Thursday, June 28, 2007

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.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

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.*

Big Fire

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

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

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.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Grant Deton 9-12-06

We were turned around by snow and wet rock about 600 feet from the top. Very disappointing.

Middle Disappointment

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So clones, so fanr.

Upper-Saddle Blues

Lower Saddle Views

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Price

You tube? I tube too.

Hey Hey Hey,

I'm just seeing if I can post a youtube video:


Friday, September 08, 2006


Grand Teton Sept 8, 2006

We were turned around by snow and wet rock about 600 feet from the top. Very disappointing.

Middle Disappointment

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So clones, so fanr.

Upper-Saddle Blues

Lower Saddle Views

Click on any of the pictures and it will take you to more.

Price

Sunday, September 04, 2005



Grand Teton


Current mood:pleased
Trip Report – Grand Teton - September 4, 2005 – Owen Spaulding Route – Price and Summers.

We really need to make a template for trip reports, I think that would make it a lot easier to put them together and make sure that I remember all of the details from the trip. Oh well.

I drove up to Rexburg from Utah on Thursday night with the expectation of going rock climbing at elephant rock on Friday, but the next day, Summers was stuck harvesting grain, so I went over to the farm and helped out for a little while. I went into Rexburg to get some supplies, but unfortunately, the local climbing shop is pretty much shut down. I’d estimate that they had about two feet of webbing, eight carabineers, and one harness. Still open, but not really helpful. (Someone go start a good climbing shop in Rexburg.)

We waited for my little sister to get off of work until about 6:30 and then drove up toJackson. She works at the 49er Inn and lives just around the corner. There were a couple empty beds in a room in the basement of her place, so Summers and I decided to crash there. We met some of her friends, and were joking around with them. We actually got to bed around 11:00 p.m. Then suddenly, around midnight, this crazy bitch flung the door open and started swearing at us and telling us to get out of her house because we called her friends assholes. In my utter confusion, I started swearing back, but Summers had enough sense to just tell her we would leave. So we left, leaving a burning hot trail of curses on our way out.

We hadn’t anticipated camping anywhere, so we just drove to the Lupine Meadows parking lot and leaned the seats in the truck as far back as they would go. I slept horribly until I was woken up at 5:00 by some amazing thunder. Thunder is bad news when you’re climbing in the Tetons. The storm had mostly passed by 5:30 so we decided to at least start up the trail and see how things went.



Three miles up the trail we had passed 4 groups coming down that had camped in the meadows or started much earlier than us. The last group told us that the lightning was horrible up on top. The combination of the bad reports, the questionable weather and our horrible nights sleep made us decide to go back and attempt it the next day. That’s what we did.

That night (Saturday) we got a room at the 49er. Good idea. We left the hotel just after 4:00 in the morning. In spite of a little sprinkling, we started up the trail at about 4:50. The sun was just rising when we reached the Platform. It was beautiful.

 

There were not too many people camped in the Meadows. I figured there would be more, but we continued on after filling up our water bottles and having a quick bite to eat. The trail gets a lot steeper after the Meadows, but we really didn’t slow down too much. We passed one group that told us they had started from the parking lot at 2:00 a.m. They were right where the big white rope is.

We got to the lower saddle at about 9:30 where we rested for a few minutes and I drank my first Red Bull ever. For some reason I always envisioned the liquid being red. It was gross and I don’t usually like caffeine, but it sure gave me a nice shot of energy. I practically ran up the trail and scramble to the upper saddle. The view from the lower saddle is pretty amazing. You can see so much of the Teton Range and all of the surrounding valleys. The wind blows really hard up there and it can be a little cold. We passed another group that had left the parking lot at 2:00 a.m.




So like I said, I pretty much ran up the trail to the upper saddle. I don’t even really remember it. I was flying high. At the upper saddle we found one group who was turning back. The storm that dropped rain in the valley had coated the Grand with ice and snow and the Owen Spaulding route is on the north western side. We made our way across belly roll, but we decided to straddle instead of belly rolling. I don’t know if I have a picture of that, but I have some video.


The double chimney was where we first encountered a group that we couldn’t pass, or wasn’t turning back. There were actually two groups navigating the route and they were both extremely slow. When you’re on the mountain though, you have to be courteous, and they were actually really cool. We just had to wait 45 minutes in the shade, sitting on snow for them to make it up. Finally they did and Summers and I, roped together with a 40’ piece of 9/16” webbing started up. One person would belay while the other climbed. It was actually fairly difficult with all of the ice and snow. It made it really slick. It’s supposed to be only a 5.3 climb, and I imagine it would be quite easy if it was dry. There is another pitch that seemed about the same in difficulty to me just after that first one. Then we were on the top at about 1:00 p.m. 




The top was . . . amazing Just look at the pictures. It was cold though, and we were hoping to hitch a ride on someone’s rope, so we headed down with the other groups that had summitted. The lines on the way down were even slower than on the way up. I guess they didn’t have quite the chill to kick them in the ass. The first rappel is easily down climbed, so we just did that. At the second rappel, a guided group had a rope set up and they offered a ride down on it. After that, it was just down climbing and hiking and hiking and hiking. The exit hike is always longer than the approach, or so it seems. We hiked pretty fast, but Summers rolled his ankle a couple times and that slowed us down. We finally reached the parking lot at 6:50. Fourteen hours exactly.


We picked up a trailmate named Tanya and went to Dornans for pizza. Dropped off Tanya in Wilson and drove home. That’s it. The end of the innocence. I have now climbed the South Teton, the Middle Teton, the Grand Teton, and Tewinot.


The end.