Here's a short clip from river tower. More to come soon.
And if you're wondering what the anchor was... Loose block slung with prussik chord.
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Saturday, 4 April 2009
Desert weather.
Why does the weather keep following me? It's pouring with hail, snow and rain right now in Moab. It must be a really unlucky bugger to have it rain on him even in the desert.
Greg (GMburns200), Jeramaih (Jmezies) and I climbed a tower the other day - photos, video, and TR coming soon. Also met Jason (Niciluraburundum or whatever) and his friends at wall street. He seemed sound but sometimes it's hard to tell with those BETish lads...
I was actually just walking down the road by wall street looking for some people to climb with when I ran into him. We did the usual "how's it going, can I climb with you" but when it came to my name he was like "ah fuck. It's Jason, good to meet you". We did a route or two then I gave Ryan (a local lad that works as a chef in the sunset grill) a catch on astrolad. When he took like a 15 or 20 foot whipper I swear the rope had barely came tight when he had already grabbed the rock and was climbing again. Strong commitment. I'll try to upload some photos in the next few days if the weather is still sucky, but I'm not sure I can do it at the library.
I'm hoping to meet up with Larry (Areyoumydude) in the next few days to do some aid climbing.
I also just bought a slackline for like 20 bucks (way cheaper then I thought they were) and have been having a blast on it, though I still pretty much suck. Greg was there to witness my fantastic faceplant when my body went to one side of the line but my legs went to the other...
I was hitchhiking to get into town yesterday when a motorbike pulled up. At first I thought he was taking the piss, but when the response to my saying "I've never ridden a bike before, I don't know how" was "you're about to learn" I knew he was for serious. It was a hilarious, terrifying and painful experiance in the end (hitting a hail storm ad 60 MPH with no helmet or face mask doesn't feel all that good - I actually bled t3h bludz a little) the lasted about 6 hours. After picking up the neccasary gourmet supplies from town (ramen, oatmeal, brown sugar and chocolate chips) we went for an "adventure" down past the fisher towers. We went out to Dewey's bridge, and old busted suspension bridge, and decided to try and swing from wire to wire, but it didn't really work. Instead we hung out and thought of ways to protect a slackline attempt across the top wires, which were still in prime condition. We decided that two long slings would work, or preferably two lengths of dynamic rope. sling them both around the wire below you in two U's and walk till you hit the first hanging wire, unclip one and swing it under the wire so you can attach it and repeat with the other one. We figured it would work but I don't exactly plan on trying it out. After thaty we headed back homewards, and were about a quarter the way back when something starting hitting my face, hands and knees in an incredibly painfull fashion. I first I figured the RV infront of us had kicked up a bunch of gravel but I quickly realised it had suddenly started pouring with hail. We quickly pulled off the road, faces stinging and hands numbed, and spied an overhanging rock which we ran to and hid under for cover. There was some kind of nest at the back, which we basically just hoped wasn't a snake nest, though I don't feel shamed by the fact that I paused and let him crawl under the rock first.
We hid out there for about half an hour till the precipitation moves back towards the liquid variety then jumped back on the bike and buzzed to the nearest building, which happened to be some highly posh cabin rental place. Wanting to get warm we pretended that we were considering renting a cabin (400 bucks a night was there cheapest rate... errr, no thanks ma'am, I'd rather eat for 2 months) or eating a meal (the cheapest thing on the menu was a cup of tomato soup... 8 bucks. or I could have 16 cups of cambels...). They quickly realised were weren't quite the customers they were looking for but let us hang out and dry out. After a short span of hanging out and dreading going back into the weather, we went back into the weather. It was still raining, but at least the tempurature had dropped...
All in all I've been having a blast in Moab and plan to stay here for a while longer.
Greg (GMburns200), Jeramaih (Jmezies) and I climbed a tower the other day - photos, video, and TR coming soon. Also met Jason (Niciluraburundum or whatever) and his friends at wall street. He seemed sound but sometimes it's hard to tell with those BETish lads...
I was actually just walking down the road by wall street looking for some people to climb with when I ran into him. We did the usual "how's it going, can I climb with you" but when it came to my name he was like "ah fuck. It's Jason, good to meet you". We did a route or two then I gave Ryan (a local lad that works as a chef in the sunset grill) a catch on astrolad. When he took like a 15 or 20 foot whipper I swear the rope had barely came tight when he had already grabbed the rock and was climbing again. Strong commitment. I'll try to upload some photos in the next few days if the weather is still sucky, but I'm not sure I can do it at the library.
I'm hoping to meet up with Larry (Areyoumydude) in the next few days to do some aid climbing.
I also just bought a slackline for like 20 bucks (way cheaper then I thought they were) and have been having a blast on it, though I still pretty much suck. Greg was there to witness my fantastic faceplant when my body went to one side of the line but my legs went to the other...
I was hitchhiking to get into town yesterday when a motorbike pulled up. At first I thought he was taking the piss, but when the response to my saying "I've never ridden a bike before, I don't know how" was "you're about to learn" I knew he was for serious. It was a hilarious, terrifying and painful experiance in the end (hitting a hail storm ad 60 MPH with no helmet or face mask doesn't feel all that good - I actually bled t3h bludz a little) the lasted about 6 hours. After picking up the neccasary gourmet supplies from town (ramen, oatmeal, brown sugar and chocolate chips) we went for an "adventure" down past the fisher towers. We went out to Dewey's bridge, and old busted suspension bridge, and decided to try and swing from wire to wire, but it didn't really work. Instead we hung out and thought of ways to protect a slackline attempt across the top wires, which were still in prime condition. We decided that two long slings would work, or preferably two lengths of dynamic rope. sling them both around the wire below you in two U's and walk till you hit the first hanging wire, unclip one and swing it under the wire so you can attach it and repeat with the other one. We figured it would work but I don't exactly plan on trying it out. After thaty we headed back homewards, and were about a quarter the way back when something starting hitting my face, hands and knees in an incredibly painfull fashion. I first I figured the RV infront of us had kicked up a bunch of gravel but I quickly realised it had suddenly started pouring with hail. We quickly pulled off the road, faces stinging and hands numbed, and spied an overhanging rock which we ran to and hid under for cover. There was some kind of nest at the back, which we basically just hoped wasn't a snake nest, though I don't feel shamed by the fact that I paused and let him crawl under the rock first.
We hid out there for about half an hour till the precipitation moves back towards the liquid variety then jumped back on the bike and buzzed to the nearest building, which happened to be some highly posh cabin rental place. Wanting to get warm we pretended that we were considering renting a cabin (400 bucks a night was there cheapest rate... errr, no thanks ma'am, I'd rather eat for 2 months) or eating a meal (the cheapest thing on the menu was a cup of tomato soup... 8 bucks. or I could have 16 cups of cambels...). They quickly realised were weren't quite the customers they were looking for but let us hang out and dry out. After a short span of hanging out and dreading going back into the weather, we went back into the weather. It was still raining, but at least the tempurature had dropped...
All in all I've been having a blast in Moab and plan to stay here for a while longer.
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Tales of Sandbaggings by Curt in oak flat.
So, I'm here in Phoenix AZ, in early Marach, and sunburnt lobster-red. Winter here seems to be pretty much equal to mid-summer in Scotland on an unatturally sunny year, and as Curt said, it's what I get for "bringing [my] pasty white scottish skin to sunny AZ".
Here's some photos of Curt and I doing "the world's easiest roof" at Oak Flat in Queen Creek. We climbed for a couple hours but never really got the camera out till the end. I gotta start taking more pictures.
Curt is pretty damn strong, I gotta say - I could barely make it up some of the problems... and didn't even make it up others that he considered "warm ups". Of course my thoughts were "sure, 'warm-ups'" but of course he sailed up them with ease - they really were his warm ups.
I managed one problem that he said was a "real" boulder problem, though I feel a slight "lanking" may have occured. The crux moves are hard pulls from poor holds inbetween jugs, but I just made long reaches and passed all the desperate sections.we messed around on a couple of the classic lines (read: climbs I could actually do). There was one particularly hard problem he jumped on that I couldn't even pull off the ground on. I actually thought he was joking when he pointed out the holds which seemed to be the size of the smallest crimps I've grabbed but cripplingly sloping - just slight irregularities in the rough surface of the rock. Of course after my feeble attempt he cranked right off them, smearing his 10/15 year old shoes on minute holds and made a big slap for a poor sloper. I figured it was time to warm down.
Oh, then we looked for scorpions and stuff. I'm kinda scared about them (I've never seen one so don't know what to expect) but I was pretty sure I wanted to check some out anyways. I didn't see any, though.
The day before I rolled into town Curt and his friend were climbing there and knocked a big chunk of loose rock off a problem, and scorpions were swarming all over the back of it. When it hit the ground and broke apart they were pure crawling about everywhere. I'm pretty sure I would have screamed like a Sungam and run away at that point, but it would have been interesting to see them.
After a day of climbing we went out and had what is basically said the best Mexican meal I've ever had.
I know what a lot of you are thinking - is the IRL Curt same as the rc.knob tinternet Curt? Well, sort of, only instead of the snappy funny remarks being posted an hour later they arrive via the ear about a second later, and instead of being completely demeaning (e.g. in response to Beesty511 saying "jt512 and curt?? lol. Good for the manager. I wouldn't allow the likes of them on my property either." he replied "Good choice. Being in the company of any real climbers would certainly be embarrasing for you.") they are only slightly so, and usually not directed at anyone present. He's also a fair hand at ping-pong.
Oh yeah, about that sunburn - we were in the sun for circa 2.5 hours and I got LOBSTERED, I mean, it was bad. BRIGHT red burn, the chick next to me on the plane to NC seemed more or less disgusted that my arms were peeling all over the place.
Here's some photos of Curt and I doing "the world's easiest roof" at Oak Flat in Queen Creek. We climbed for a couple hours but never really got the camera out till the end. I gotta start taking more pictures.
Curt is pretty damn strong, I gotta say - I could barely make it up some of the problems... and didn't even make it up others that he considered "warm ups". Of course my thoughts were "sure, 'warm-ups'" but of course he sailed up them with ease - they really were his warm ups.
I managed one problem that he said was a "real" boulder problem, though I feel a slight "lanking" may have occured. The crux moves are hard pulls from poor holds inbetween jugs, but I just made long reaches and passed all the desperate sections.we messed around on a couple of the classic lines (read: climbs I could actually do). There was one particularly hard problem he jumped on that I couldn't even pull off the ground on. I actually thought he was joking when he pointed out the holds which seemed to be the size of the smallest crimps I've grabbed but cripplingly sloping - just slight irregularities in the rough surface of the rock. Of course after my feeble attempt he cranked right off them, smearing his 10/15 year old shoes on minute holds and made a big slap for a poor sloper. I figured it was time to warm down.
Oh, then we looked for scorpions and stuff. I'm kinda scared about them (I've never seen one so don't know what to expect) but I was pretty sure I wanted to check some out anyways. I didn't see any, though.
The day before I rolled into town Curt and his friend were climbing there and knocked a big chunk of loose rock off a problem, and scorpions were swarming all over the back of it. When it hit the ground and broke apart they were pure crawling about everywhere. I'm pretty sure I would have screamed like a Sungam and run away at that point, but it would have been interesting to see them.
After a day of climbing we went out and had what is basically said the best Mexican meal I've ever had.
I know what a lot of you are thinking - is the IRL Curt same as the rc.knob tinternet Curt? Well, sort of, only instead of the snappy funny remarks being posted an hour later they arrive via the ear about a second later, and instead of being completely demeaning (e.g. in response to Beesty511 saying "jt512 and curt?? lol. Good for the manager. I wouldn't allow the likes of them on my property either." he replied "Good choice. Being in the company of any real climbers would certainly be embarrasing for you.") they are only slightly so, and usually not directed at anyone present. He's also a fair hand at ping-pong.
Oh yeah, about that sunburn - we were in the sun for circa 2.5 hours and I got LOBSTERED, I mean, it was bad. BRIGHT red burn, the chick next to me on the plane to NC seemed more or less disgusted that my arms were peeling all over the place.
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Le Petit Verdon AKA The Pit.
Well, I finally evaded the weather that was following me.I'm back in Flagstaff AZ, still staying with Dan, and the weather is great. Perfect temperatures and blue skies all round.Yesterday and the day before Dan and I went climbing at the Pit, and yesterday, having rolled into town the night before, we were joined by Cory and Ela.
Luckily, after putting my first one through the wash, I managed to get hooked up by some sound lads at the Grand Junction best buy and got a new one for free, so photos are going to be showing up again, as well as some videos (if I work out how to edit out eh 45 minutes of crap that's on it).We were not in a photo-taking mood yesterday, and forgot the camera the day before, but here's a few shots I did get of Cory on a sweet arete line that tackled a juggy roof. I jumped on right after he cleaned the draws and managed not to pull another "breakfast burrito" moment and flashed it.
Luckily, after putting my first one through the wash, I managed to get hooked up by some sound lads at the Grand Junction best buy and got a new one for free, so photos are going to be showing up again, as well as some videos (if I work out how to edit out eh 45 minutes of crap that's on it).We were not in a photo-taking mood yesterday, and forgot the camera the day before, but here's a few shots I did get of Cory on a sweet arete line that tackled a juggy roof. I jumped on right after he cleaned the draws and managed not to pull another "breakfast burrito" moment and flashed it.
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
"feel at home" weather and birthdayness..
It's my birthday, yay me!
Anyways, not much climbing has occured recently.
As I said before, flagstaff is all snowy and stuff, and when we went down to phoenix for 2 days it was pouring with rain.
While in Phoenix I did get to see a friend I haven't seen in like almost a year, so that was cool, but I still reeeaaalllyyy need to get out climbing.
I think today we're going to try bouldering in the snow or something.
Anyways, not much climbing has occured recently.
As I said before, flagstaff is all snowy and stuff, and when we went down to phoenix for 2 days it was pouring with rain.
While in Phoenix I did get to see a friend I haven't seen in like almost a year, so that was cool, but I still reeeaaalllyyy need to get out climbing.
I think today we're going to try bouldering in the snow or something.
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Flagstaff - messed up on the whole weather thing.
Well, I thought "Arizona, that's pure like a desert, right? It'll be warm enough to climb". Now I'm thinking "Hey, I wonder if the half foot of snow that fell last night will make everything wet, or if the wind may have scoured some of the boulders - wait, no, it's snowing again".
Not sure what the plan is yet, but I'm fairly certain that hot cocoa and hand warmers will be involved. If push really comes to shove and I just gotta climb something, there's a gym in town, but to be really honest I didn't fly halfway round the world to climb indoors. Could meet some fun people, though.
Not sure what the plan is yet, but I'm fairly certain that hot cocoa and hand warmers will be involved. If push really comes to shove and I just gotta climb something, there's a gym in town, but to be really honest I didn't fly halfway round the world to climb indoors. Could meet some fun people, though.
Saturday, 24 January 2009
Haggiz brings fine Scottish weather with him to Colorado and goes to Las Vegas!
So, I meant to post this a little while ago but never got around to going to the webternet cafe.
It's raining. It's not snowing then melting, or snowing with a bit of rain, it's fracking raining. In Colorado, in the mountains, in Ouray. The ice, it is wet, dripping and melting. Ver', ver' upsetting.
Also suck is the fact that the video uploader isn't working right now. I guess you'll have to wait for the video tour of our flat and such.
BIG NEWS! I put my camera through the f****ing washingmachine. It's trashed. I think best buy is going to replace it (I bought a thingy plan?) but I'm not sure. All my photos and videos are gone, and I just moved out of the flat (am on the road to las vegas as I type) and so I can't give the video tour or anything. It was all witty and stuff - I even laughed a little.
So here's a little update on what we've been up to in Ouray.
-Climbing in the ice park. Lower in on perfect ice route number four hundred and x, climb out. Rinse and repeat. Great fun.
On one occasion I decided to lower my new pal Dan (from flagstaff, and the dude that is driving with me to vegas right now) a WI5 (well, an "Ouray WI5"), saying if he snuck his way up it and avoided the steeper it would be easier, and he would pull it off. I was wrong.
Is nthis what Aceto dreamt of? A top-rope epic? The route was at the alcove, where there was no ledge at the bottom, and no walk off. So I lower him in just as the pipes start making the glugging noise that tells you you got 2 or 3 minutes before water starts coming out the bottom of the pipes, about 30 mins before the sprayers come on (and I don't mean angry or churningindawake).He lowered in and started to climb out.The whole climbing thing didn;t last all that long really, instead he decided to try his hand at prolonged extreme-hanging. What happened next confused me. There was lots of hanging, lots of swearing, lots of shoutings up of [resigned voice, with a hint of "high maintinance] "I caaan't dooo it!!" and such the like, but eventually he did top out, and what a site it was. He just looked at me, with one of the lenses of his glasses missing, one of my ice tools missing, and a small piece of his ear missing.
He had fallen off, leaving a tool behind, and the rope had knocked it out of the ice. The first time he caught it, the second time it happened he didn't, and it went straight into the rapids.
Niether of us are quite sure how he managed to know out his right lens and cut his left ear at the same time, but some how he did this and had the ice axe go behind him.
We also decided to go and climb the classic route "Stairway to Heaven" at Eurika. I'm almost certain that we picked t single worst day of the duration of my stay in ouray to do it. Tons of powder, some of the worst spindrift conditions I've ever had, and just general shiteness on the weather/conditions front. What took Pierce 4 or 5 hours earlier that week (before the snow fall) took us around 12+ hours, and to be perfectly honest the majority of that was walking. Well, maybe walking isn't the word... Flailing comes to mind.
The climbing was excellent, though, and I still had a great time. It's been a while since I grinned so hard for the duration of a lead that my jaw hurt a little, but the climbing was just plain and simple great fun, with that hint of mild terror that spices it up nicely. An interesting incedent occured when I was looking to set up a belay after leading pitch 3, which finishes on a long, loose snowslope (like 4/5 feet of powder with uneven rock along the bottom - I crushed the tip of one of my axes). I was literally 10 feet from the next pitch of ice, with a tempting and well protected little spot beckoning to me, when I ran out of rope. Hualing my fat ass's full momentum against the rope couldn't get me to the ice. Even when Even took me off belay to give me and extra foot or two, I fell just short, leaving me only one option - digging for gear. So I started digging, and by this time the wind was whipping the snow about so roughly that I probably had to dig a hole and a half from it being filled in. Luckily I hit some solid ice under the snow, and got a bomber screw in. I gave up f**king with the V-thread, though, since it was filling with spindrift faster then I could empty it.
Top route. I highly reccomend.
Every saturday night a chap Dannon Nicks would play a little gig at the silver nugget. He crushed
So I just arrived in Las Vegas, and I have to admit I'm impressed. I didn't think I would be, having seen all pictures and CSI and stuff, but seriously - the stuff here is huge. Unnaturally huge (and not just the casinos - I already ran into like 4 or 6 creepy cougars or waitresses who had clearly... invested serious amounts of money). Everything pure flashes lights and stuff at you telling you what to do and advertising with shameless trashiness. It's like the internet, but in real life - though I've yet to run into prince azkabar the 2nd, who needs my bank details so he can transfer THE SUM OF FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR THOUSAND US DOLLARS for a business deal to it.
It was actually a little depressing, walking throught the casino floor. I saw one lady who seemed remarkably close to tears pouring money into a slot machine. Her face lite up, once or twice, as the first few rollers matched, but then the last one or two would inevitably be out of sync and her face would contort back into the resigned and hopeless face of loss.
On another note, I saw the biggest douchebag I have EVER seen in my life. We were sitting in the car at a traffic light when we heard base so loud it hurt our ears (and we had been BLASTING xm liquid metal for around 7 hours). This dude was in a convertable two lanes over and the music he was playing seemed to just be a base line, I heard no lyrics, melody or rythm. would turn down the music and scream "oh yeah! Fuck yeah!" then blast it back up again. He looked 40 and really really assholish. When the lights changed he gunned it, got a slight wheel spin, then had to brake 10 feet later to turn left. Then he gunned it and spun a bit more and was gone. His sunglasses (it was afgter 1 AM) looked expensive.
I was kinda gutted to leave Ouray, and I'll miss Craig and Sarah from the nugget, and Pierce and Cory and Ela, but I'm also super stoked to see more places and meet more people.
rc.commers I met:
Corynauman, real name cory - super cool guy. I stayed with him, on his sofa bed or floor, for the duration of my time in Ouray (the whole month). He was dead on - a strong climber, a great banterer, and a fellow video game nerd. Definitely gunna climb with this guy again.
OriginalPmac, real name Pierce - Also worked at the nugget. Played guitar excellently, and climbed at just as high a level. He's also heavy into backcountry snowboarding. I think he's hanging in Ouray for the whole winter.
Well, I thought it was like 2, since it was still super busy downstairs in the casino, but I guess it's actually 4:30 so that all for this post but... so many people still feding the slots at 4 am?
It's raining. It's not snowing then melting, or snowing with a bit of rain, it's fracking raining. In Colorado, in the mountains, in Ouray. The ice, it is wet, dripping and melting. Ver', ver' upsetting.
Also suck is the fact that the video uploader isn't working right now. I guess you'll have to wait for the video tour of our flat and such.
BIG NEWS! I put my camera through the f****ing washingmachine. It's trashed. I think best buy is going to replace it (I bought a thingy plan?) but I'm not sure. All my photos and videos are gone, and I just moved out of the flat (am on the road to las vegas as I type) and so I can't give the video tour or anything. It was all witty and stuff - I even laughed a little.
So here's a little update on what we've been up to in Ouray.
-Climbing in the ice park. Lower in on perfect ice route number four hundred and x, climb out. Rinse and repeat. Great fun.
On one occasion I decided to lower my new pal Dan (from flagstaff, and the dude that is driving with me to vegas right now) a WI5 (well, an "Ouray WI5"), saying if he snuck his way up it and avoided the steeper it would be easier, and he would pull it off. I was wrong.
Is nthis what Aceto dreamt of? A top-rope epic? The route was at the alcove, where there was no ledge at the bottom, and no walk off. So I lower him in just as the pipes start making the glugging noise that tells you you got 2 or 3 minutes before water starts coming out the bottom of the pipes, about 30 mins before the sprayers come on (and I don't mean angry or churningindawake).He lowered in and started to climb out.The whole climbing thing didn;t last all that long really, instead he decided to try his hand at prolonged extreme-hanging. What happened next confused me. There was lots of hanging, lots of swearing, lots of shoutings up of [resigned voice, with a hint of "high maintinance] "I caaan't dooo it!!" and such the like, but eventually he did top out, and what a site it was. He just looked at me, with one of the lenses of his glasses missing, one of my ice tools missing, and a small piece of his ear missing.
He had fallen off, leaving a tool behind, and the rope had knocked it out of the ice. The first time he caught it, the second time it happened he didn't, and it went straight into the rapids.
Niether of us are quite sure how he managed to know out his right lens and cut his left ear at the same time, but some how he did this and had the ice axe go behind him.
We also decided to go and climb the classic route "Stairway to Heaven" at Eurika. I'm almost certain that we picked t single worst day of the duration of my stay in ouray to do it. Tons of powder, some of the worst spindrift conditions I've ever had, and just general shiteness on the weather/conditions front. What took Pierce 4 or 5 hours earlier that week (before the snow fall) took us around 12+ hours, and to be perfectly honest the majority of that was walking. Well, maybe walking isn't the word... Flailing comes to mind.
The climbing was excellent, though, and I still had a great time. It's been a while since I grinned so hard for the duration of a lead that my jaw hurt a little, but the climbing was just plain and simple great fun, with that hint of mild terror that spices it up nicely. An interesting incedent occured when I was looking to set up a belay after leading pitch 3, which finishes on a long, loose snowslope (like 4/5 feet of powder with uneven rock along the bottom - I crushed the tip of one of my axes). I was literally 10 feet from the next pitch of ice, with a tempting and well protected little spot beckoning to me, when I ran out of rope. Hualing my fat ass's full momentum against the rope couldn't get me to the ice. Even when Even took me off belay to give me and extra foot or two, I fell just short, leaving me only one option - digging for gear. So I started digging, and by this time the wind was whipping the snow about so roughly that I probably had to dig a hole and a half from it being filled in. Luckily I hit some solid ice under the snow, and got a bomber screw in. I gave up f**king with the V-thread, though, since it was filling with spindrift faster then I could empty it.
Top route. I highly reccomend.
Every saturday night a chap Dannon Nicks would play a little gig at the silver nugget. He crushed
So I just arrived in Las Vegas, and I have to admit I'm impressed. I didn't think I would be, having seen all pictures and CSI and stuff, but seriously - the stuff here is huge. Unnaturally huge (and not just the casinos - I already ran into like 4 or 6 creepy cougars or waitresses who had clearly... invested serious amounts of money). Everything pure flashes lights and stuff at you telling you what to do and advertising with shameless trashiness. It's like the internet, but in real life - though I've yet to run into prince azkabar the 2nd, who needs my bank details so he can transfer THE SUM OF FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR THOUSAND US DOLLARS for a business deal to it.
It was actually a little depressing, walking throught the casino floor. I saw one lady who seemed remarkably close to tears pouring money into a slot machine. Her face lite up, once or twice, as the first few rollers matched, but then the last one or two would inevitably be out of sync and her face would contort back into the resigned and hopeless face of loss.
On another note, I saw the biggest douchebag I have EVER seen in my life. We were sitting in the car at a traffic light when we heard base so loud it hurt our ears (and we had been BLASTING xm liquid metal for around 7 hours). This dude was in a convertable two lanes over and the music he was playing seemed to just be a base line, I heard no lyrics, melody or rythm. would turn down the music and scream "oh yeah! Fuck yeah!" then blast it back up again. He looked 40 and really really assholish. When the lights changed he gunned it, got a slight wheel spin, then had to brake 10 feet later to turn left. Then he gunned it and spun a bit more and was gone. His sunglasses (it was afgter 1 AM) looked expensive.
I was kinda gutted to leave Ouray, and I'll miss Craig and Sarah from the nugget, and Pierce and Cory and Ela, but I'm also super stoked to see more places and meet more people.
rc.commers I met:
Corynauman, real name cory - super cool guy. I stayed with him, on his sofa bed or floor, for the duration of my time in Ouray (the whole month). He was dead on - a strong climber, a great banterer, and a fellow video game nerd. Definitely gunna climb with this guy again.
OriginalPmac, real name Pierce - Also worked at the nugget. Played guitar excellently, and climbed at just as high a level. He's also heavy into backcountry snowboarding. I think he's hanging in Ouray for the whole winter.
Well, I thought it was like 2, since it was still super busy downstairs in the casino, but I guess it's actually 4:30 so that all for this post but... so many people still feding the slots at 4 am?
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