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Hubris- Gotta Hand It To Her
Okay, for those who have know about Hubris before this site went up- this is probably the first thing you saw. It was a bumper sticker on my cafepress site for…ever. Sold pretty well, too. Anyhow, we...
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Boy Gorge- part 4
Where was I? I was at the bottom of a crack in a gorge wall. I shared the crack with an incline train… quietly sitting in its little station. Traitorous damned train. Anyhow, what’s a guy to do but...
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Boy Gorge- Part V
From the bottom of the tracks again, I started up what I will call the Right Hand Wall. There wasn’t anything you would call a footpath along this wall, but there was uneven rock that had split away...
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Boy Gorge- Part Six
I made a few more abortive attempts to get past the boulder and its attendant thorn bush. No go. So I started working my way up the Right Hand Wall again. I was kissing this stupid wall enough to think...
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Boy Gorge- Part 7
I could make a long story short, but then I’d never squeak this many chapters out of this story. So rather than just tell you that I did it- that I got onto a moving incline train- I need to tell you...
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Watch This
When I first started kayaking, I went and got myself the nicest waterproof watch I could afford. It looked very waterproof. That is to say, it was all intrepid and had an utterly useless bezel. I...
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Boy Gorge- Part VIII
Because of the stupidification of the United States, we no longer use the word ‘protagonist’ much. Unless you’re an English Lit major or just want to be made fun of for knowing words, I guess. Anyhow,...
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Boy Gorge- Part 9
The tough part is pretty much over. I’ve done all the confusing, frightening, stupid, dead-ended things that can be done, and now, I’m ready for the part that, while maybe not EASY, is at least...
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Boy Gorge- The Final Chapter (10)
So I climbed out. The old guy working on the train, or at least working on the overworked mechanism that dragged trains up and down the crack track, said I was the only one who’d done what I did....
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Hubris- Distractions
Poor Lowell. But OutdoorFest-By-Committee just isn’t going to come out the way it went in.
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