Everybody – that’s who. Deep in the heart of every climber, regardless of socioeconomic standing, lays a savage dirt-bag. Sure, on the exterior we may look like doctors, lawyers, CEOs, CFOs, mechanical engineers with an emphasis in renewable energy, or even sales associates at the WildyX…But don’t be fooled, deep down we’re all smelly, dumpster diving, dine and dashing, VW bus driving, PBR drinking, incomprehensibly froogle hooligans with but one life goal – to climb, as much as humanly possible.
These are suspiciously good deals…
Here’s my theory: One night Don was looking at numbers and sharpening his pocket knife, debating who should be shived over the frightening figures. Our fearless leader had trouble sleeping that night. He kept tossing and turning, rolling over in his mind all the wows of his business and of the world.
So I asked our resident backcountry hard-person (Jeff) if ski season was over. He looked at me like a red-headed stepchild who should be beaten more often and said nothing. I took that to mean there IS still skiing to be had somewhere up there. I started to ask for more details, but he shot me that stepchild look again and I decided to leave it be.
I don’t own any offsets. I have used other people’s. They can be handy, but I’ve always done fine without them. Certainly, they can offer bomber pro where nothing else will truly engage, but I could never justify buying any (then again, I have a hard time justifying buying shampoo). They always struck me as more of a luxury than a necessity (then again, I also see toilet paper as a luxury).
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