- If you can't bag it, fuck it!
- Fuck it or bag it
- Got Bark?
- Designed by Tim
- Eisenhower sucks (bites, is a jerk...)
- Jackson Rules
- Paper, plastic bag with Steve (ask Scott)
- Peak baggers do it multiple times
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Posted by Burt Rosen at 11:10 AM
Who is better than Scott Waxenberg -- or, how do I get the shit smell out of my clothes after using a composting outhouse
- Scott learned about the sound of rain on a tent and its non corrolation to the strength of the rain shower outside the tent
- We woke up at 5:45 and I made everyone go back to sleep, finally waking up at 8
- Scott had to use the outhouse twice in the dark
- Grey jays are beggar birds
Posted by Burt Rosen at 11:07 AM
- Not sure what kind of president Pierce was, but his mountain rocks!
- Scott Waxenberg don't need no stinkin' snowshoes
- If you fall into a deep hole wearing snowshoes, its help to have Steve Nishiro there with a snow shovel to dig you out
- Climbing 7 hours a day for 2 days is hard
- Peanut Butter sandwiches are nature's perfect food
- I hate Eisenhower
- There are a lot of peaks and knobs now named after Dillon
- I fell in Moose shit
- My sleeping bag could keep a family of Inuits warm for a year in theArctic -- a little too much for 40 degree weather!
- It rained on Sunday
Posted by Burt Rosen at 11:02 AM
- Thank god we had a 2 person tent big enough for one person
- It was beautiful -- around 40 degrees. we were well prepared with sleeping bags rated to -20
- Sara rocks! She set us up from the EMS office in NH. She is, in essence, the Russell Brice of the Presidentials.
- Scott drew WAY too many parallels to Brokeback mountain and Deliverance, but he truly loves his smoochie (I had to say that)
- Nothing tastes better than Beef Stroganoff, Chicken Teriyaki and Chili spiced Ramen noodels from foil bags
- With all due respect to President Eisenhower, his namesake mountain SUCKS
- We were going to get there but weather set in and Eisenhower mocked us. BASTARD
Posted by Burt Rosen at 10:57 AM
Mark, unfortunately, never made it to NH. He was stuck in O'Hare for 11 hours. Ergo, the dedication of these posts to him. The irony is that Mark is truly my climbing partner, although Scott is coming on strong, and of the three trips we have planned, we have only climbed together once!
So, what follows will be a number of random thoughts from the NH trip distributed across an equal number of random posts.