One Night In Lake Wobagong

As I approached the area where the infamous Lake Wobagong was supposed to be (judging by the mile marker and the drunken slurs of the woman who picked me up on the side of the road) I was getting nervous. I couldn't believe there was actually a city named that in Europe. We had been on the road for some time, My driver, Mom, or so she said gave a somewhat coherent recollection of the last time she had been there. It did not seem pretty, unless you like drunken locals with guns and the smell of Indian Reservation. Mom was not the type to take any flak from me so when she fell asleep at the wheel I let her figure it out herself. The view so far was one of beauty. The trees seemed somehow to sparkle like junebugs in West Texas in the fading light that went on for days. The simple array of light through the golden fauna seemed to never end, until it did. Then everything disappeared and the desert engulfed us. I didn't know if I was crazy or the second hand breath from Mom was getting to me. We sailed through windy roads that cut the desert in half. The town shown through the darkness. There was one huge building surrounded by many small huts. The building resembled an American Mall with a very trashy Euro appeal. To my surprise there was no lake. Apparently that Pikey I had met in London was full of shit, you know the type. Mom slowed to a steady crawl handed me my belonging and pushed me out. Funny because she drove up about a mile to the parking lot and then jumped out herself. There were no hills to jumpstart the hunk of tin and moldy cheese, That was my only guess. After finally finding a "hostile" to stay the night, I began my approach to megalopolis. I breathed in the commerce and began to choke. All the shops were closed which was tradition in these parts but the bar was open and I believed that everyone was there. Drunken Monkey Face had an air to it and as I walked in everyone stopped and stared at me. "Hunter!" They all screamed. There was the pikey with 10 shots of something that resembled a toad in a blender. "Happy birthday," he said. I took the shot and asked what was going on? Everyone has left work for your birthday, just then everyone began touching me and singing happy birthday. They poured the rest of the insidious liquid down my throat and then... I woke up. I don't know how or what happened but I woke up in Maribor, Slovenia. And yes this is how I found myself.

Roger's Park

I love climbing. I love it like I love my left leg. Today I am fortunate to have had the opportunity to climb at Rogers Park. Rogers park is bouldering area in Central Texas that I believe, is a state treasure. As you drive through Belton, Tx, if you know the right way to get there (It can prove difficult if you havent been there) you will find yourself facing, after the mini-hike, a limestone wall that seems to never end. This wall travels around part of Lake Belton. If you are a climber you will notice holds and edges and slopers everywhere. And if you are not, you will surely be able to have a good time. Thankfully LB has gone down far enough for trees to grow and limestone wall to erode just enough to provide immaculate lines and perfect spots to lay and listen to the water rustle against the shore.
As my friend John and I got started we were almost immediately greeted by three other climbers from Austin who working on something serious. I dont remember the name, I never do, but man it was great to watch. You start on some small hands and feet, and dyno (jump) backwards to a huge hold and then get your ass up. Good times. I feel like everytime I am there I meet someone new, climb something new and come across someone I have met before. That is all. But man, the action, the scene, nature baby, nature.

Love it

New White Casa

I must say that I am glad to see a new party in the white house. The drudgery has gone for too long. But I think it is too soon to celebrate. Politics is a monter. One monster or another, is it really a fair trade? I am happy that these men and women say that they are going to change things. But words are simply spoke alot in D.C. I hope for many changes in this world and I wish that these people take pride in their opportunity and not just waste their newly appointed powers.

First Ascent

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Tim

I wonder how Tim is doing right now? Tim is a guy that I met tonight at the SLC. The circumstances are great and thats the reason for this entry.
As me and my good friend John and Steph were leaving the Rock Gym, Stephanie began to stretch out her legs. The strecth that she chose was a good one for the old hamstring. You take your leg, cross it on your other knee, squat and stick your ass out in the air. As she was doing this when a guy came over and just had to ask. "Excuse me, I just have to ask, what is that stretch?" Legitimate question. But what I heard was "Excuse me, what an ass." I laughed so hard when I heard it. Stephanie had a very puzzled look on her face, and John didnt know what was going on. When I asked Tim if that was what he said (in a playful tone), he said"...uh... no...I said...Strectch. I was curious. I'm sorry, I am so sorry." Dont apologize I said, no big deal, shes my sister. He looked like his cat had just been run over and eaten by some flying carnivorous rat. "Because of this awkward situation I feel the need to introduce myself. My name is Tim...Bye."

It was great. I waited til he was gone to laugh. I hope he laughs about it later and I hope you get a kick out of it as well.