rocking the rendezvous

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WV!!!

my ass is hot. maybe I should just stick it out this window, eh?

chillin'

team proper hippy

this way to the boy scout gather

yes, please. I'll have two. thanks

10b, top roped...shoulda led it

last weekend's recap, brought to you by the United Way, Caron Foundation and Big Bubba's Burly Biscuit Bungalow...


headed down thursday night with Joel, Ethan, Jay and Oqui in the bitchin ass astrovan complete with tiger paw tire action.


rollllling.



'twas cold, it was, but that wasn't slowing down the action at burnwood. there were a GAZILLION people there when we rolled in thursday night. my first reaction: oh, god. this is gonna be bad. Matty got there a bit later sporting nothing but a t-shirt and capris [I think I can (make it warm). I think I can (make it warm)] and bunked in with me for the night keeping out werewolves, large spiders and uber creepy horny hippies. let me just say...a night in a tent with matty is always a riot (he toots), and I lurves the boy to diseath.


team proper hippy and I (duelly named b/c my husband insists that I'll never be a PROPER hippy if I insist on taking a pillow camping with me) hit summersville lake for our climb du'jour on friday and got some good action in. met up with "Mac" (who's name has been presented exactly as spelled to us in order to fully and completely identify him to his next victims) who beta'd our ears off for three fucking hours. don't get me wrong...I'm sure he's a good kid. friendly. out-going. but EXTREMELY eager to please and much like beetlejuice, if you say his name three times he invariably shows up just over your shoulder. "Mac" was, nonetheless a recurring theme throughout the weekend, and unfortunately, the butt of many many jokes.


don't cry little fellar, the suki <3's ya.


we had some stellar gourmet pizzas at pies and pints new set-up in fayetteville and then headed back to camp for dessert-a-pa-looza. I can sum this up quite easily with...


oh, dear lord it hurts so bad.


fantastic eats! sponsored by...meh, I don't know some climbing company??? (ha. excellent marketing strategy for them, eh?) free beer followed. stupid human tricks, raging camp fire, several dozen pics of me in a compromising position (attempting to pick a dollar bill off of the ground using only my mouth with only one foot allowed on the ground) undoubtedly now circulating the net. and so ended evening two.


day of the comp we woke up to joel's slamming camp breakfast of sausage and egg bagels (and beer, also a recurring theme), registered for the comp and hit bubba city...


along with 43,000 other people. ugh. it was cool for just hanging, but poo for serious climbing so we left the big boys, joel and ethan (DID I MENTION THAT JOEL TOOK SECOND IN NOVICE MENS? CAN I GET A WOOT?), to get their climb on alone and headed to junk-yard with Jeremy and Cindy for some (what we hoped would be) laid back climbing.


nopers. we got to the trad crag to find 15 redneck children under the age of 5 in pajamas and cowboy boots...a couple of angry frenchies and all climbs taken. no big. we hung out, jer-dawg set us up with a great lead and we all got another two or three climbs in before heading back to camp for beer, beer, beer, red bull and vodka, beer and some free eats. again with the excellent food...this time a nicely prepared vegan meal...and then more beer.


saturday night was a riot. boulder comp, band, campfire, me campusing the marijuana cave to the delight of a dozen on-lookers (I felt no pain, I swear), drunkards jumping over a roaring campfire the size of the astro, a (45 MINUTE) wildlife presentation about some...stuff, and something...else (yeah, it was that long), a bit of suki gets funky on the dance floor a la the percolator (you know you want some), and me deciding after about 9pm to no longer walk anywhere on my own due to an abundance of overly-amourous climbers about (what can I say..the boys like girls with no boobers). if I was invited to 'a party' in one more person's tent...I was gonna hurl.

...or maybe that was the vodka?


see, I kept getting lost. I recognized so many folks in camp (the eastern climbing community, as you can imagine, is not huge) that I felt more cozy than usual striking out on my own...and had difficulty (vodka, maybe?) remembering where the hell I was supposed to be and who I was supposed to be meeting. I thought I had this all figured out by forcing all my proper hippies to proudly display glow sticks...til the sponsors starting throwing them into the crowd.


fuck.

I was all stumble, stumble, grope, grab "are you my mommy?" I must've muttered a thousand times in two hours...fuck, I lost my humans, again!


next year...we bring the leash.


saturday night ended with a scary as fiz-nuck hike into the heart of the west virginny forest with Oqui and I both opting to run "home" as quickly as possibly when we SWORE we heard banjers. I tried my dangedest to get some sleep after that...but satan visited the campground, ran around til the wee hours of the morning rebuking us in his demonic voice til someone finally yelled:

"go to hell"


how apropo.

when the redbull wore off around tuesday at 11am I tried my hand at sleep, again...at which point I realized my own itchy funk was keeping me awake.


sigh. the woods make a suki happy (even if she does have skid marks).


we pulled out a couple of climbs on sunday, got some mediocre mexican, thumb wrestled, gave each other perms and did some headstands in the van (long ride. we all caught a touch of the autism) and bid each other adieu around 11pm.


honestly...the best time I've ever had on a climbing trip. I went into this ordeal a bit hesitant about my lack of knowledge of these boys...


but came home with four brand new friends.


did I say friends? I meant family...you can only swap so much spit, sweat and crud inadvertently before you realize you're part of the pack.





viva la cilantro!