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31-Oct-2004 6:58:16 PM
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Someone has stolen golden streak boulder!
Whoever did it should return it immediately.
“Don’t mention the war!”
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1-Nov-2004 1:35:02 AM
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I'm guessing someone was bored and has no life...
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1-Nov-2004 8:01:23 AM
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No great loss really.
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1-Nov-2004 8:47:44 AM
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shagy- you mean the person you stole the boulder, or who started the thread?
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1-Nov-2004 11:15:13 AM
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good point MM, I guess either way works
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1-Nov-2004 12:35:47 PM
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Stealing bush rocks is an offence, though stealing routes on rocks is sometimes accepted!
I knew boulderers could pull hard moves but didnt know they were strong enough to 'pull the boulder'?
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1-Nov-2004 12:39:00 PM
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I could think of nothing better if I was working a boulder project - than to snaffle said boulder for the backyard, wait until I had the problem wired and then return the boulder to it's home. Better than chipping the holds to stop other people from sending the route if you ask me.
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1-Nov-2004 9:50:41 PM
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So what this is how they got away with it!
The chopper came in on Sunday, I think? (days of the week don't mean much up here!), circled around for a bit then headed off down the Watch Towers.
So when everybody bolted off to have a vulture at the crumpled person, they circled back round, slung the thing and pissed off before anybody noticed.
Steve's got it in his backyard working on three moves.
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2-Nov-2004 6:19:18 AM
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I heard a dude cranked so hard (on the side opposite the mantle problem) on a move that it toppled on him. It's still about, but it rolled part way to the Gums campsite, so you can't really recognise it (unless you tilt your head 80). Not the blue lycra stains
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2-Nov-2004 2:01:10 PM
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Said boulder was last seen on the road to Tucson, Az
Ages ago, DBD wrote:
>The day had started out well enough. I noted the night had not been dark and stormy. The sun had risen earlier than expected and it looked like being another hot one – perhaps a good day to spend on ‘New Wave Wall’ since it got shade all day. I picked up Brandon, whose car was being repaired, at least for as long as I had known him. Brandon was really a boulder but he could be coaxed into climbing if you offered to drive and tie him in. I was still tired having slept badly. Had the anticipation of sending ‘Holey Moley’ 12a (Australian 18/19) kept me awake or did the thunder disturb me in the night? I told Brandon I didn’t think I could drive the hundred miles to Tucson without some sleep, so he took the wheel. An hour later I woke and saw the city ahead of us and Mt Lemmon to the West. I dozed off again thinking I would let him drive through town and up the mountain. I woke with a start. The sun was directly over head and the car was hot. The landscape looked unfamiliar and flat. Mt Lemmon was gone. The next road sign to appear read ‘El Paso 70’. A screech of brakes - we had driven into Nevada. Brandon, perplexed, could do nothing but apologize. He claimed he hadn’t noticed Tucson, but agreed that we must have passed through it. He said he’d also been feeling tired and may have dozed off ‘for a bit’. Three hours later we're taking gear out of the trunk at the pullout above New Wave Wall. Brandon said, “Did you bring the rope?”
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