This post is dedicated to all of those fallen comrades.

Yes, all of those good friends that have gotten married and now do NOTHING!!!! For instense the good crew that I used to climb with that really got me to where I am at climbing wise today. Yes, the ones that are now all married and talk a big game about how they will get back into it shortly, or that they can't go this time but next time they will. I have nothing against the beautiful young ladies that they each are betrothed to. For the most part they used to go out and have good adventures with us as well. I even understand that life gets busy especially when your young and married. My roomate kicks ass at climbing and he is gratious enough to let me under his wing.(He made me write that part)"wxyandznowIknowmyabc'snexttimewontyousingwithme.com" love Bret. Back to my ranting. I have no problems with marriage. I wouldn't mind trying it myself one day. Only I would like to still assocciate with other humans that I think of as good friends. I just get so frustrated with the lose of good friends who now only watch movies. What happened to the days of surfing on the car rack at 50mph. Running around in our underwear because we could. Messing with new climbers by putting powdered dougnuts in our chalk bags. Coming up with strange slang to see if wee could get newdies to use the slang. Tying someone off at a bolt and leaving them there while we did another route. Rediculously gratuitous amounts of flexing for no darn reason. These are the moments in time that climbing trips are really all about the climbing is secondary. These are the times we said that we would still have when we were all growed old and respectable. In their honor I now metephorically pour a forty on the curb for LJ Wihtmore, Marty Alston, and Paul Sharp. May they come back to the fold one day.