Sharing is NOT Caring

Although this may be simple coincidence I have noticed that some of my ideas are being used at other peoples discretion.  I am flattered by this but I work pretty hard on my writing and it normally takes me a few weeks to come up with my ideas so if you are going to steal intellectual property then I need either an honorable mention or a job... or both.  The fact is, if this theft does not stop then I am going to take my blog somewhere else so that no one can take my ideas and not give me due credit.  My blog and I deserve better.  Also, taking my ideas and using them to save your own ass is just asking for bad karma so next time you feel like your floundering for an idea and you have the desire to steal another person's intellectual property just remember that if your computer crashes or some other shit happens, then it's your own fault.  I am leaving this post up until my three year anniversary with climbing, November 12th, and if at any point you want an idea or advice on what to write about  or want to give me a job/internship then please feel free to email me.  IsarnaPacher@yahoo.com
Thanks and Good Luck.

And the Bald said NO

There is something about Rumbling Bald that only a few well traveled climbers could understand and that one thing is, Rumbling Bald is hard.  I have talked to a handful of people that climb there regularly and the general consensus is that it is an issue of style.  Rumbling Bald is an extremely hard place to boulder if it is not your style and with that being said I will let you know that I know very few people that actually say that their style is climbing on slightly overhung credit card to half pad crimps and miniscule feet.  ITS FUCKING HARD.  I know many people that easily pull down V8s in other boulder fields but when they come to the Bald they get spanked on V3s.  I suppose the up shot of this is that they claim the V grade is highly "subjective" and then go on their merry way back to the choss piles they crawled from and perhaps they did it a little bit humbler.  And I like that.  There really is nothing I can stand more than a rock snob especially one that picks their climbing partners by a comparison of strength.  "Sure dude, you can climb with us, as long as you cannot send harder than me."  I know that, thankfully, those people are few and far between but I sure as hell met one at Inner Peaks climbing gym.  I went with the Brevard Climbing Team to play photographer/cheerleader for the recent ABS competition and sure enough there was such a douchebag there.  So if you are out there, you hang board winning cock sucker, please feel free to join us at the Bald.  Hugs and Kisses. 

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I got fourth place in beginner women's at Hound Ears!!!!!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

The Story of Cronos and the Blood Letter's

In a rocky valley there was a tribe of ghouls who would gather at the top of a particular mountain to perform a blood letting ritual every full moon.  Although there were many mountains that the ghouls could have chosen they chose this one particular mountain due to the huge rocks that had such razor sharp features on each one.  Before the sun would set the ghouls would walk to the top of the mountain and select specific rocks for each individual and then slice their fingers, arms, legs, feet, bodies and allow their ghostly blood to ooze down the rocks and soil the ground at the height of the full moon. 
One night, Cronos, the keeper of time was riding his chariot of clouds across the sky when he viewed a beautiful ghoul maiden, slicing her feet upon the rocks.  As Cronos was the keeper of time, he had seen the rise and fall of empires, wars that raged for centuries, and battles fields thick with gore and blood.  Naturally, Cronos did not enjoy the sight of blood and his heart ached in watching the senseless act of this beautiful ghoul spilling her precious blood.  So Cronos did something and I trust that you will keep it a secret.  Cronos sped up time for the ghouls and like all communities and tribes before, the ghouls disbanded and forgot their history and their rituals.  When you go to HoundEars today be careful because although the ghouls have moved on the rocks have not forgotten their purpose. 

Ouch! Dammit!

Hound Ears October 2009. Let me assure you there will be a story written about this particular boulder field. Most of the climbs there are incredibly sharp and I must admit that the whole time I climbed there I preyed to myself that my feet would not give out. Instant carnage. I am very happy with my climbing there although I did not project anything due to the fact that in competitions it is unwise to give any one problem more than five goes. I must find a way to get in there so that I can attempt to project some of the lines that I found to be the most thrilling. Luckily, I do play a bit of golf. (wink wink, etc.) Speaking of thrilling I must share some of the highlights of my $50 bouldering session. First, I climbed for a bit and then went down to a classic V2 called Brutus. Well, Brutus lies in a corridor and essentially it has that name for a very very good reason. I thought to myself, "Oh! If I feel like I'm going to fall, I will just swing my leg back and rest on the wall behind me." Well, if you ever think something like that to yourself if you are in a similar climbing situation then don't climb that climb. Here is a case and point. I fell off Brutus near the top, while most of my body was still in the corridor. I did not even know I was going to fall but my feet slipped while I was "initiating the top out sequence" and due to this I started falling, hit my back on the wall behind me and landed on my ass. Luckily I was parallel to the two walls by the time my fall was complete. It was very 'Wylie Coyote' because on the way down I saw some of the spectators and I had time to think to myself "it cannot be that bad." I am glad I was right but soon after that all the people that wanted to climb Brutus walked away because they were not willing to risk the fall hazard and therefore they did not get to see my shaky second attempt where I actually sent the damn thing. You can just call me Caesar from now on. Then I was joined my boyfriend and two members of the BRG climbing community who had the intense pleasure of spotting me on the lovely highball Gin and Juice which is called a V3 but certainly is not. I got to the crux of the climb and asked my beloved boyfriend and spotter if he 'had me' and he says back to me, "Don't fall! There are NOT enough crash pads down here!" All the while I was 25 feet up in the air and still have a few more feet to go. I was not worried though. I knew I would be fine. The only hard part was getting back down once you fully topped it out because as a first time climber at Hound Ears it can be rather disorienting. Ok, enough about me. What about you? Happy Bouldering Season!!!