High Country

So Ten Fingers, 6 Strings' most recent post hints at his unquenchable desire for the mountains.

It's a love we both share, but most of our trips have been in separate parties being that we currently reside in different states. We have been showshoeing around Bear Lake, and climbing and paddling along the Arkansas River, and I'm sure he'll pull me into this slack lining craze he's unleashing on San Francisco.

We both have plans to be playing in the hills this weekend. I was reading some of his old trip logs the other day. I thought it might be fitting to post a little bit of TF6S mountaineering wisdom. Below is a gem of an exert from his Middle Palisade log that I found interesting:

TF6S: This place used to be off limits, man, 'cause some drunk freshman fell off. He went right down the middle, smacking his head on every beam, man. I hear it doesn't hurt after the first couple though. Autopsy said he had one beer, how many did you have?
Bugle Bum: Four.
TF6S: You're dead, man, you're so dead. Look at the blood stains right there.

Cut to Summit: TF6S takes in the view

TF6S: Would you look at this f*cking town man. It's dead. Imagine how people out there right now are f*cking man. Just going at it.

I don't know if this was a actual conversation. It sure sounds like something from Dazed And Confused, but I can't be certain. We are making plans for a trip to the hill country soon; maybe I should reconsider...