I've been teaching the Rubber Chicken, I met at Natures Sushi Bar, (BTW, EGGsellent Sushi, Nature!) how to lead climb.
She's doing quite well, eggcept, I don't think she will be ever able to lead Trad. Heck, one friend weighs as much as she does.
All her trad equiptment would have to be miniature.
At least with sport climbing, she can always go to Wal-Mart
to get her mini-caribiners on the keychain rack, and shoelaces
Gertrude, that's what she's calling herself now,
has one small problem.
She TALKS too much!!!
You should HEAR some of the stuff she has been telling me about
the climbers she has HUNG around with.
I'm dreading to hear what she might say about me, If she ever decides to leave.
Uh Oh, I hear some squawking from the kitchen.
I'd better go see what's up...
This rubber chicken hit me in the face at the January 2003 PCA bouldering comp in Salt Lake City. Somebody brought a box of them into the comp and the chickens were flying! Donated by Doug Ayers. I am not sure what TUG stands for.