Burnham
Woods walker
This link didn't work for me, Cory.
This link didn't work for me, Cory.
I've wrote it up here previously, and in proper form and prose as well. At some point we'll be able to dig it up...lol.I dint hear about your fall..
It implies to me that increased toughness = greater survivabilityTough implies that I could or would do it again. Truth is I was damn lucky. I pay the idiot tax on that day, everyday, and will continue to.
Here is your story in full, Kaveman. It's is a well written piece, so I hope it's alright with you to bring it forward so those with less elephantine memories than myself may read it.I've wrote it up here previously, and in proper form and prose as well. At some point we'll be able to dig it up...lol.
Readers digest version:
Kaveman failed to properly maintain and inspect his gear, and as a consequence, I fell 76 feet onto my left shoulder.
Also @Burnham has a mind like a steel trap. If the memory is the first thing to go, apparently he's going to live forever.
Written almost a year ago, to the day! 😆Here is your story in full, Kaveman. It's is a well written piece, so I hope it's alright with you to bring it forward so those with less elephantine memories than myself may read it.
Some moons ago, a younger Kaveman stood at the base of a big pine. I checked my ropes and harness for the third time since I wrapped the trunk, passed my coffee cup off to Ali with a nod of thanks, and stepped onto my picks.
It's a clear, cool morning, and with the smell of ponderosa filling my head, the work goes quick and easy. Ali has the rigging line set up to speedline the brush right into the back of the Kodiak.
I take the top and call for lunch, now that I have a table. Burrito, banana, and a Gatorade come up on the climb line, and go right down the climber. Cigarette break...