Trip Report
SuperTaco Climbing Hall of Fame
Thursday October 5, 2006 4:29pm
Link your favorite climibing threads here. Gives everyone the opportunity to avoid the political/social bs, if they so choose. ChrisM-how about a TR hall of fame.

TR: My Visit to the Canoe (AKA my summer canoe trip)
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=238594&msg=245639#msg245639




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Mick K
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Mick K is a climber from Northern Sierra.

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Melissa

Gym climber
berkeley, ca
  Oct 5, 2006 - 04:33pm PT
You edited to include a Yo story just as I was about to post my own favorite:

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=70191&msg=70374#msg70374
Ouch!

climber
  Oct 5, 2006 - 06:02pm PT
Old 46 belongs in The Hall of Fame

Crimpergirl

Sport climber
Boulder, Colorado!
  Oct 5, 2006 - 06:27pm PT
It's not old, and it's hardly the best out there, but it still puts a smile on my face. My first trip to Yosemite... how can a first trip there be anything but awesome?

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=255575&msg=257901#msg257901
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Oct 5, 2006 - 06:36pm PT
Keep em coming. We could have all the TRs in one place.
curlie

climber
SLO, CA
  Oct 5, 2006 - 08:32pm PT
Yeah, definitely loved yo's TR of the canoe.

This one of maculated's makes me laugh, mostly from the excellent Photochop job:
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=126327&msg=126327#msg126327
Mighty Hiker

climber
Outside the Asylum
  Oct 5, 2006 - 08:48pm PT
Peter Haan's reports.

The Stonemaster threads.

Tarbuster's numerous TR threads.

The Daryl Hatten thread.

I need to think - there are more.

Anders
10b4me

climber
  Oct 5, 2006 - 09:27pm PT
DMT's story about The Bird and the religious meeting along the Merced is hilarious.
Hawkeye

climber
State of Mine
  Oct 5, 2006 - 09:28pm PT
dont forget the dirtineye pic.
Melissa

Gym climber
berkeley, ca
  Oct 5, 2006 - 09:52pm PT
Tarbuster's photo threads...Tarbuster, you'd probably do a more thorough job of liking them up than I could.
bvb

Social climber
flagstaff arizona
  Oct 5, 2006 - 10:14pm PT
anything by bvb.
le_bruce

climber
Oakland, CA
  Oct 5, 2006 - 10:28pm PT

Handsome B's stitch of Fine Jade alone makes this thread a winner. The rest is good too: "The Best Splitter Cracks"

http://supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=259905&msg=260150#msg260150
TKingsbury

Trad climber
MT
  Oct 6, 2006 - 12:19pm PT
I was blown away by this one, not that there aren't other great threads from this poster....


All this for 800 bucks!


I looked at this one for a long time.
Mighty Hiker

climber
Outside the Asylum
  Oct 6, 2006 - 12:59pm PT
All the amazing stuff that Ken Yager posts.
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Oct 12, 2006 - 08:26pm PT
Absolute Classic-Great Climb Boyz


http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=98703&f=0&b=0
Chicken Skinner

Trad climber
Yosemite
  Oct 12, 2006 - 09:13pm PT
I love Peter Haan's posts and Tarbuster's for pure good attitude. They show what climbing is all about. There are many others but, those two come to mind immediately. Thank you guys.

Ken
Shack

Big Wall climber
Reno NV
  Oct 12, 2006 - 11:43pm PT
Not really a trip report, more of an incident report,
but I still get a laugh out of it.

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=120617&msg=121330#msg121330
10b4me

climber
  Oct 12, 2006 - 11:55pm PT
Re: bridwell stories Apr 8, 2005, 09:19am PST
Author:
Dingus Milktoast

climber
From: NorCal This one was told to me in first person by my friend about a man named Booger. Booger (not his real name, lol) spent a lot of time in the Valley back in the day. A lot of these guys on ST know him.

So one Sat night the gang tied one on, my friend (we'll call Perv) Booger and Bridwell included.

Sun morning rolled around way too early. But Bridwell was up and about and had made an interesting discovery... there was another bible thumper revival going on. Now everyone knows the scarf story and this isn't it.

But hey, this was Bridwell, and he thought it was a good gig. He came back to the camp and roused the groggy drunks, told them there was free vittles to be had for those who could stomach a little fire and brimstone with their eggs and bacon.

So down they troop toward the Merced. Cept for Booger, he rolled over and went back to sleep.

Turns out the revival was a real one, a primitive southern baptist type. The preacher was dunking saved souls in the river and there was not a piece of bacon in sight, save on the ass and thighs of the preacher man's wife.

So Bird and the boys show up, specting to scarf some vittles and they end up standing there in a small crowd right next to the river, watching dumbfounded as these goings on went on. So fascinated were they by this spectacle, they temporarily forgot they were all hungover, hungry and tired.

In the meantime, Booger woke up again and changed his mind. He staggered out of the tent, asked some passing climbers where Bird and the boys went and stumbled off in the direction of the river, stomach rumbling.

What the passerby didn't know was that the revival was on the *other side* of the river. Now back to the gang.

They're all still standing there, watching the preacher man dunk the souls in the river (apparently there were a lot of them, and as legend would have it, more than a few of them were comely women, who, upon being dunked, revealed a lot more about themselves than common sense and decorum would dictate).

Perv noticed first...
"Look!" He whispered giggling, finger pointed over the preacher man's head.

And lo, there was Booger, down at the edge of the river, on the other side. He'd gotten to the water only to see the assembly on the other side and now was working his drunken way along the edge, back toward the bridge.

They all started laughing and snickering and making rude comments.

Suddenly, my bro Perv, feeling his oats, calls out in a very loud voice,

"That climber is a sonofabitch!"

The entirely baptism came to a surprised halt. The preacher man stopped mid dunk, froze in shock. The poor soul he had in his hands was actually underwater when this happened, so a short struggled ensued, till finally sputtering, the newly saved sinner came up choking for air. The preacher man just ignored this as he glared up at Bridwell and company. Angrily he retorted,

"Jesus does not tolerate disrespect! I will ask you sinners to leave us at once!" They didn't move. Booger contined to stumble along the edge of the river, occasionally stepping IN the river and the gang continued to snicker. Suppressed smiles were everywhere, cept for Bird who just glared right back at the preacher.

My man Perv was standing in the shadow of the Big Man (Bridwell, not Jesus) so the preacher man couldn't really see him from his position in the water. Thinking the whole thing was a grand joke, he let loose once again,

"THAT CLIMBER IS A SONOFABITCH!" Even Booger heard it this time and looked up in confusion at the goings on across the water. The preacher was furious and directed his considerable ire in the direction from which the sound came... straight at Bridwell.

Now me? I would have stepped out of the way and revealed the true sinner behind, but not Bird. He just stood there in the headlights of God, inscrutible as ever. The preacher man pointed straight at Bridwell and shouted,

"JESUS DOES NOT ABIDE SIN! REPENT AND SAVE YOURSELF! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!"

Without batting an eye, (he was wearing sunglasses anyway) Bird replied,

"As a matter of fact I do have a question!" He said it loudly, but politely too, if that is possible. The preacher man arched his eye in surprise and bade Bird to continue, which he did.

"I don't want to know who called that climber a sonofabitch, no."

And Bridwell paused and everyone there continued to stare at the man. Even Booger was just standing there now, the subject of all this grand debate.

"What I wanna know is... who called that sonofabitch a CLIMBER???!!!"

Or so the story goes...

DMT


the funniest thing I have ever read on ST

WBraun

climber
  Oct 13, 2006 - 12:02am PT
Yeah, yeah

That one is an all time classic, ...... hahahaha

Gota be a hall of fame story .....
goatboy smellz

climber
लघिमा
  Oct 13, 2006 - 12:06am PT
Ola hah!

Off Topic!

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=161079#msg161079
le_bruce

climber
Oakland, CA
  Oct 13, 2006 - 03:29am PT

Ultimate 5.10 Yosemite ticklist: “Here Are the 5.10 Standards – Abide”
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=225646&msg=226662#msg226662

Two Words: Peter Haan. Four more words: The Hourglass / Wheat Thin.

“Photos of the Hourglass Left”
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=199688&msg=201126#msg201126

“The birth of Wheat Thin”
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=257921&tn=0

Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Oct 20, 2006 - 01:02pm PT
Instant Classic

YOSEMITE BIGWALL PICTURES

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=269206&f=0&b=0
sketchyy

Trad climber
Vagrant
  Oct 20, 2006 - 02:14pm PT
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=268972&f=0&b=0


http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=268925&f=30&b=0

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=266002&f=30&b=0

I am to lazy to any farther back.
Maysho

climber
Soda Springs, CA
  Oct 20, 2006 - 02:18pm PT
I can't believe no one has nominated the Wings of Steel threads!

just kidding...

Peter
Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
  Oct 20, 2006 - 02:26pm PT


Here's the Tarbousier Menu of Endless Goofiness, Nerdly Fun, & Poseur Postin':


Deep Space Time Machine From The Mussy Nebula
(My Magnum Opus: Be Forewarned, you'll need extra sets of Goofy Goggles)
(The content is 15 threads long: a fillibuster of 80's personalities)
(This Silly Saga is well supported by BVB)
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=158234&msg=161472#msg161472

Women Rock! : Time to Celebrate
(9 threads long)
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=233770&f=0&b=0

*Spiffy Dolomite Vacation Thread*
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=233770&f=0&b=0

Hip & Sassy Bouldrin' Thread: old dads'n youngsters rip it!
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=256974&tn=140

"Scrambles Amongst The Rockies"
(5 threads long)
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=196724&msg=203570#msg203570

"Scrambles in the Range of Light"
(Parts 1 & 2)
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=226703&msg=228979#msg228979

It's Time to Play... Name That Route!
(Started by Rodo Rhouter, 6 threads)
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=167803&f=0&b=0

*All Time Fave 70's Mag Covers*
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=224929&f=0&b=0

70's Gear Catalogs/Mags: Post your Stonemaster Era Archives
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=213073&msg=268923#msg268923

share your personal climbing writings here
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=194810&msg=198205#msg198205

"Name Your Favorite Mag Based Climbing Lit Pieces And Why"
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=184823&msg=185197#msg185197

TKingsbury

Trad climber
MT
  Jan 29, 2007 - 10:57am PT
BUMP

Photo Share (climbing related)

Montana (round 2)


Cheers,

Tom
goatboy smellz

climber
लघिमा
  Jan 29, 2007 - 09:24pm PT
The tacostand is great but sometimes yah need to expand your horizons.

The photo treasure trove over at summitpost.

http://www.summitpost.org/image/
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Apr 3, 2007 - 12:42am PT
FA Sentinel Falls (one of the best of all time)

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=352279
Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
  Jul 11, 2007 - 10:45pm PT
*bump*

"A solid companion", by Jello:
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=410610

"Pat Ament, amazing interview":
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=409487

"Welcome to Doug Robinson!":
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=412778


Sketchyy's unidentified links above are Jello stuff.
WBraun

climber
  Jul 11, 2007 - 10:53pm PT
I just re read Dingus's Bridwell booger story again one page back and can't stop laughing.

It's too damn funny.

Maybe because I know too much from all the crazy times back then.
Toker Villain

Big Wall climber
Toquerville, Utah
  Jul 11, 2007 - 10:56pm PT
The George Lowe thread with the Yo "clarification."
Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
  Jul 11, 2007 - 11:00pm PT
OMG that was a gutbuster!
Someone find that jewel...

"Welcome to Kevin Worrall":
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=252358
(all about the developement of Middle Cathedral)

"Big Rock - a little history":
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=373143

"for the yabo fans...":
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=373143
crusher

climber
Santa Monica, CA
  Jul 12, 2007 - 01:39am PT
Definitely the "Who the hell are you people?" thread - although it's so big now it just crashed my computer.

There are so many great ones...
Karl Baba

Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
  Jul 12, 2007 - 03:52am PT
More of a Rec.climbing Hall of Fame but a must read for low-life. Author unknown

From: H. Yohen
Subject: TR - Leaning Tower
Date: 09 Jul 1999 00:00:00 GMT

West Face -- Leaning Tower
8-10 pitches
Grade V, 5.7, A2


This whole year has been a climbing write-off for me. Except for one week-long vacation I haven't climbed sh#t. During the Winter and Spring, my regular partners scattered all across the country so I filled my sparetime watching TV and eating pizza (interspersed with the occasional beer). Wayne, who had also suffered a rash of partner defections, tried to coax me from my sloth with an audacious mid-week excursion to the promised land.

"Hey, let's fly into SF on Monday and drive out to Yos. We climb Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Then we fly back late Thursday night and get to work on Friday," Wayne outlined the plan.

"I don't know, man. Why don't we take the whole week?"

"I can't be gone that long ... family obligations, you know?"

"It's kind of expensive for just a few days," I hemmed and hawed.

"I can get us a deal on the tickets. We have to get our fat asses out sometime."

After more salesmanship, I relented and Wayne made the arrangements. Since I had done so little climbing, I insisted on doing aid, reasoning that even if I was out of shape for climbing, I was fully prepared for some suffering. Two weeks later I sat waiting at an arrival gate at SFO waiting for Wayne's flight -- which was advertised as four hours late. When he stepped off the plane, Wayne had the haggard look of a airline victim. With little conversation, we collected his luggage which consisted of a single haul bag and rented a car. We had planned on driving all the way to the Park that night but our late start forced us to find a motel in Manteca at 2:00 am.

Through monumental willpower, I slithered out of bed slightly after 5:00 am and roused Wayne. After showering and checking out, we found a grocery store. On the way, we discussed route options without coming up with any concrete plans. At the store, I got a cart and asked, "What do you want for wall food?"

"I don't know," was his helpful reply.

"We could start by getting victory beer."

"Yeah, okay. It has to be drinkable warm. And come in cans." We stood in the liquor section and debated the merits of various beers. The cases of MGD on sale for $9.99 piqued our interest and prompted Wayne to do some quick math.

"Okay, we're on some wall for two days. That means we can have four beers each the first night, four when we top out the second day, and four more when we get down. Sounds about right to me," he remarked with a grin spreading over his face. "Actually, if we got two cases and we only saved two each for when we got down, we could both have 11 beers a day and not even need to haul water."

"Yeah, and we could get a bunch of pretzels and cocktail weenies for food."

"I wonder," he began, his brow furrowing slightly, "what kind of pretzels would resist crushing the most."

At that moment I realized that in Wayne's mind, the idea had crossed the boundary between stupid joke to realizable option. "Forty-four beers," he continued, "what's that, like four gallons? That's about right for fluid. Those weenie cans are pretty small so we should get like four cans each a day. They're packed in water too ..."

We left the store with two cases of MGD, sixteen cans of Hormel weenies, three giant bags of pretzel sticks, a roll of duct tape, and some cheap Tupperware-like things to store the pretzels to prevent them from being crushed. We also left the store with a plan. We would haul ass to the Park, climb the first few pitches of the West Face of Leaning Tower, and bivy on Ahwahnee Ledge. Wayne would drive and I would pack the pig on the way. After getting a couple of boxes (to line the inside of the haul bag) from the trash behind the store, we were on our way.

By noon we had managed to get our gear to the fourth class ramp and decided we had better celebrate the feat with a beer. After quaffing the brews and crushing and stowing the cans, Wayne lead us across the scary-as-hell ramp while I follow along with the pig. I thought carrying two cases of beer up to the ramp was difficult but the sphincter clenching fear I experienced while teetering along trying to stay in balance with the haul bag pulling me toward the brink was mind bending.

Looking up at the steep line of bolts and overwhelmed by the exposure, we figured that a beer ought to calm our nerves. We plopped down by the bar (as we were now calling the haul bag), popped a couple of brews and pulled out some weenies and pretzels. The Tupperware things were holding up just fine and after our satisfying meal, we were ready to roll.

It appeared that there were two parties already on the route -- one was high up and looked like they would top out that day and the other was a couple of pitches above us. Since I hauled the bag across the ramp, I was entitled to the first pitch. Even though it was all bolts or fixed gear, the steep factor made it strenuous. A ways out, I had Wayne send me up a beer on the tag line and I reveled in the gratification of hanging on an immense piece of granite high off the ground and hearing the heavenly sound of a pop-top being opened. I polished off the brew, crushed the can against the wall, and tucked it into a handy stuff sack.

Wayne combined the next two pitches and cruised. Before I knew it, I was on Guano, getting ready to haul. The two guys ahead of us were working on pitch five, obviously intent on fixing the next two to make the next day shorter. When Wayne joined me, we pulled out a couple of beers and watched the second struggle to clean the traverse. He must have heard our pop-tops since he looked back over toward us and we raised our beers toward him in a toast.

It was getting late and those guys wouldn't get done with pitch six until after dark. Content to settle into the Ahwahnee bivy, we ate the balance of our daily weenie ration and had a beer. We spent the rest of the evening watching the other guys working on pitch six and enjoying the sun set -- while having a couple of beers and munching on pretzels. When the other guys rapped back to Ahwahnee, we were already tucked in and practically asleep.

The next morning came way too early. I awoke to a need to relieve the massive pressure in my bladder. My head was pounding and I had an absolutely revolting taste in my mouth. I was appalled to realize that the only thing we had to drink was beer. Somehow the practical matter of having to start drinking beer first thing in the morning had never occurred to either of us. I rummaged for Advil in the bar and popped a beer to wash them down. My stirring had roused one of the other guys and he looked at me in horror.

Wayne's bladder forced him to get out of his bivy bag and we decided that we should get going since it was going to be a long day. We ate some weenies and pretzels and we did rock-paper-scissors for the fifth pitch. Wayne won. We hardly talked as we prepared and I believe we scared the other two guys since they didn't even say a word to us -- even avoiding all eye contact. Wayne headed out on lead and the other two guys hurriedly jugged their line.
After Wayne fixed the line, I couldn't resist the call of nature any more. I clipped our Colman screwtop water jug (masquerading as a sh#t bucket) and let loose into the comfortably wide orifice. Ah yes, good consistency, if a bit aromatic -- the beer hadn't gotten to my gut just yet. I spent the next hour in purgatory. Cleaning the traversing pitch while carpenters hammered in my head thinking of nothing but a cool glass of water drove me to the edge of madness. Upon reaching the belay, I was just about through. "Wayne, this is just f*#king dumb."

He looked at me then looked down, "Bailing off this f*#ker would be lunacy. It's too steep. No where to go but up." He surveyed my ashen complexion and suggested, "Have another beer."

I looked at the face to start the next pitch, fumbled with some hooks, then said "F*#k it," and lurched ahead in my boots. Lots of fixed stuff had me cruising to the next belay and Wayne followed up in a jif. Wayne eyed the sh#t bucket but decided he could hold out for a better stance. At the next belay he couldn't wait any longer. As I approached on jugs, I could see him hopping from foot to foot with a strained expression. I kind of hung off to the side to give Wayne as much of the small ledge as possible to do his thing. Even though I averted my eyes, I was forced to endure the horrid sound of his ass exploding. Then the stench wafted over, hanging in the air like a thick acrid fog. "Holy sh#t, did something crawl up your a*# and die?"

"And your sh#t doesn't smell?" he retorted.

"Not like that."

We were both parched and we took a moment to pop a couple of beers. While I was rummaging in the bag, I discovered that one of the big Tupperware things holding the pretzels had come open. Subsequently, the freed pretzels had been ground into a wide assortment of chunks and dust. We ate some weenies (especially enjoying the salty, fat laced water they were packed in) and some of the uncrushed pretzels and tried to get back some of our psych.

I began the eighth pitch and that is when things came unglued. I was having difficulty operating at any kind of level because I was trashed and the heat was rising fast. Our tempers flared and we shouted obscenities at each other. I had to piss mid-pitch and Wayne accused me of trying to hit him with it. The Evil Tree sank daggers into my back as I passed. In a fog I made it to the top of pitch nine, completely soaked in sweat and barely able to pull the rope through the drag. During our ordeal, the two guys ahead of us kept looking down -- I think grateful we would not catch up to them.
After cursing each other up and down between chugs of beer, Wayne lead the last real pitch of the climb. As I followed, I helped along the pig when I could but that didn't prevent Wayne from screaming at me and me hollering back. Before we headed up the last fourth class section, we sat drinking beer, calm for the first time all afternoon. I got the honor of muscling the haul bag up the final bit and I was glad the beer was almost gone.

Arriving on the summit, I found that the guys in front of us must have taken pity on us since they left a full two liter bottle of water. At least it was full before Wayne drank most of it while waiting for me and the pig. More profanity was exchanged at an extremely high volume. Still, those few sips of tepid, stale water were the best I could remember.

Both of us were spent, our shirts and pants were a lattice work of salt rings, and the back of my t-shirt had red dots on it where I was stuck by the punji sticks. We could do no more than lay immobile while the sun went down. Sometime after dark when we started getting really cold, we pulled out the bivy gear and bedded down for the night. Even though our bivy sacks and sleeping bags had been stuffed, somehow the pretzel detritus had found its way inside.

The following morning, I awoke to a powerful urge to defecate but was frightened to open the sh#t bucket after Wayne's contribution the previous day. I steeled myself and held it at arms length as I twisted off the top. It was horrid and I could hardly bring myself to use it. I filled it nearly to the top and hurriedly screwed on the cap. Wayne stirred and finally crawled out of his bag. The cumulative effect of the climb had taken such a toll on us that the pounding in our heads no longer was the worst of our pain. Thus it became almost inconsequential.

Lethargically, we pack up our stuff and prepared for the descent. After I closed up the pig, Wayne began squirming around and eyed the sh#t bucket. "No more room in there," I warned. He dug into the bag and pulled out one of the Tupperware things and went off a ways, returning with a repulsive package. He used liberal amounts of duct tape to seal up his waste.

We popped two of our few remaining beers, quaffed them, and began the treacherous descent. Managing not to kill ourselves, we staggered out to the car. "F*#k, we haven't got anything to drink but beer," I observed upon opening the car.

Wayne dropped his pack and leaned stiffly against the car. Bending over and placing his forehead on the roof, his whole body shook and he sent a jet of vomit across the car roof. Wiping puke from his mouth he turned to me and said "I just didn't have the energy to do it anywhere else."

++++++
I posted it on a thread here

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=9229
Dragon with Matches

climber
Bamboo Grove
  Jul 12, 2007 - 04:13am PT
If climbing includes the approach includes the drive, then it's on-topic, but I wouldn't care if it's not 'cause I think it's one of the greatest short stories anywhere: DMT's "The Pass."
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=72444&msg=374298#msg374298

Second nomination for Yo's explanation of the Lowe family tree.


For pics and presentation, Handsome B gets it done. "Rainbow Pride" warrants recognition:
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=193895&msg=364005#msg364005
Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
  Jul 12, 2007 - 10:36am PT
Oh ya: "The Pass" by DMT, that was really good.

Here's "George Lowe at 62", with Yo's hysterical oeuvre on the Lowe family:
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=170191&msg=340452#msg340452
k-man

Gym climber
SCruz
  Jul 12, 2007 - 11:18am PT
Karl, thanks for saving that WFLT story, one of the best reads from the ol' wreck.climbing daze.
le_bruce

climber
Oakland, CA
  Jul 24, 2007 - 08:29pm PT

Ed Hartouni's writeup of "A Walk in the Park" FA / Making Another Yosemite Valley Obscurity.

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=206997&msg=207178#msg207178

When I spend a few months without getting to the Valley, posts like this one keep me going.
Oli

Trad climber
Fruita, Colorado
  Jul 24, 2007 - 11:26pm PT
The finest words I've seen so far here on SuperTopo are by Tom Higgins, Rich Goldstone, and John Stannard. None mentioned yet, though neither have any of my stories proven memorable to anyone... (except I guess by Tarbuster)... so I guess it's ok.
stich

Trad climber
Colorado Springs, Colorado
  Jul 24, 2007 - 11:47pm PT
Karl, that Leaning Tower beer TR was hilarious! Thanks for digging that one up.
nita

Social climber
chica de chico, I don't claim to be a daisy.
  Jul 25, 2007 - 12:15am PT
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=330933&msg=347407#msg347407

My favorite thread ! ;-) Yum- eye candy.



le_bruce

climber
Oakland, CA
  Oct 29, 2007 - 08:15pm PT

"Walleye... Tell me a story":

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=360600&msg=366278#msg366278
(for the holy shit! factor)



"Jolly Roger Photo T.R.":

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=472819
(for the making you feel like you're there though you know you never will be factor)

Crimpergirl

Sport climber
Boulder, Colorado!
  Oct 29, 2007 - 09:22pm PT
Arg. I just looked at the eye-candy thread again. I'm ruined for the evening.
Chicken Skinner

Trad climber
Yosemite
  Oct 29, 2007 - 10:11pm PT
Poor, poor, Crimpie. I like Crimpie's, Nita's, and the historical Grossman threads. Werner, you are always a riot too.

Ken
Gary

Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
  Oct 29, 2007 - 11:13pm PT
Tarbuster beat me to nominating the Big Rock History thread. Was just out there a couple of weeks ago and some oldtimers were hanging out. Interesting tales indeed.
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Oct 30, 2007 - 12:24pm PT
El-Cap Pictures from Fall 2007. It is almost like being up there yourself.

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=473412
Nefarius

Big Wall climber
Fresno
  Oct 30, 2007 - 02:05pm PT
I'm a huge fan of Dingus' writings. "The Pass" and the "fart" story come to mind as great, hilarious reads.

Tons of good stuff in this thread! Nice!
TKingsbury

Trad climber
MT
  Oct 30, 2007 - 02:32pm PT
The handsome B threads are always quality...

A typical Utah Weekend


Another Typical Utah Weekend


Jeez, yet another typical Utah Weekend


And since I'm thinking about Utah, here's a TR of mine from last year...


TR: Montuckans in Moab

Cheers,

Tom





Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Oct 31, 2007 - 02:44pm PT
Jolly Roger TR

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=472819
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Oct 31, 2007 - 05:43pm PT
and along camne a CLIMBING photo thread

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=442409
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Nov 2, 2007 - 12:26pm PT
Pumping Sandstone

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=439788
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Nov 2, 2007 - 12:37pm PT
Seamstress Corner-Ames Wall

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=437708&tn=0
Mighty Hiker

climber
Outside the Asylum
  Nov 5, 2007 - 02:21am PT
bump
le_bruce

climber
Oakland, CA
  Dec 7, 2007 - 02:04am PT

Instant induction:

"TR: Where have you gone, Chris McNamara"

http://supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=496687
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Feb 22, 2008 - 01:21pm PT
'TASTE THE PAINE' grade VII solo F.A. in Patagonia

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=524933&msg=528729#msg528729
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Feb 22, 2008 - 01:25pm PT
1977 Airplane Crash in Yosemite

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=73572
deuce4

climber
Hobart, Australia
  Feb 22, 2008 - 01:49pm PT
I liked this one "how many El Cap routes.."

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=413017

Cool to see the modern hardman's list of routes. Looking forward to Gerb's list sometime...
Mick K

climber
Northern Sierra
Author's Reply  Apr 7, 2008 - 12:24pm PT
Are you kiddin' me? A north wall FA! Very Big!

Mendenhall Towers

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=571899

Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
  Sep 9, 2008 - 09:44pm PT
I'm just sayin'...
*bump*
Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
  Sep 9, 2008 - 09:47pm PT
...we've had some treats lately!
SteveW

Trad climber
The state of confusion
  Sep 9, 2008 - 10:05pm PT
Melissa, I have to agree, Tar's reports and photos are incredible.

I also give big kudo's to Steve Grossman's historical posts.

Bravo to both!
Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
  Sep 9, 2008 - 10:31pm PT
Index of Yosemite Valley Climbs -by Ed Hartouni
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=28891

Sorting out late 70's Valley climbing - Roger Breedlove
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=655407

Barrey Bates & Mark Klemens--Valley free climbing - Roger Breedlove
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=654801&msg=654801#msg654801

Climbing at Squamish in the 70's -Anders Ourom
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=668163
Mighty Hiker

climber
Outside the Asylum
  Sep 10, 2008 - 02:15am PT
Yikes! Someone is passing himself off as me! And misspelling my family name. I'll have to check out his thread, see what his stories are about.

Deep cover has its issues.
Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
  Sep 10, 2008 - 01:52pm PT
Fixed, I think...
Double D

climber
  Sep 10, 2008 - 07:57pm PT
All Yabo stories...I'm just too lazy to dig em up.

Bachar's story of Daryl Hatten riding the bike into the Foul Seasons...flashing...

Summer Wildflowers

Choss Diaries

Sorry for no links...
Tarbuster

climber
right here, right now
  Sep 15, 2008 - 11:45pm PT
Bircheff Climbing Pics Yosemite 70's:

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=676831
le_bruce

climber
Oakland, CA
  Sep 16, 2008 - 12:57am PT
For giving us all an example of how to squeeze every drop out of a road trip:

I Love the Desert, Joe Puryear.

http://supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=584543&msg=584543#msg584543
Terry

climber
Spokane
  Oct 18, 2008 - 02:59pm PT
Bump

This thread should have a permanent spot at #1. Fabulous stuff
MisterE

Gym climber
Bishop, CA
  Feb 25, 2009 - 02:03pm PT
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