What was the most heart pounding moment

“Chili - I know, but I'm tryig to score some points here...”

“Mel, one word...Viagra.”

“I don't know why but I never seem to get scared when I am sure I should be. It is always later when I think about it.

mediaman-- I know just the place at Deer Creek you are talking about. It spooks a lot of people. My bummer over there was on the other side from where you were. We had come over by the river route from Tapeats. This was a long time ago before there was a well worn trail. We were just route finding--anyway we went all the way to the narrows and side hilled in some really soft stuff above the crack you describe. Near the river it is a couple hundred feet drop. Hated to go forward--couldn't go back.”

“I was petrified yesterday when the optomotrist charged me $300 for a pair of glasses.”

“what ??? bacpac got stoned ??? say it aint so !!!”

“While crossing a glacier and feeling every stone on the glacier buzzing. Climbing unroped up a Scree slope in Nepal in cloud, then realizing how exposed it was when the clouds parted.”

“The last time I got stoned, Tarp Rat was in diapers.”

“So did ya have to go to the bifocals like you once said bacpac?”

“I got the split screen specs. This will be my first pair.”

“the $300 included fixing your hairy palms, too!”

“Oh bacpac--you're showin your age. I have blended trifocals. Those $300 specks are gonna make you think you are stoned--walking a foot off the floor until you get used to them.”

“Well, there was one time when I went around a bend and came upon a nekkid girl bathing herself. She was facing the other way, so she didn't see me. I stood there with my jaw down to my knees. After a while she noticed me, turned bright red and took off. Running by me while picking up her clothes. I was so stunned I didn't even get a chance to ask for her name and number.”

“LOL stanlee!”

“that was me stanlee”

“Small world ain't it Bugaboo. Didn't recognize you with your clothes on. Lol”

“I had a pretty scare while traversing a steep snow slope in the north cascades. It was a high route called the Ptarmigan traverse, and our packs were about 75 pounds, with ropes, food for 7 days, and cold weather gear. I was not wearing crampons, and slipped on the snow slope, which was about 100 feet above a cliff that dropped off 200 feet. I went into a self arrest, and dug my ice axe in and put my weight on it. I kept sliding, due to the weight of the pack, and the soft snow. I was digging my feet in, my elbows, and doing a push up on the ice axe, but I was still going down. I felt my feet go over the edge, then my knees, and then I was in the air, falling backwards. I fell about 10 feet, and hit a ledge. In any other place along the cliff, I would have gone a lot farther. The fall was broken by my pack, which broke the waist belt. I climbed out and continued on to camp for the day.”