Why Nascar is greater than you ever imagined.

Well, It's a lot more entertaining than a hit and run . . . laugh a little.



Back in my day they used to hand you the chicken on a pole . . .

Beer Bratwurst

I ate them for dinner last night, I ate them for dinner tonight, and I'll eat them again. Yum.

The real reason I'm posting tonight, my first double post, is that My car was smashed up and I'm a little pissed off about it. Hit and run measures right up there with DUI as far as the law is concerned. As far as I'm concerned, it's right up there with sleeping with your best friend's wife/gf, burning an orphanage, or selling your savior for 30 pieces of silver.

Okay, just a hit and run by itself is probably not enought to damn you to eternal darkness, but this hit and run was witnessed by a little 8-year-old who narrowly escaped getting run over by the culprit. You can't run over little kids. Like any 8-year-old who has nearly been run over, he was a little shy, but told me, and Deputy Jenson exactly what happened. It sounded a little exagerated, the black SUV backing into my car, swerving to hit the kid, and jumping the curb up onto the grass, but sure enough, there were the tire marks where the guy had driven over the curb.

Not only did the kid give great testimony of what happened to my car, but he is originally from South Africa. It seems like kids that grow up outside the United States still have a little gumption, and self suficiency. He had some great stories about how the monkeys would get in his room and crawl up on his bed. "What did you do?" I asked. Nochalantly he responded, "I got a fruit, and led him out of the house." No big deal, getting monkeys out of the house or dodging dangerous vehicles for this kid.

Anyway it was a black SUV, and it took place accross the street from Cafe Rio on 33rd in Salt Lake around 2pm on June 28. If any of the 4 people who read this blog have any info, please let me know.

Freedom Fires

Determination - that's what it takes to get a fire started. (maybe all of my posts will touch on fire and climbing - wait and see) I was determined to have a fire last night. I was determined to sleep in a tent in the "woods" and you know, see if a bear wanted to have it's way with me. In a strange paradox, I searched the internet for campsites close to SLC with no cover. Well, let me tell you that in Utah, everything has a cover. It doesn't matter how much you plan to spend at the bar.

Around Rexburg, ID I can think of a quick 5 places to go camp where you'll never be bothered to pay.

1. Sand Dunes
2. Beaver Dick Park
3. Spillway
4. pretty much anywhere on the Idaho side of the Tetons
5. Do they charge for camping at Green Canyon? if so, it's totally worth it.
6. Kelly Canyon/Heise area (by the caves, not in developed campgrounds)
7. My parents' back yard.

Actually, the list goes on and on. The point is, Mormons and their derivatives are Jews. Or maybe I have that backwards. I found the cheapest looking site up Big Cottonwood canyon and drove up there. Yeah, $15. In all the time that I've spent in Central America, I never once paid that much for a hotel. Ouch. The upcoming trip to Idaho is looking better and better. Why is it that I can't go out in the woods in Utah and build a fire for free?

No matter, I'll make that $15 up somehow. Have you ever built a fire in a desserted campground and just sat and read a good book until 2 in the A.M.? Well, you should. It's liberating. You forget all your worries and responsibilities. All the things you were going to blog about the next day fade from your memory. Anyway, I highly recommend Princeton Tec headlamps. They're great, and they'll get me through the Darby Canyon Ice Caves again soon.

Friction Fire

What a joke! Today my goal was to go out in the woods and start a fire. No matches, no lighter, just me and some sticks and some string. Good thing I didn't work today, so I could spend a good 5 hours rubbing wood together until it smoked.

Here's the wiki-how on friction fires.

Wiki-how is a completely worthless site where people try to tell you how to do things. There's one about wilderness survival that suggests you tell everyone where you're going and make sure you bring ample supplies. -duh Another personal favorites is this one How to survive a living hell. It says nothing about my last relationship. Like I said, worthless.

Everything makes full circle back to rock climbing so I may as well steer you clear of looking up how to rock climb on wiki-how. There are however some really good wiki-hows.

For all you 19-year old hotties: Dumping your Emo BF

Certainly this one is for everybody: How to smell nice

Last but not least, it's important to smell nice, but it's also important to be nice.

So be nice people, and don't try to start a fire with sticks. Use lots of gasoline and matches.*



*Jason Price will not be held responsible for persons lighting themselves on fire, singeing their eyebrows, going bald, or smelling bad.

Climbing Tuesdays

I'm going to try. I'm going to try


Tuesdays have become climbing Tuesdays, and I'm fine with that. Usually it's just me and Sam and Devan and quite often their wives. Occasionally we're graced by the presence of someone else, but they never seem to come back. It's probably because I swear too much. :)

This week, I climbed Twist and Shout - 5.10a, Monkey Meet - 5.10d, and Vaporous Apparation - 5.9 See Mountain Project dot com.
- Sam on Nipples and Clits (5 min exposure)

I'm always intrigued by how climbs get their names. I've been on Nipples and Clits, Kibbles and Bits, Schoolboys, Flinstones, Big Time, The Coral Arete, Twisted, Pigeon Hole Crack, and a load of others with their own interesting names.

It's all good fun, but I think that what brings me back to climbing is the margin. I love approaching the limit of my physical ability. I love being pushed right to the edge. It's not the adrenaline rush that I'm after, it's that one molecular bond between my fingertip and the rock that keeps me from falling.

When I got home I was feeling a little grumpy . . . no reason, but I decided to go for a run. It was on this run that I decided I needed to start writing in the blogosphere again. It was also on this run that I decided a third of a marathon is not a smart idea when I haven't run in months. I'll be hurting tomorrow.