No seatbelt either.

It's what's fer dinner.

dusk

did you hear that?

fixin' up the sup'.

who farted??

Required bigassfire for 20 degree nights.

when watterbottles become icebottles. cold effing night.

A stop at Hyas lake; hereforth referred to as coldass lake.

Hey Sarah, lets find the one route in Washington that has the steepest, most direct route. Did you bring a rope??

The sun and snow locked in hand-to-hand combat. Snow won. From the approach.

Greg's Problem (V.5). That crack is like glass, no bite whatsoever. Inverted lieback. the landing is good...

Snowing. where's that damn climb at now?

The snow wasn't supposed to hit until tomorrow dammit!

Trying some problems at the cliffband. 12 degree rock will suck your soul out through your fingertips. SOOOO PAINFUL!!!

The whiteout and the retreat. Beer and burgers somewhere await.

B.F.O.

B.F.B.