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john hansen
climber
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Topic Author's Original Post - Aug 16, 2010 - 12:17am PT
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Not yet...
just thought I would throw it out there..
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Toker Villain
Big Wall climber
Toquerville, Utah
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Aug 16, 2010 - 12:23am PT
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In '98 Bird and I compared notes. He beat me by one.
But that was 12 years ago,..
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Cpt0bvi0u5
Trad climber
Merced CA
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Aug 16, 2010 - 12:41am PT
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Have not yet! Kinda nice haha
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woggyb
climber
Pellucidar
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Aug 16, 2010 - 12:41am PT
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Sure.
Best kept under your hat.
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Tom
Big Wall climber
San Luis Obispo CA
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Aug 16, 2010 - 01:57am PT
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Here in California, you can get summoned for jury duty. And, sometimes, you get called in for defendant duty.
The paid players in the courtroom are anxious to keep their system going, non-stop. But, they seem to have a hard time keeping the unpaid seats filled, so there is an ongoing program to recruit citizens at large.
Prosecution and punishment is the new growth industry in the United States. America is transitioning from an industrial/information economy to an incarceration economy.
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BooDawg
Social climber
On the Road, Pacific Slope
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Aug 16, 2010 - 02:11am PT
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Twice. Once in 1966 for riding a freight train from L.A. to what was intended to be the UCLA-UCB football game, but we got arrested in San Jose and spent the weekend in jail. We were never arraigned (charged with law-breaking)and were let go, but we made the newspaper which may account for the lack of prosecution.
When we were released, we visited the newspaper's office and writer; he wrote a third story after taking us to the freeway to hitch home. I posted this on the hitch-hiking thread, but it's part of this story.
The second time was in 1983 when I entered the area around Mt. St. Helens that the governor had closed. I'd climbed her in 1962 and I wanted to pay my respects to Madam Pele, the volcano goddess. After a night in jail, I was fined $25.
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Tony Bird
climber
Northridge, CA
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Aug 16, 2010 - 08:53am PT
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great to be among fellow vagrants.
life didn't really begin for me until i got out of "that hell called the midwest", as someone on here refers to it.
part of that hell was being a lonely young man trying to find something worthwhile in chicago. one day, pretty much on a lark, i hopped a random choo-choo and got off at a random suburb i didn't even know the name of. chicago is like that--one big generic megalopolis spread out evenly on a two-dimensional grid. i thought perhaps i could get to the heart of it that way. maybe i did.
this particular 'burb wasn't delivering the alice keyhole, it was getting towards nightfall, and part of the adventure was not really having trainfare to get back to my inner city hellhole, so i took to walking well-to-do streets until i came upon a house under construction, where i felt fairly at home, having spent my first college summer working for a homebuilder. i walked right in, sat right down, and even though it was long before they invented neighborhood watch i soon found myself wrestling with the fella from next door who turned out to be an off-duty policeman out to do his good deed for the day. this was also the day before cops learned ninja death holds and he was soon hollering to his wife to call back-up.
so i take a trip to the burbslammer and i think the low point of the whole adventure was hearing the lieutenant refer to me in the third person as "that character in there". some poor soul had scrawled a tribute to jesus on the cell wall, and i tried praying to see what might happen, but, sure enough, as usual, nothing did. eventually, out of sheer boredom, i agreed to involve next of kin. mom came and bailed me out. dad was out of town so we agreed to leave him out of the loop on this one. i'd like to pass on her comment to everyone reading this thread, particularly those being a little shy about these things:
"in italy, you really don't become a man until you've been arrested at least once."
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factortwo
Social climber
Placerville, ca
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Aug 16, 2010 - 09:10am PT
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Once when I was 16 years old.
I was climbing on the Golden Gate Bridge late at night.
Had to appear before the juvy judge with my old man and plead stupidity.
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divad
Trad climber
wmass
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Aug 16, 2010 - 09:22am PT
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never made it to the group "W" bench..
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Aug 16, 2010 - 09:34am PT
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kind of a personnal question, dnchya think...
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Aug 16, 2010 - 09:48am PT
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my wife called the sheriff on me this past saturday....
5 am saturday morning.
an iced chai latte with the sunrise;
i'm watering the garden and gettin a headstart on my chores.
it looks to be a fine day, lots of family time lined up.
7 am my (3) wonderful girls arise.
after our morning affirmations, it becomes apparent that
the four and six year old are both harboring some spicy emotions, and maybe a little confusion on their world.
they are unkind this morning, to each other and to mom and dad.
they are obstinant and curt and dad's spinning circles trying to do the right thing. ... time outs.... lost privaleges.. nothing seems to be working.
by 11 they got me tied tight in knots and i crack my first beer.
i announce that we're changing our scenery, packing a lunch and heading to the water so's they can dance duly the river-dance.
we arrive and all situations improve. im still tippin them back, a couple with the wife, all happily so...
due to our carefree buzzz, we sorta forget to feed proper the lassies, and coast thru lunch on the glee of the right moment.
ok every one in the car we're heading up to strawberry for a campout. mom is sober to drive and the girls fail to nap.
dad is seemingly un-drunkable as the multiple 12 ounces compound on his brain..
we play at the cabin and the day and the emotions catch up with the girls and they bring out the big behavioral guns.
its our fault. no lunch. no nap. big day = meltdown.
it happens and i fail all the tests so mom tells me to take a walk. i sneak my climbing shoes and a couple of beers into my paw and stroll up to the leap.... my steps hastening as i see the coming of eve.
thru camp i stroll, trolling for partners. none take. cant blame them.
so i run up the talus to main ledge, racing the dusk. the only problem is my damn thrift store pants wont stay engaged, and everyother step they fall down. i think they are womens size 12, and even with heavy beer intake i only wear a womens 6.
so i take off my drawers, shoe up and clip birkenstocks / pants to the tail of my dress shirt.
i promised my wife i wouldn't free solo ever again after we had kids. i did good on my promise until this day. up corrugation corner i float. each move might as well be five feet close to the ground. i come upon a party of two at the second belay. i respectfully put back on my pants and climb up and around on a 5.9 variant, doing the curtsey of respect.
top out i and utter namaste to noone and everyone. to nothing and everything.
the sun sets and im just rising.
back to the camp i sprint and begin again sifting for partners. none bight as its dark now on a saturday night and the crews are drinking beer, making music and merry.
so i join a fire and am be-gifted some pabst. about 9 oclock i realize i should begin the mile long stumble into the pitch of night.
i feel my way along the river, heading west. clinks and laughter catches my attention, and suddenly im drinking beer with strangers in a mountain cabin... now im thouroughly f*#ked up. at least a 12 pack in this 130 lb frame, no food within and nothing hydrating to drink in hours.
so i bade farewell and stumble off alone into the night, carrying only my climbing shoes and a cigarette butt that i found.
about a little while later i pass out cold on the side of the road. i wake up freezing and puking. i pry myself skyward and stumble 10 steps at a time before passing out again. repeat. repeat. now im crawling thru the dark, puking and trying to sing opera for its stimulation.
here's where my wife has the sheriff on the premisis, him taking notes on my sorry story. the four year old's asleep but mom and anna are worried sick with tears and fears for the man they both love...
at somepoint i drag my asse through dog shite. i eventually make it to the cabin and crawl into a soft warm bed that my girls had made me on the porch.
7 am the four year old wakes me with whispers of love-daddy. she crawls in with me, for about 2 seconds, then utters.. what's that smell? daddy you're yucky, and she leaves. i realize that somewhere along the way i left my climbing shoes. so i stand up with a significant tilt, climb into the prius and drive back upon my perilous path. i find them next to the road and notice a line in the dirt where something dying seemingly drug it's frame along.
its now that i realize i've dogshit all over the ass end of my size 12 pants. so i strip naked and dive into the south fork of the american river. wash my pants and drive home hoping that i've learned something and also that my girl's steadfast patience with me has not expired.
six-up. the dog-shite sonatta.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Aug 16, 2010 - 10:28am PT
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no help cry here, pate.
thanks though for sentiment.
in sharing my woeful story i realize the implied accountability.
though my pane is fractured, i'll hand-blow new glass from the silica between my dirty toes and look golden upon the world once again.
you cant believe the committment and love of my spouse in upholding a union with i.
i'll be drying up the gray matter for a spell. it's been agreed.
can i still cheers?
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survival
Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
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Aug 16, 2010 - 10:33am PT
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Norwegian,
I tried to drink my troubles away. It didn't work. No amount of rationalizing about "partying" could make it go away.
AA most likely saved my life and my family. You have a beautiful wife and kids. It has to come from you, a resolve to do things differently.
Ever tried to quit for six months with no cheating?
Ever try to quit after just one, on a regular basis?
You can run some pretty interesting trials on yourself you know.
You're a tough guy, how about it?
People have a million reasons for not quitting. Believe me, many of us here have used them all and heard them all.
Not trying to run your show bro, but a lot of folks here care about you.
What kind of stuff do you want those kids to see?
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Aug 16, 2010 - 10:43am PT
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aye survival i've much respect for you and your travels as i imagine them.
i heed your advice and will wear it proudly around my neck.
im quitting my suffocating job in a week or so and hope that my life will right itself as currently it is on its side.
at that point i'll have no internet though so my story will be all my own.
i ask that my supertopo friends dream me up a wonderful story. i'll do my best to follow yours dreams for i.
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survival
Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
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Aug 16, 2010 - 10:54am PT
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hope that my life will right itself as currently it is on its side.
I know the feeling! I have to admit, that cracked me up, thanks.
My life has been well beyond on it's side, so I hope your rudder catches and a sweet breeze lifts the boat upright.
Being without the net? You can check in with us from a public library you know. Please don't go all the way off the radar.
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Crimpergirl
Sport climber
Boulder, Colorado!
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Aug 16, 2010 - 10:55am PT
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Agreed - Norwegian, get to a library or use a friend's internet to keep in touch with us. No joking.
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beef supreme
climber
the west
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Aug 16, 2010 - 12:42pm PT
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Yea, it f*#king sucks.
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Hendo1
Trad climber
Toronto
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Aug 16, 2010 - 01:59pm PT
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Once, March 4, 1974, in Tampa for hitch-hiking.
Spent two days in the Hillsborough County Jail before throwing myself upon the mercy of the court and was released a few hours later, time served.
Jail is boring beyond belief.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Aug 16, 2010 - 02:08pm PT
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Uh, being threatened by this dood was scary enough!
Yeah, that's a hammer and sickle on his cap and
Numbnuts in the back doesn't realize how deep the doodoo is...
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