Vertical-Life
El Dakota
8
ASCENTS
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OS RATE
3
BOULDERS IN DB
8
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OS RATE
3
BOULDERS IN DB
| Name | Style | Route | Comment | Properties | Date | |
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| The Hunter (8A+) | Rando rock up a steeeeep hillside, wonderful climbing leads to death choss 5.4 topout. Saw a rainbow, lightning and bear poop. I have great friends |
5 Jun 2021
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| Rando rock up a steeeeep hillside, wonderful climbing leads to death choss 5.4 topout. Saw a rainbow, lightning and bear poop. I have great friends | ||||||
| The Hunter (8A+) |
10 Sep 2016
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| The Hunter (8A+) |
27 Aug 2016
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| Thin Red Line (7B+) | Awesome little problem with good holds but nasty feet. And a gnarly, sketchy slab to top it out |
28 Jun 2015
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| Awesome little problem with good holds but nasty feet. And a gnarly, sketchy slab to top it out | ||||||
| Thin Red Line (7B+) | One of the best boulders ive done in the laramie area. |
27 Jun 2015
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| One of the best boulders ive done in the laramie area. | ||||||
| Alca (6C) | balancy, hard pulling on then its not bad |
27 Jun 2015
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| balancy, hard pulling on then its not bad | ||||||
| The Hunter (8A+) | Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way? Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a color as the visible absence of color; and at the same time the concrete of all colors; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows a colorless, all-color of atheism from which we shrink? And when we consider that other theory of the natural philosophers, that all other earthly hues every stately or lovely emblazoning the sweet tinges of sunset skies and woods; yea, and the gilded velvets of butterflies, and the butterfly cheeks of young girls; all these are but subtile deceits, not actually inherent in substances, but only laid on from without; so that all deified Nature absolutely paints like the harlot, whose allurements cover nothing but the charnel-house within; and when we proceed further, and consider that the mystical cosmetic which produces every one of her hues, the great principle of light, for ever remains white or colorless in itself, and if operating without medium upon matter, would touch all objects, even tulips and roses, with its own blank tinge pondering all this, the palsied universe lies before us a leper; and like wilful travellers in Lapland, who refuse to wear colored and coloring glasses upon their eyes, so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him. And of all these things the Albino whale was the symbol. Wonder ye then at the fiery hunt? |
2 Nov 2014
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| Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way? Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a color as the visible absence of color; and at the same time the concrete of all colors; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows a colorless, all-color of atheism from which we shrink? And when we consider that other theory of the natural philosophers, that all other earthly hues every stately or lovely emblazoning the sweet tinges of sunset skies and woods; yea, and the gilded velvets of butterflies, and the butterfly cheeks of young girls; all these are but subtile deceits, not actually inherent in substances, but only laid on from without; so that all deified Nature absolutely paints like the harlot, whose allurements cover nothing but the charnel-house within; and when we proceed further, and consider that the mystical cosmetic which produces every one of her hues, the great principle of light, for ever remains white or colorless in itself, and if operating without medium upon matter, would touch all objects, even tulips and roses, with its own blank tinge pondering all this, the palsied universe lies before us a leper; and like wilful travellers in Lapland, who refuse to wear colored and coloring glasses upon their eyes, so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him. And of all these things the Albino whale was the symbol. Wonder ye then at the fiery hunt? | ||||||
| Thin Red Line (7B+) | sick one in the aspens |
20 Sep 2014
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| sick one in the aspens |