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Sorry for the disjointed out of order chaos of this entry. I’m covering about 3 months here, and to be honest my mind has been a jumble lately. It hasn’t helped that I decided to cancel my Photoshop subscription. That means I had to switch to Gimp and Darktable to be able to use HEIF and CR3 image files from my iPhone and Canon, respectively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took the avalanche photo a couple days ago. I was skinning up, heard a whoop, and saw the hundred foot wide slab avalanche sliding down at speed. The snowboarder who triggered it was skiing beside it. I watched as it slowed down and stopped. The boarders buddies came skiing down through the people skinning up, but to skiers left of the slide. Everyone acted like nothing had happened. The skinners kept going up, despite the obvious danger. It had blown hard from the East the night before when it snowed 12 inches. They were on a wide open West facing avalanche slope, and the conditions were clearly extremely dangerous. Worst of all, the snowboarder, who should have been changing his underwear, was instead putting his skins on to go back up for another run. Reminds me of this old saying: “God watches out for children, drunks and fools”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Avalanche
Avalanche on Panorama Pt.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I passed on the yearly membership sale at the climbing gym. Instead I let my last membership play out to the last day. The December 10, 2022 purchase lasted until January 28. I bought a monthly membership for $86. The desk lady said I could freeze it an unlimited number of times. So now, when I head out on a trip I won\u2019t be paying for a gym while I\u2019m out of state. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve been hitting it every few days thanks to Chris and Gina. I also sometimes climb with Alex and Ethan though they are into twelves. I\u2019m building some plastic power after a month of this and can now get up all the ten minus climbs. They aren\u2019t a cake walk, but I can usually cleanly figure them out, though there may be whining. Last night the place was humming as they were having a \u201cqueer mountaineers\u201d event. There was a big welcome sign on a table where you could grab a rainbow wristband. It was nice of them to put that on. Even Tod, the owner was there, climbing with Justin and friends.  I love that the owner of our gym is not just a bean counter. He\u2019s a real climber and genuinely nice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve been riding my bike up the hills in old town. Yesterday I pedaled straight up cobblestoned Carr street without my usual zig zag switchbacking. Granted I was going very slow, but it was a steady slow\u2026suitable for a white haired guy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Lisa
Lisa and her kids<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Both Clint and Lisa took their three year olds skiing for the first time. Rose even got on a chair lift. Clint told us he carried her off the first time, but the second time she exited on her skis, with help from dad. The look on her face as he holds her on the chair is epic. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Clint and Rose on chair lift<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

Sue and I spent a night at Lisa\u2019s. We did our usual afternoon walk with her two kids, then in the morning Sue and I skinny skied down the road to the bridge. There was one inch of fresh over ice, with just 8 cars in the parking lot. Clearly everyone else also new the snow sucked. If the kids had been there I would have taken a run up the hill, but we felt bad for Lisa babysitting all alone and decided to drive back to her house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sewed a nice fanny pack out of medium thickness leather. It was my second try.\u00a0 I recycled the leather and zipper from the first one. I\u2019m a pro at ripping out stitches\u2026seems to be the price of being a seamstress. The first one turned out too small, so naturally I made this one too big.\u00a0 Still, bigger is better if you want to squeeze in things like a wind breaker and a water bottle, plus phone, keys and wallet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to add extra zippered compartments. But the complexity, and fragility of zippers led me towards a simple padded divider. I also wanted to be able to attach various items vertically, and have them be removable, such as a Mace in a velcro lined sleeve. So one side of the inside is lined with soft velcro. That gives me flexibility going forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I sewed a fanny pack<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I sewed a fanny pack<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s maiden voyage was painful. The darn thing was too loaded down and kept  pulling my pants off on my bike ride. I’ve since added a supplemental shoulder strap to take the weight off the waist belt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A friend asked me to sew a holster for their Glock 19. If you don’t know guns, Glocks are striker fired pistols, as opposed to hammer fired. They have no safety, other than a little moving bump on the trigger. Supposedly the trigger can’t be pulled accidentally due to that little bump. But Glocks are famous for ND’s. (Negligent Discharges). Some of the gun nuts on youtube even say that the holster is the safety<\/strong>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are youtube videos of cops shooting themselves. It’s called a “Glock Leg”. As in: my damn gun shot my leg, or my junk, or my stomach. This usually happens because keys, or a drawstring wanders into the holster and pulls the trigger. A good holster, and careful usage, protects the trigger from being accidentally pulled. All rifles have safeties, I have no idea why these safety less handguns have become so popular. They are the standard for police departments. Anyway, my friend wanted a holster that would accommodate the laser.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a lot of prep work to get the pistol ready for molding in the holster press. I had to fill in the ejection port with a custom carved chunk of wood. And the whole point of the holster was to protect the stupid trigger. You pull it, it goes bang. I had to cut two aluminum plates that sandwiched the trigger. Then I had to screw them together, anchoring them around the trigger. This way the molding process would have a blank where the trigger was. You can actually buy plastic replica guns that already have the molding prep work done. They come naked, and prepped at around $45 each. Holster making is big business. If I was younger and needed a side job it might be fun. Certainly easier than selling paintings. Anyway, I like making things, especially from leather, so that was a fun project. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I made a holster for a friend<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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holster press, yeah I made that too.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Big Blue and Josh<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Regarding my Xmas Day trip to Jtree\u2026it\u2019s been almost a month and I\u2019ve forgotten most of the details. Here is what I remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had just been to Josh at Thanksgiving with Sue and didn\u2019t want to incur another $1000 gas bill. JH offered to drive his Taurus (Big Blue) which gets almost twice the MPG.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My first clue that Big Blue was going to be a mistake was when we got on the freeway and it gave a violent lurch. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat was that? It felt like slippage in a bad transmission.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JH: “I\u2019ve been trying to get to the bottom of that. I had the code read at Schucks and it said EGR valve, which I replaced. But it might also be the back sparkplugs which are old. I was able to replace the front 3 but I couldn\u2019t access the back 3.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His 2002 Taurus also had a scary tendency to die at idle in traffic jams. This is not in itself dangerous, but it is very frustrating and stressfull\u2026especially if you don\u2019t know the secret series of key turns and shift lever manipulations required to restart it\u2026over and over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To my great surprise, we did make it 1000 miles to the park gate. In the usual traffic jam to enter, I pulled over and let him take over for the stop and go traffic. No way was I driving that chronically stalling junker through a mile long traffic jam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I must acknowledge, it did get us down and back. I mean, kudos to JH for knowing his car.  But considering the scary driving I sat through with both JH and T, it might be one of those things where you simply live longer by spending more money. JH has a tendency to tail end at speed which is unnerving to someone used to defensive driving. Lisa commented that I should just drive next time. She was like: \u201cYour life is worth $1000!\u201d Actually, it would have cost me around 700, since he does chip in. But splitting his gas in Big Blue cost maybe $250. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Regarding the climbing: I was able to redeem my honor on the 5.6 Double Dip route. That thing is so run out! At the move where I backed off last time, I forced myself, against my better judgement\u2026to keep climbing up. I got up into a dead end and started freaking. I was too far right and there was nothing but slippery slopers. No hands at all. I considered stepping up on the slopers, but happened to look left\u2026which was technically the wrong direction\u2026.the bolt was off to the right\u2026.and saw a decent dip for my foot. I stepped left, and found a sequence that got me up to the 1 inch horizontal ledge. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once there, I saw I could clip the bolt if I could do a no hands traverse about 12 feet right. At that point I was looking down the throat of a 30 foot slab fall. It was one of those defining moments where you question your life choices. No one was going to rescue me. It was two choices: 1. take the fall; or 2. climb and hope you don\u2019t fall. I went with door number 2. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

JH and Tim led Penny Lane. I was still burned out on runnouts so I followed it. Tim and I climbed Eff Four, the mellow 5.6 multipitch right of Heart and Sole. Tim has a habit of walking off barefoot. He does great so he must have thick skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Barefoot Tim<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

When we arrived at the crowded first come first served campground the day after Xmas we knew that Dennis, Cam and Carmen were in 34, and Craig was in 10. But as soon as we drove past Toe Jam I saw Handsome Dave and his little black Pontiac hatchback in site 30. We figured we could make that work, but it was great to also have our other friends in the campground for back up options.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Handsome
Handsome Dave<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

JH and I climbed the easy warm up to the left of the Flake. As we were descending we saw Cam and Carmen walking back from Illusion Dweller. I hadn’t seen them in a couple years. They invited us to camp in Dennis\u2019s spot, since he was in town for a night catching up on work. I slept out in my bivy sack, which was very warm despite the 30 degree night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While JH was cooking breakfast I did the dawn patrol. We really needed the ham radios as there is no cell service down on the road. But we thought we didn\u2019t have room in his tiny car. If we had them, I could have called him to bring the car over when I found an empty site.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Dave belaying<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

As it played out, I found site 27 empty. I laid out my sleeping pad on the table and sat down in the site to establish our claim. I glanced over at Craig and Daves sites, hoping for reinforcement, but everyone was asleep. I was glad to be in my expedition puffy. It was an hour\u2019s wait before anyone woke up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally I saw Handsome Dave moving around 3 campsites away.  Dave immediately recognized the dilemma and interrupted his breakfast plans to drive his Pontiac over to 27 which anchored the site.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Me and JH in site 27<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I did climb a couple routes with Craig and Vladimir. Craig and I did Geronimo Finish, traversing in from the right. It was great to have a 5 up there. I\u2019m pretty sure I could lead it by approaching via Dogleg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One night I was on my second Mikes Hard when Craig appeared out of the darkness at our campfire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow\u2019s it going Mark?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh, great, just finished dinner, hitting a Mikes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou want to go do Hobbit Roof in the moonlight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What? Didn’t you get enough climbing during the daylight?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, we were hanging out with the kids, scrambling around the campsite.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh Jeez! I was just getting comfortable. But it\u2019s not like we haven\u2019t done this before (6 years back). I can’t say no…it would mean I\u2019m getting old\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYupp, can\u2019t have that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vladimir and Cole also walked over with us. Vlad brought his big Canon and a remote flash. Craig led the 10+ face move by red headlamp, cleanly, in the dark. Neither Vlad nor I could follow it cleanly, not the face move or the overhung roof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Me following Hobbit Roof, PC: Vladimir Bobov<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Diane and Joan showed up on Thursday and we got them a campsite by the second night. Dave, JH, Joan, Diane and I all walked over to Sports Challenge rock where I led a stiff and awkward 5.8.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day Dave led the 10+ Exorcist at Hall of Horrors while I led a 5.8 to the left. Mine had a flaring start but good otherwise. We all followed the Exorcist but that crux is hard! You have to layback the side of the crack on tips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My Bat tent and a storm approaching, Big Blue ready for action<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Probably the best climb I did was following Dave up Left Banana Crack. Right Banana looked great also but it’s an eleven, though it looked like solid hands and I was tempted. Perhaps on my next trip when I’ve warmed up and not suffering from Long Covid aches and pains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I did my usual trips up Mikes Books, Hands Off, Toe Jam and Bat Crack. JH had a bad eye on our trip to Indian Cove so Tim and I did a trip up The Duchess. He chose to combine pitches one and two so I was surprised to get to the belay ledge and see the rope continuing up\u2026though a body slot tunnel! It had been 30 years since I\u2019d done that pitch. As I was crawling up through the wedged washing machine sized boulders I prayed that they wouldn\u2019t move and pin me in place. The walk off was cake, and we did two of the bolted lines on the way out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the last day JH led Photog. It\u2019s only 5.6 but that thing is sketchy! The traverse on the vertical bottom 50 feet is incredibly intimidating for both leader and follower. Pro is minimal for both. I hesitated to commit to that move for a long 10 minutes. Didn\u2019t help that it was freezing in the shade. I had to step on shoelace sized flakes with both feet while doing a gaston on a rotten flake. Then I reached up with my frozen fingers to a half inch ledge. It quickly got easier with jugs…but that move! No way that is 5.6, I don\u2019t care what anyone says. This is the same crag with Illusion Dweller on the sunny side. The walk off was a cakewalk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the drive home we stopped for the night at Castle Crags. I slept in my 40 year old Early Winters bivy sack. I really need to sew a better, bigger bivy. Just a simple hoop to keep the fabric off my face would be so nice. I’m envisioning two exterior poles with the breathable fabric attached with snap on clips. It’s got to be super quick and pack small.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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