This weekend was meant to be my wandering around and checking out Cambridge weekend. Unfortunately, the weather has been what the English like to call pants, or rubbish. Not the usual rubbish for half an hour then sunny, but genuinely cold and rainy for sustained periods. So I did something that will make my dad proud - I went to a bookstore. I picked up The Games Climbers Play, a collection of 100 articles about mountaineering. It's an excellent read so far, although I keep stopping to reflect on my own climbing, which I suppose is pretty much the point. It was originally published in 1978 and some of the articles have dated quite a lot, but many, including Lito Tejada-Flores' "Games Climbers Play" (from which the anthology obviously takes its title) are as relevant now as they were then. Tejada-Flores adds some thoughts here, which are well worth reading - I think I'll have to track down more of his writing. No doubt you'll find some more climbing related drivel on here before too long.
Speaking of climbing, I decided to takes Steve's advice on dealing with my sore elbow (he's old and knows about being injured) and went climbing anyway to see how it felt. Surprisingly, it feels better this morning than it has since I did it. I still can't pinch very well with my right hand, but it's definitely getting there. The bad news is that Captain Chaos is planning to meet up with Terry (The Hamburglar) in the Pyrenees in May, but I can't make it then. Hopefully we'll be able to sort something out, as Terry's tales of 400m all-bolted routes 600m from the valley floor have me very excited.
Something else that has me excited is the discovery that there is a flickr group devoted to bacon. Awesome.
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have you ever had a sausage wrapped in bacon...its like wurst mignon...
awesome...those swiss really know how to spice up a fatty snag...
cato
No, you don't look lanky -- but your bum looks big
Oh good. Who is dadaist?
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