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“Welcome Spirit!

Hey Ms Crazy, don't wish for snow here. When we get it you may not like it.”

“If I hadn't made Muttonhead's list, I'd have demanded a recount.

Okay, thanks for the dirty pix. Not a troll.

Welcome aboard; man the lifeboats.”

“I knew a Chihuahua once who could've used some accupuncture.....”

“Welcome!

I drive through Weed when I visit my father and sister in Klamath Falls.

As was mentioned, submit some pics to prrosenkrant@csupomona.edu and we can add you to "Phil's Photo Page" (see link at right)

BTW. I need a new massage therapist. Wish you were closer.”

“TROLL! I can see right through this crap. :^Þ

Hi spirithand®! I haven't been around here long enough to officially welcome you, but I'm a fellow N. Californian and a wilderness FREAKHEAD too! I see you came in the front door here... shoot, I didn't even know this place HAD a front door. I sneaked in through a small back window and I forgot I was wearing a fanny pack and I'm still stuck halfway through. Some people smile at me as they walk by, giving me cookies and stuff, others kick me in the teeth. I'm too far in to back out, and too far out to be in. Anyway, enough of my problems, I'll give you a high-five as you walk by.”

“Ha Ha!

Fanny pack huh. Didn't think anyone wore those things anymore.”

“Hi Buck, I've heard about you??? Amazing photos though from you, would like to chat more. Hope maybe you can get out of the back door and play with the big dogs, just kidding looks like you travel into grreat places. Besides I could be a troll since I do love the underground!”

“You watching those movies again Maple????"


mtnsteve
10:41:17 AM
11/06/03

no it just reminded me of a book by Michael Blodgett called Captain Bood”

“Boob=Blood”

“I kinda figured that....U ever read The Descent, by Jeff Long...very wierd, cool book.”

“nope,

have you read Captian Blood?”

“Not yet”

“I have read Captian Underpants and groove to the smooth sounds of Captian and Tenille.”

“I'm outta here...the wife says i gotta wrap the pipes...winter coming and all....”

“Anybody climbing there anytime soon?”

“no it just reminded me of a book by Michael Blodgett called Captain Bood"
mapleleaf
10:59:20 AM
11/06/03
ignore this user

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"Boob=Blood"
mapleleaf
11:04:30 AM
11/06/03

You had a typo in your typo correction!!! AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!

That's funny! Thanks!”

“I think it's cool you massage horses.Beautiful animals. : )”

“Just for further non-troll justification, I met spirithand, briefly at the trailhead in Castle Crags before we hiked up in March.

Welcome, spirithand!”

“Yeah me too..I forgot about that LOL”

“No wonder I couldn't find "Captain Boob" on Amazon.....”

“Now that's amazing...”

“Hey! Welcome spirithand!
How did you get your trailname. Is it a trailname??”

“Thanks, spirithand! My el spelunking experience-o's are fairly minimal. I love exploring caves, but I'll admit when I have to slither for long distances in teeny tunnels an inch at a time, propelling myself like a centipede merely with my fingers, unable to move my arms or legs, I get a wee bit claustrophobic. Okay, a "wee bit" is an understatement... I WANNA SCREAM MY HEAD OFF, because without my head, there's more room to move. Last year we did the 3-hour adventure tour of Moaning Cavern, starting with the really cool 165' rappel. I was fine for most of the tour, until we hit these freaking muthuh-luvin' @#%@! sections with names like "The Pancake Squeeze", "Meat Grinder", "Godzilla's Nostril", "Column Squeeze", "You're Too Fat For This Section And You Know It", etc. Man, I don't mind crawling and slithering through tight spaces as long as I can at least wiggle my friggin' toes. And it's embarrassing how even the most carefully released fart echoes through those caverns. I just remember getting out of that cave tour and immediately driving to Yosemite Valley. Ahhhh... wide open spaces!”

“You give horse massages? How 'bout massages for people who like to horse around?”

“People that horse around are most fun to give massages to. Their usually the ones walking around bull-legged. I\'m a human massage therapist also. To answer Gemini\'s question I received my name because I am active in primitive rendezvous (pre-1840 re-enactments) and I give massages there. They named me this because I went on a 200 mile horse trek with nothing but pre-1840 gear (buckskins, flint and steel, buffalo hides, etc..) I basically kept the horses and my wimpy partner going to the end where we rendezvoused with hundreds of people dressed in era clothing for a couple weeks. Made a fortune working on people who where sleeping on the hard ground.”

“Buck just remember that the cave is only to small when you have to exhale to go further. As your turning blue try not to think about it, the screaming only makes you swell!”

“I remember Amy and I lowering you into a hole by your ankles once....I'm not going to mention the times it's been really tight, lol.”

“I went to a horse massage therapist once. I've still got the hoof marks on my back to prove it.

BUCK YOU ARE SO FREAKING LAME JUST GO AWAY FOREVER, OKAY? Okey dokey artichokey.”

“wow Shasta is kewl. I have ancestors from a gold mine in Lewiston. Know the area well.”

“Horse massage therapist?

Something like in 'Freddy Got Fingered' with Tom Green? He 'massaged' a horse in that movie. ;)

From an interview about the movie:
Host - What about the scene where you get a little too friendly on the stud farm?
Tom Green - That was a real horse. And let me tell you, the horse was smiling.”