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I just gotta say that it's incredibly hard watching an old and dear friend and member of the family go into decline. 12 years ago, around 6 months after my son Lewis was born, my wife and I adopted a dog into our family from a local animal shelter. We named him Riley, because he "lived the life" and he has been our near-constant companion through thick and thin for all these years. He's hiked all over the place with us - around the cliffs, down to the Lake and even up into the Ravines. He's even had his own backpack to carry his personal water and food. We've taken him camping with us and he's slept right in the tent with us. He's a real member of our family.
I've had a few dogs over the years, but Riley has been the best of the bunch. Lots of folks have dogs that the bring climbing, but IMNSHO Riley is darn close to the ultimate craig dog. He is never happier than hanging around the base of Thin Air or Lost Souls while my partner and I were climbing. He would never bark or snap at people, preferring to wander up to whoever was around and mooch a scratch behind the ears or chase a squirrel or chipmunk around the woods. Until a year or so ago I would take him out to Frankenstein on warmish days when I take the Ire Report pictures and go ice bouldering. He'd lay on my down parka next to my pack, occasionally poking his head up to spot me climbing and give me the eye to let me know he was still there. Shoot, one time I took him up to Willoughby with a couple of friends when we went ice climbing and he just snuggled in my parka and napped while we climbed for several hours. Until last fall he could still hike around Cathedral with my son and I, but the last time we brought him along it was just too tough for him. The steep steps up the Bryce Path hurt his knees and I thought I was going to have to carry him back down. Now relegated to standing watch over the living room and back deck, he's been pretty unhappy It makes all of us sad to see him like this and and we're really not sure how long he's gong to be around.
Large dogs don't live as long as small ones, tho he's done pretty darn well for a 70 pound Rottie-Lab mix.I can't imagine the household without him and I hope he can hang in there at least through the summer. I know when the time comes I'm really going to miss my dear friend and adventure companion.
A New Style Of Headlamp:
Recently I got a sample of the new Petzl NAO headlamp. I've been using it a lot and I'm in the process of writing a full review of it, but I thought I'd give you a little preview. Tho I know they have been around, I've never used a headlamp with a rechargeable cell like this one. Having the ability to charge it through my computer to fine-tune the brightness and burn time is way cool. But the neatest thing is how its "reactive sensors" can automatically analyze the amount of reflected light and adjust the NAO's headlamp output accordingly. I gotta say that this is way cool! Not to mention that it last's a long time. Headlamps haven't changed all that much since LED ones came out, but this is on another level. Definitely check it out if you get the chance. It's not cheap, but the really cool stuff rarely is at first.
Ice Conditions Report:
Selected Ice Conditions effective February 11, 2016
For the most part the ice is IN almost everywhere. Some places are still thin and the top-outs are not always great, but if you can climb, there is stuff for you to do. Some of the climbs in the Frankenstein Amphitheater are problematic as of today, but with the cold that is expected for the weekend, that may change pretty quickly.
Instant Bug Report - BugCON 4:
I keep hoping that the blacklies will run their course and start to die off, but folks it just isn't quite happening yet. I figure we have a couple of more weeks before I will feel like slacking off on the DEET. And frankly, I'm not at all sure if the ticks are going to back off. It seems like I pick a couple off me almost every time I go out.
Audubon biologist Chris Martin was in the MW Valley earlier this week and reported:
-- 3 falcon chicks at Painted Walls
-- 3 ready to fledge at Woodchuck
-- 1 downy head poking out of the deep fissure at Whitehorse
-- evidence of a hatch at Frankenstein
As of today, seasonal closures at Eaglet Spire, Rumney Summit Cliff, and Square Ledge have been removed.
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The thrashing movements gave me the shuddering thought that if the stitching came apart, I would burst through the bottom and plunge two thousand feet. My life was hanging on the threads of an Oldham seamstress.