skybytch

Heh. He already did - there's a slackline forum on rockclimbing.com. And from what I can tell, one of the moderators on that forum is one of the guys who put up our line. He's simply amazing on it...

A group of rockclimbers did AFF recently at Davis. They put up a slackline to play on. Several regular jumpers have become addicted to it. It's great for weather holds and entertainment between loads. Today, standing on one foot. Tomorrow, backflips!

1040/.5:1:0 Went hiking on Sunday morning. Climbed 1040 feet in a half a mile to a gorgeous view. Brutal good fun. A 25 way formation load sunset tracking dive to say buhbye to our token Aussie of the year. Spent hours on the slackline. I can walk on it now! Damn thing is totally addictive...

Ain't that the truth.

Original Sabre or Sabre2? How many jumps on the line set? Where were the majority of the jumps done? What's the date of manufacture? Patches?

Ever read the "Rules"? (emphasis mine)

I don't get it. Why would you give someone shit for making a safety call and not jumping in potentially dangerous conditions? The point of skydiving is to be able to do it again. Not to prove that you're tough or macho.

Yes it is. I was LMAO when the little tune played on the tram (and yes, people were looking at me funny ). My calves hurt.

Michele - Check out Fastweb - great site for finding scholarships to apply for. Don't buy new textbooks if you can find used. For used, be sure to check out Half.com before buying from the school bookstore; every book I've looked for has been available there (in multiple copies) for less. For some classes you may be able to get away with not buying the book; check the school library for copies (copy machines are wonderful things). Don't let this frustration get to you. It'll all be worth it after classes start.

Be there this evening. You will have a cocktail waiting for me, won't you?

More alcohol. You can never have enough alcohol.

I recommend that book very highly, not just for skydiving and team jumping issues but for life in general. Worth every penny.

More pics - 053 is Sunday morning - me in front of my tent through the cloud we were in 064 is one of the lakes - pretty, huh? 066 is me and Joe at the edge of the wilderness coming out 074 is a very tired bytch! 065 is me hiking in the sleet - looks like fun, doesn't it? Actually, with the right gear, it wasn't bad at all.

Oh no. See attached pic (TwinLake005) - Joe likes backpacking. So anyway, we got on the trail about 9:30 Saturday morning. The weather was much better; we didn't get rained on at all - probably because both of us kept our rain gear either on or strapped to the outside of our packs. After a few hours and another 500 feet or so of elevation gain, we came to a junction with the trail to Twin Crater Lakes. We hadn't planned to go up that way, but figured what the hell - the way we had planned to go would have put us in an exposed, no water area when it would have been time to set up camp. It wasn't long before I realized this was going to be brutal. We climbed over 500 feet in less than a mile. By the time we reached the lakes at the end of the trail (at 11,200 feet msl), I was exhausted - Mary found us a spot to put our tents, made dinner (tortellini with chicken, bell peppers, tomatoes and parmesan cheese) and I laid down while she and the dogs went for a walk around the lake. I was just about asleep when I heard a voice - "Lisa! I found the most perfect campsite!! We gotta move!! I'll carry all your shit!!" Well, hell, I thought, if she's willing to carry all my shit over there, I'm willing to get my ass up! I ended up carrying all my shit over and it was worth it. She found the coolest spot ever - a little meadow with a rock formation that had a covered spot just big enough for my little one person tent. Once we had our shelters back up it was time for bed. Sunday morning dawned cloudy and cold. I unzipped my rainfly and peeked outside to see snow on the ground. Can you say "Brrrr"?? Mar got up and got coffee going as the weather kept rolling in. We were smart enough to get our tents packed up before breakfast; good thing too since a few minutes after they were packed it started to sleet. After breakfast we figured it wasn't going to get any better so we packed everything up and headed back down the mountain. Sunday was spent hiking in the sleet, snow, rain and lots and lots of mud. We didn't think the weather was going to get any better so we chugged on all the way back to the trailhead, packed up and drove back to civilization. Dinner at Wendy's (mmmm.... greasy fast food!!), a cocktail or two and we were back at Mar's house, ready for bed. Today was spent cleaning up the muddy, wet gear and moaning about our sore muscles. Tomorrow I fly back to California; I start school next week. What a great way to end my summer vacation - tunnel time and my first multi-day backpacking trip! I have the coolest friends ever. Lov ya Mar!!

It sounded like fun at the time... spend a week in Colorado with Mary and do some tunnel time and some backpacking. Arrived in Denver last Tuesday. That's... errr.... quite the airport. Mar picked me up and off we went to Skyventure Colorado! Derek (hooknswoop) and Phil (riddler) played with us. I worked on mantis and didn't flail too badly, but couldn't handle more than 3 sessions considering I had just arrived from sea level! We walked over to the sushi place (John Holly's) and had an excellent dinner (those mango rolls are the shit!). After Alana arrived while we were eating, we decided that more tunnel time was in order - so we reserved another half hour for Wednesday. We came back to Denver Wednesday afternoon and stopped by the REI flagship store. Holy crap! That place is amazingly huge!! It's a good thing I don't have a credit card!! Spent two hours wandering around drooling at cool outdoor equipment there, then headed back to the tunnel. Alana met us there. I decided I wanted to try the backflying thing. Didn't have my freefly suit with me so I used one of the tunnel's suits. I sucked pretty badly (see attached pic)! But it was fun. Alana did a whole lot better at it than I did. Thanks for the coaching and catching, Derek! Thursday morning and Mar and I started packing up the gear and planning our route for our backpacking trip. Thursday afternoon found us, our gear and the three dogs driving into the mountains along the Cache la Poudre River - awesome scenery!! We found a campsite along a dirt county road and set up camp; figured a good way to avoid altitude sickness was to acclimate slowly so we spent Thursday night at 8900 feet. After a couple beers and a nice campfire, we crashed out. After reorganizing and packing up, we headed for the trailhead Friday morning. As we drove up, we spotted a mother moose and her baby cruising around - too cool! As we were getting our gear out it started raining. We tossed it all back in the car and waited it out. Finally got on the trail at 10:30 am. Hadn't been hiking more than a few minutes and it started raining again. Moisture would be a recurring theme throughout this trip. . . We'd hiked about 3 miles and gained about 1000 feet of altitude when we decided to find a campsite and spend some time relaxing in the wilderness. We found a sweet spot set back in the trees; it even had a fire ring with some wet wood sititng next to it. After getting our tents set up, just in case it started raining again, we found some kindling and Mary started a fire. Dinner was sliced potatoes with beef, tomatoes, bell peppers, olive oil, and parmesan cheese; cocktails with dinner was orange Gatorade with vanilla vodka (don't laugh, it doesn't taste bad at all [:-)]. Dessert was cheesecake pudding (yes, I said pudding! in the wilderness!) and hot chocolate with vanilla vodka. Another storm started to roll in, accompanied by some of the coolest, longest lasting thunder I've ever heard. I hit the sack as soon as the first drops of rain started falling; Mar stayed up to make sure the rain put the fire out. Neither of us slept real well that night - the thunder and lightning were awesome! Saturday morning we woke up to clearing skies. After a breakfast of Cream of Wheat with strawberries, we packed up and hit the trail again. After all we ate you'd have though our packs would be lighter, but no. All the rain had pretty much soaked our rain flys and we didn't have enough time/sun to dry them out completely before we starting hiking. So we put them in plastic bags and packed them up separately - downside to this was the additional weight of wet gear; we ended up with packs at least as heavy as they had been when we hit the trail. (continued in next post) Attached pics - 1 - me backflailing in the tunnel 2 - the route we hiked 3 - my pack, ready to go at the trailhead 4 - first night on the trail campsite 5 - Mary is a pyro. That's a one match fire!!

Personally, I liked it better the old way. Now I'm gonna have to type "pull and flare, lisa" at the end of every post, or stop using it... cuz it looks stupid with the line above it. Oh well.

I'd figure no more than $800 for the entire package. The Cypres isn't worth anything; once it hits 12 years old it's a doorstop. A Raven 3 is pretty big. You'll probably want to get something smaller and zp real soon (a J3 will hold a 170 zp main). Decent gear for a broke person but don't pay over $1000 for everything. It ain't state of the art but it'll get ya in the air until you can afford newer.

Practice tracking. Pull high and do canopy control drills.

You're old. I'll have a drink for you this evening.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. But it wouldn't be right for me to post their names. I've heard "I'll be there" from 10+ NorCal freefliers. Most of them are damn good freefliers too.

10:0:0 Ten miles backpacked in the Rawah Wilderness in Colorado. 3 nights in my claustrophobic one person tent. Hiked in the sun, rain, snow and sleet. Slept (or didn't sleep) in the tent in the rain, a legendary thunderstorm and sleet. Ate gourmet food from Mary's JetBoil (example - dinner last night - at 11000 feet - was tortellini with tomatoes, bell peppers, chicken, parmesan cheese and olive oil - and this was our THIRD night out!!). Attached pic is hiking in the sleet this morning.

Why would he want to leave us? He's got it so good! Bad habits??? What bad habits???!?!!??

Check out Flite Suit's Flite Wing. Same concept.

There's four man members and 8 female members.