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adikted
Trad climber
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May 18, 2011 - 07:41pm PT
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Soo...if this isint a Troll....the OP bailed on lots o gear...went to get it after all the heckeling...then left a ton of other gear when retrieving the first bail anchor....now wants people to get the second set of gear that was left...DUDE..reno is like an Hour away.....an early morning tomorrow could get u all that gear back...the weather is susposed to be nice...i would hurry if i were u.....sounds like u need to take a course in this....or find a good mentor...good luck with your gear recovery.
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Ian Gill
Big Wall climber
Redding, CA
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May 18, 2011 - 08:08pm PT
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Am I missing something? This gear is like what, about 15 feet off the ground??
Hey, why not just take an extension ladder and solve your problems?
This has GOT, GOT, GOT to be a troll!!!!!!
Onward, young Seth!! Gear left that long is considered abandoned!!!!
What would Rambo do?? He wouldn't leave no stinkin' gear!!!!!!
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Ian Gill
Big Wall climber
Redding, CA
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May 18, 2011 - 08:13pm PT
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Hey Rokjox!
I've got some original Friends bought out of the back of Ray Jardine's van that might fit in nicely with that collection. You know what? - They held before, and there's no reason they won't STILL hold - kinda like a solidly placed bong BITD.
Edit: Then again, they'll probably go up my next wall!!! Including a "homemade" #6 - we had to improvise in those days!
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Barcus
Social climber
San Luis Obispo, Ca.
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May 18, 2011 - 08:53pm PT
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Sounds like a bunch of Gear Kweers!
Marcus
Evil too!
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Jay Wood
Trad climber
Land of God-less fools
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May 18, 2011 - 11:01pm PT
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LOL!
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Rick Sylvester
Trad climber
Squaw Valley, California
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May 19, 2011 - 05:59am PT
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It's funny about equations, in this case how dismay at leaving behind, losing gear is probably pretty equal to the joy of those who find the booty. If that's any consolation....
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seth kovar
climber
Reno, NV
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Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2011 - 11:39am PT
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“When your desires are strong enough, you will appear to possess superhuman powers to achieve” -- Napolean Hill
The drive to Donner was a quiet one. Jebus was cool enough to drive, I was just feeling out of sorts knowing what was to come. If "the pass" ,where soooo many ate each other long ago, was anything like the last night I was there, then I feared of what would transpire if Jebus and I got stuck. I mean, I like Jebus and all, but I REALLY like to eat.
Anyway, like I was saying, the drive was quiet and I had a lot of time to think. I kept thinking about the name of the climb that had changed my life: DESIRE. One afternoon of desire had spun out of control into days of mixed emotions. Anger, regret, fear,and disappointment.
It also showed me the true face of Supertopo. These faceless people that I had once considered family had shown their true selves. The sharks smelled blood, and they were circling.
Desire was a perfect name for the catalyst of this situation. They desired my gear and I desired someone else to get it back for me.
As we pulled off the road to park I could tell that conditions had extremely worsened since the other night. The stark landscape momentarily crushed my 'Desire' but one look at Jebus and I could see in his eyes that there was no turning back.
It was then that I realized this was a road I must travel alone.
"Sensei"
"Yes grasshopper?" Jebus replied.
"I think I need to do this alone."
"Go out there, alone!?! Are you mad man!!"
"I just may be Jebus, I just may be"
As I walked from the car I looked back to see Jebus's face lit in a ghostly fashion by the console lights.
"You CAN find good friends on Supertopo, hope is not lost, see you soon my friend" I muttered into the wintery evening.
The spring light allowed me to be taunted by "DESIRE" for most of the schlepp in. My legs kept post holing through the snow allowing the hidden manzanita to rip and claw at my legs. It was almost as if the mountain was trying to keep my gear for eternity, or at least until one of the sharks could "booty" it.
Finally at the bottom of the cliff Desire loomed above me. It may have been a minute, it may have been an hour that I stood at the bottom and stared at the beast that had basically shattered my worldview, exposing Supertopo for what it really was. A house of black-hearted climbers and thieves.
As I stood there the words of great man kept ringing through my head.
Now that I realize what a turd of a climb you are talking about, it all becomes clear.
Is the 5.9- rating proportionally easier than 5.9 as 5.9+ is harder?
Could it be? Could the climb actually be easier than I had thought?
It was at this point that I summoned the spirits and essence of free soloists around the world. Before I knew what I was doing my hands gripped the microcrimps of Desire.
Except they weren't my hands. They were Peter Croft's hands.
And looking at my feet, I didn't see my non-waterproof 5.10's but rather the bunched tube socks of the late-great Derek Hersey.
Was this my true DESIRE?
Had these past few days been the road to what I truly Desired.
I blinked and I was at the first bolt.
Blinked again and I found myself at the second bolt. A brief rush of nostalgic fear invaded my thoughts, but I summoned the steel nerves of Sir Alex and forged into unknown territory.
Staring at the third bolt know, I realized the second crux of the climb was still to come. The moves from this point on were a blur. I melted into the rock and it into me. We were one.
As I touched the anchors, I realized my Desire had been sated.
Pulling over the top I saw my gear nest covered in the powdered sugar of the gods and I felt relief.
I had done it, all on my own!!!!
Cleaning the gear I felt a strange connection with the mountain. I felt like I owed it something.
I grabbed one of the #1 Camelots I had freed and shove it back into a crack.
"This is for you, may your walls never crumble" I whispered, as I kissed my fingers and transferred my love to the stone.
Walking into the cool night, I realized I would never be the same.
On a side note, if you see my #1 please leave it be.
It's not booty.
But if you do grab it PM me, because I would love to have it back.
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nature
climber
Railay, Thailand
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May 19, 2011 - 12:06pm PT
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I need some oxygen over here!
I'm having a hard time breathing again!
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seth kovar
climber
Reno, NV
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Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2011 - 01:05pm PT
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I'm proud, Seth. You have slayed the beast.
Thanks Jebus, it's nice to have such a good friend in this land of haters.
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seth kovar
climber
Reno, NV
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Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2011 - 01:26pm PT
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I'm not worried, the kid will lose and lose again. I am putting a trace on his phone, downloaded to google maps. Never again will I have to wait for him to post the location of his easily bootied gear stashes.
Whatever, I'm going off the grid... as far as you are concerned I'm a ghost!!!
Leave my gear be...
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neversummer
Trad climber
30 mins. from suicide USA
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May 19, 2011 - 01:34pm PT
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I might be able to help retrive said gear. we could drill a bolt ladder up to your gear ill bring the drill but we need a small generator cause the drill runs on 110v, plus an extension cord.
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seth kovar
climber
Reno, NV
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Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2011 - 01:36pm PT
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Already got the gear, read previous page...
Bolt ladder sounds fun though, we can use the generator that Jebus and I have at River Rock for our new route development there.
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neversummer
Trad climber
30 mins. from suicide USA
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May 19, 2011 - 01:38pm PT
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WURD...
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kev
climber
A pile of dirt.
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May 19, 2011 - 01:42pm PT
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Seth,
I'm not sure any of us are going to believe you until we see a picture of you and your gear - bring it!
kev
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seth kovar
climber
Reno, NV
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Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2011 - 01:47pm PT
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Kev,
Proof will be posted...
Unfortunately, one of my students has a shiv pulled on me right now so it will have to wait until after school...
Sorry, tearing down the cliffs is not my only job...
I'm ready for the FA, just let me know, although I am short a #1
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seth kovar
climber
Reno, NV
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Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2011 - 02:18pm PT
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Actually I am 6 feet tall...
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GoMZ
Trad climber
Eastern Sierra
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May 19, 2011 - 02:47pm PT
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Classic Seth, next time we climb we use your rack, I'll bring an extra #1 for you :-)))
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seth kovar
climber
Reno, NV
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Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2011 - 02:49pm PT
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Thanks Gomz!!!!
I guess this supertopo ain't all bad...
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Ian Gill
Big Wall climber
Redding, CA
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May 19, 2011 - 08:25pm PT
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Aaaargh, young Seth, ya scurvy bilge rat! Now send this thread ta Davey Jone's Locker where it belongs, lest the Booty Pirates swarm yer land yacht and plunder the rest 'o yer treasure and toss ya to the troll eatin' giant clams - Aaaaargh!!!!
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seth kovar
climber
Reno, NV
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Topic Author's Reply - May 19, 2011 - 09:23pm PT
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Oh, it's done. :)
I've made my peace, have you?
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