were already there when I arrived.

Long story short, we have this intense encounter. First off, there was no way that they could have known I was a Christian. I know I didn't tell them, and my friend didn't know. And from about the time I was 19 to about 32+ years old, I told NO one I was a Christian. I was, but nobody had a clue. In fact, they probably would have been shocked, or had some serious doubts if I had admited that I was. It's called "back slidden" (church speak) lol!

So I show up at my friends place and my friend and him are in his livingroom and their two girlfriends are down on the beach (he lived in a condo on the beach). Everything is going fine for the first few minutes, I had told him I had bailed from Mammoth and had no intentions of ever returning.

So after a bit the three of us go down to the beach (he lived on a bluff overlooking the beach). As I walk up his dog, a big St. Bernard, takes one look at me and lets out this ferocious growl and leaps from his sitting position and takes this loud jaw snapping bite/snip at my neck. I mean it went for the jugaler, but it stopped just short, like less than an inch. I mean it was sending me a message.

It didn't scare me, just sorta pissed me off. I mean the dog could see that I was with its master as we approached, in fact I was between him and my friend. Very wierd. I just told him I wasn't afraid of any dog, and that it better not try it again. Not sure what i was gonna do, but I was gonna at least go down fighting. I didn't say it in an overly harsh or confron tin g way, I just simply said it like I meant it. No big deal.

What also pissed me off was the look on his face when the dog jumped and snapped at me. It looked as if something dawned on him. He simply looked at the dog and thenlooked at me with this sinister look. It all happened right as we got there, and was over in seconds. I mean iwasn't even that close to the dog. He was closest, I was maybe 3-4 feet behind him. Totally uncalled for.

So I barely get my warning out of my mouth and Tim (his name) blurts this, "Your God isn't the only god in in the universe!"


I mean out of the blue. And the dood is just SEETHING!!!

He went totally ballistic. Kept repeating it over and over, was challenging me, etc! He went on to say that he was a Satanist, tarted bragging (for lack of a better word) about him being a high priest, etc and all this other sh#t, of this coven in Mammoth for all these years. Turns out these other peeps/friends of his that I mentioned are also. I mean these guys were hard core worshippers. And he went tottally off on me about it. I mean I have never confronted nor seen such seething hatred for another human being, and it was directed at me. His girlfriend simply stood up and just glared at me. I didn't say a damn thing. I couldn't believe what was happening.

So, he finishes his rant and packs up and splits for Mammoth, pronto. Cut his stay at the beach and their visit with our friend on the spot (eviden tly they were planning on staying a few days longer). An d evidently he didn't want to be anywhere near me.

Extremely wierd. My friend agreed. He was as blown away as I was.

As it turned out, I decided to return to Mammoth that Fall because Iscored this night parking crew job (only person on parking crew at night). It was a cruz job because there wasn't a damn car in the parking lot at night. I just sat in the office or played hackeysack with the cleaning crew (i had worked nightcrew/janitor for the prior few seasons), or pigged out in the cfeteria. And I got off at 11:00 and could ski all day. I was mainly there in case it snowed, in which case i would make sure no one left their care in the parking lot and therefore blocked the snow plows.

But here is what is disturbing that I wanted to share with everyone. There was this young black kid that this group (coven or whatever) had befriended. He worke in a small restraunt jus down the street from this Tim guy (not really sure how they met). So one night all of them (or at least 5-6) and this young black kid (about 19-20/he had just moved to Mammoth) were down at Hotcreek one night (just them, no one else). So the next day the story comes out in the paper (and all over town) that the kid ends up dead.

Here is what they said happened...

They said that the kids dog fell into one of the hot pools, and he went in after it and they both died.


I had personally been to Hotcreek many of times. Had brought my own dog (Golden Retriever) and my two good friends had brought their two German Shepards and all three of them stayed WAY clear of those scalding hot pools. Dogs just have the good sense to not go anywhere near those pools. Plus there are always a lot of dogs down there (or where back then before it was closed). I NEVER heard of a dog falling into one, let alone dying as a result of that.

And even so, who would be dumb enough to jump in after one, because it would obviously be a hopeless situation/suicide.

I had SERIOUS doubts as to what happened, although I suppose it could have.

BTW, one guy and two girls (girl/boyfriend & the two girls tight) worked at the main lodge where i worked. All were low level (medium level, at best) but year round employees. I had a few extremely strange encounters with them that winter. It was as if they had never known me, and got very wierd when we were in close contact with each other (particularly when we were alone). I don't think I could adequately describe it, and you probably wouldn't believe me if I could anyway. But, simply put, they were extremely uncomfortable and became very agitated in my presence. This may sound wierd, but I seriously felt as though a couple of these peeps were possesed, the way the were reacting. I never said a thing to them, wasn't much to be said on my part.

edit: hey, like i said, both of these stories happened a long time ago, and nothing of that nature has happened since. Except my story about the three times in the middle of the night that I was awoken by this dark presence that paid me a visit (on the ghost thread). If you brecall (if you read my three posts) "I new that there was something standing at the foot of my bed before I even opened my eyes." I mean I sat bolt upright from a very sound sleep three times in a row that night. And like I said, it was this dark presence that was as if ALL the evil in the whole universe was condensed into it. And like I said, I had absolutely no fear.

But that's another thread. I still haven't finished my third encounter with it (here's a clue, it was NOT a "ghost" ... much more sinsister than that). BTW, I had NO doubt precisely whom it was after its third and final visit that eveining. He made that very clear. Perhaps I will get around to finishing that story on the "Ghosts" thread one of these days. VERY heavy! And I must admit, I was a bit scared (probably a bit of an understatement) by the time that third visit was over. I certainly didn't return to sleep like I had done the first two times.

Like I have said, "It's been a long strange trip..."!

EDIT: I was just thinking, maybe I could get my own reality TV show. Call it something like, "Spend the weekend camping in a graveyard (or wherever) with Splitter". LOL

MartyG - I recall that accident, I was living on the eatside and frequenting the Valley at that time (was either there, or arrived a day or two later). Evidently they were raping the Rorh bolt route after bailing from the Nose, and were cutting lose their haulbag from each rap point (letting it fall the full 165 ft to the end of the haul line. And it broke one of the bolts (or a hanger actually i think) and it slashed the 1" tubular webbing that they were all hanging from. Very tragic. BTW, probably a good thing that you just happened to turn away at the last moment. But extremely disturbing none the less.
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