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Climbing THE BEAST
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Okay! It's been a while. I typed this up a loooong time ago meaning to share it with you guys. A lot (one or two 
If you're the kind of person that comments on photos in their contacts photostreams and hopes they get a comment back on their latest flower macro shot, then I suggest you move on. But if you're the kind of person who likes to hear stories full of action, adventure, near-death experiences, hot babes, and the like, then stay where you are and hear the story I have to tell! I believe it will be well worth your time 
Me and two of my friends from the school cross country team, Taylor and Anthony, decided to organize our very own camping trip before the summer ended and the daily grind of school began. We came to the conclusion that Rimrock Lake in central Washington would be the perfect location for all the amazing adventures we were sure to have. We bought all our food, borrowed equipment from the parents, and headed out Friday morning in my '98 Chevy with 40 dollars in each of our wallets to pay for gas and emergencies.
The first day we did the typical, set up camp, swam in the near freezing glacial stream, explored the forest, chopped down a couple of trees for LOLs, and some other things that I wouldn't want my mother to know about 
The sunset that night actually turned out to be really good, and since I had brought the tripod and my mom's DSLR along, we were shooting up nature like there was no tomorrow. You can check out some of those photos below if you'd like… That night we stayed up in our tent till early morning talking about girls (OF COURSE, we're three teenage guys for crying out loud!), and after we were certain that the noises we heard outside our tent weren't the squirrel attack that we all feared, we slept until our stomachs woke us the next morning.
Saturday started out with Cocoa Puffs, Gatorade, and a two-mile hike upstream to brush our teeth. By then it was actually 1 in the afternoon because we had slept in for so long, so we headed back to camp to chow down on some more food and relax a little. We soon realized that we NEEDED some Lil Wayne (Well, they did. I could care less
Okay, now comes the interesting part.
As we were driving back from the store, we saw the huge rock face on the eastern side of the lake that we had driven by so many times before.
Taylor – "Dude, we should climb that and take photos of the sunset from the top, that would be sick."
Anthony – "Are you kidding me?! That thing's like sheer rock CLIFF. There's no way we could climb that beast!"
Me – "Hold on, see that line of trees to the top? That means it's not as steep as the rest of the mountain, maybe we could climb up along there. As long as we don't go too far left where it starts to turn into cliff again…"
We knew that it would be a long climb to the top, because what we discovered when we started our climb is that it was roughly a 100% grade most of the way up. So even though it was only 4:30, we gathered our gear together (I was in charge of the towel, a flashlight, the camera, and the peanut butter), and stuffed it all into our spike bags. We parked our car off to the side of the tree line, slightly on the cliff side, so we could head up at an angle and know for sure that we'll hit where we wanted to be on the mountain. And off we went on our journey, each of us sporting a t-shirt and sneakers; Anthony and Taylor had some basketball shorts on; I had on my swimsuit.
The first part started off in a huge ascent, way steeper than any trail I had ever hiked. This quickly plateaud, though, and we were back hiking on the flat. After 5 minutes of trailblazing, the plateau dropped down before it started the actual climb up the mountain. At the bottom of the drop was a road, which, needless to say, was a huge smack in the face for us. But it also confused us at the same time because we hadn't seen the entrance from the main road. Without much of an alternative option, we headed down the road a bit towards the trees, thankful for the path, but still a little perplexed.
We came to a part of the hill that was slightly clearer than the rest, and decided to cut back into the mountain. The climb was even steeper than the beginning slope, and progress was slow. It was a half climb/crawl to the tree line, which made its beginnings near a rockslide. We decided to stick close to the edge of the rockslide and use the trees as support on our climb. Apparently some deer had had the same thought process as us, because we would often find trails that started a promising climb toward the top, before slowly dwindling away back into nothing. At last, after 30 minutes on the loose rocks, we reached the top of the rockslide. (A picture looking down from the rock slide in the comments below). We were about a quarter of the way there.
The next section of terrain was a mixture of loose rocks, saplings, and giant boulders, as we quickly yet carefully clambered our way step by step up the unforgiving slope. Another half hour passed, and we were starting to realize that maybe it wasn't the climb that was going to give us the most difficulty, but the descent…
Putting that thought aside for now since we had already climbed so far, another 15 minutes found us at the top of the steep rise that most of the mountain consisted of, but we were far from done. The next section of mountain was made up of hundreds of dead and decomposing trees, an obstacle course of vegetation that had us hopping from log to log. Thousands of "white puffy things" as we liked to call them, surrounded us as we headed upwards. The ascent was now walkable, but the precarious nature of each footfall and handhold on the branches above kept us on our toes, sometimes literally. The climb seemed to never end, and we had thoughts of abandoning our sunset photoshoot for a safe climb back home. We even considered staying the night at the top, since we had brought warm clothes and a blanket and it was doubtful any animals lived at the top of this rock wall in the middle of the forest.
That's when it happened, finally, at the edge of our patience, the sky opened up and we were at the top. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! we cried, joyful that we had accomplished our goal, and that we were still alive. We started walking towards the other side of the mountain because we knew that was where the rock cliff (and the awesome view) was. Then we saw it, to the left, jutting out from the mountain towards the heavens, was a knoll that stood above everything else in the forest. The sight was comparable to seeing the edge of Pride Rock, and knowing that on the other side was an amazing view of the Pride Lands. In reckless abandon, we sprinted over to this unbelievable sight and climbed the final 20 meters to the top.
The view was incredible. Giant rock formations that had towered over us down at camp now looked like small cutouts from the mountain ranges that surrounded us. Rimrock Lake, which had taken us 30 minutes just to drive around, was easily all within view; and Clear Lake five miles away could be seen as well. We could hardly believe our eyes; we had never before seen anything more amazing then what lay before us at that moment. The American flag colored kite we found hidden among the rocks only made the location even more mystical.
Despite the incredible view, it was freezing at the top with the wind, and the temperature had started to drop for nightfall. I was impervious to the cold, I was in THE ZONE. I had the tripod out and I was using every exposure trick I knew in order to get sharp, properly exposed photos. Anthony and Taylor weren't as tolerant as I was. We had saved our location on Taylor's Garmin Forerunner 405 watch as we left the truck, but now that we had turned the watch back on to get us back home the right way, the arrow was telling us to make a beeline straight for the cliff, and instant death.
I could hear them in the background moaning about how our lives were over and how we're never going to get off this mountain alive (although I knew they were just kidding). At last, the message that no photographer wants to see popped up on my screen: Memory Card Full. I had gotten what I had came here for, though, and we started heading back down the mountain, certain that no sane person would wait around for sunset and then attempt to climb back down in the dark.
There was a trail leading off to our right, so we followed it back down into the dense vegetation. The side of the hill shielded us from the wind, and we quickly warmed back up zigzagging through the trees down the mountain. Eventually the enclosure of the forest opened up to a meadow and gave us a sense of where we were. To our right and ahead of us, was sheer cliff. We had gone too far right, and were now on the part of the mountain where the only way down was a 300 foot vertical drop.
We cut back into the forest at a 45 degree angle, hoping to reach a part of the descent that was more manageable. After a while, the slow climb of the forest ended and we were back on our butts crawling down the mountain.
At first, there were lots of trees to use as handholds and progress was steady. But after a while, the foliage started to dwindle away, and we were left with a steep hillside of loose rocks. We did what we could, and crawled down the steep decline with the utmost of caution. Sometimes, our vigilance would fail us, and we would send a large rock rolling down towards the person below us. Cries of "Rock!" and "Heads!" could be heard every couple of minutes. Sometimes the rock would roll away, or stop. Other times the person below wasn't so lucky…
We weren't entirely certain where we were, or what we were heading for, but we knew that each step brought us closer to the flat ground below. After an hour of descending, we heard a cry from Anthony, who was in the lead.
"What is it?" we asked
"Oh, you don't want to know…" came the reply.
Shifting his weight to one side, Anthony picked up a stone and hurled it down below us.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5…" we counted.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, we heard the distant sound of rock hitting rock. This instantly told us that when we thought we were climbing down to safety, we were actually climbing straight into the mouth of the cliff. My thoughts raced. I knew that the right side of the mountain was entirely cliff, as was the backside. Our only hope to make it back down the mountain in one piece was to either backtrack to the forest on top, or shimmy left along the beginnings of the cliff towards climbable terrain. Unfortunately, time was against us, sunset had started; and although we couldn't see where the sun was in the sky, the clouds had started to burst into color. I made an executive decision and sent us left, thinking that we had to traverse the ravine that I had seen from above and, earlier that day, below. That would put us in a more favorable position then the life-threatening one we were in now.
Shimmying along the steep slope was slow and tedious work. Fatigue had been getting to us for a while, and we grew more and more weary as the day wore on. Lucky for us, we were 3 teens who had been running once to twice a day everyday for the past 12 weeks, and not a bunch of fat nerds who wanted to climb a mountain to lose weight.
Nerves were high, and every exclamation, good or bad, had a strong effect on our emotions. We worked together to figure out climbing patterns and hand holds. At last, we had crossed over the ravine and were looking over to the other side.
What we saw was not pleasant, though. Instead of the familiar tree line and rockslide that we had expected, we saw another ravine; and this one even closer to the vertical drop of the cliff. Climbing up was not an option, the crossover to whatever lay on the other side only grew steeper the farther up the eye followed it. With no other choice, we climbed whichever way we could in order to get left.
Our side-stepping process brought us dangerously close to the edge, but sheer determination and adrenaline kept us going. Eventually, we reached the point where we had to pick a route to crossover to the other side of the ravine (and hopefully safety). After clinging to the side of the cliff for life that was now very dear to us, we had reached a point that we had all worked so hard to get to. Only one undermining obstacle lay in front of us now, we could not spot a safe place to crossover, we were stuck.
Anthony, had been our main trailblazer for most of the trip, and he saw no way that we would be able to clamber across without freestyle rock climbing, and putting our lives on the line with each step. I couldn't believe it. There HAD to be a way. Let me give it a shot, I told Anthony. He solemnly stepped aside in order to let me pass. I climbed over towards a promising looking rock and groped around on the other side. Below me, and one step to the right, was a fall that would have certainly ended my life without a second thought. Wind whipped us around, and the forest at the base of the mountain could be seen 200 feet below. The trees looked smaller from up above then they did on flat ground, it looked so far down that I wasn't sure if we would even be able to make it off the steep part of the mountain before dark.
The rock was mostly smooth and you couldn't see its other side. I reached over, but couldn't find any obvious handholds on its upper half. I reached below mid-waist, but its contours didn't change. That's when my hand slipped into a single handhold close to the side I was on. If you have ever went rock climbing at the gym and grabbed on to one of those rocks that were so obviously made just for your fingers to grip, then you know what this handhold felt like. It was seemingly a helping hand from God himself, it was so perfect.
Staying as close as possible to the rock, and making sure I had a secure grip on the handhold, I "swung" myself across the gap, and over to the other side of the precarious cliff. After finding a secure place to camp for a couple of minutes, I instructed Anthony and Taylor how to best approach the rock and swing themselves over to the other side too. Anthony had been put in charge of the largest bag, and needed me to reach over the gap and grab hold of it so its momentum didn't swing him off the cliff. When Anthony had safely crossed over, Taylor took his turn. After a few minutes of effort to find a comfortable position to swing over, he made it across as well.
The other side was closer to what we wanted to see. Although there were still a few technical drops that we had to maneuver down, we could see that the rocks flattened out all the way to the bottom. If I remember correctly, we had to grab a strong sapling and drop down to a small foot ledge. After that, we grabbed onto a rock hold and chiseled our feet into the side of the cliff, next to a very sturdy sapling, and made a mini "faith-drop" to another ledge below us. Finally, after swinging around another strong, young tree to the rocks below, we were on relatively safe ground.
Just in time too, as daylight had nearly faded and the blue hour was taking over. Five minutes of climbing on our butts got us to a part that was actually hikeable. We broke out the flashlights and the emotions all flooded out. Never before could I ever remember feeling so relieved, and such a strong feeling of companionship with my fellow teammates. I was so thankful for every little thing they had done, and what we had just been through was heavy on my mind. It was a strange feeling, full of pride, relief, confidence, and immeasurable trust.
When we reached the truck, we saw that the campers in the RVs we had parked near were all gathered around a campfire, despite the burn ban. We decided to go into their camp and ask for some water. Secretly, we actually had plenty of water left, and just wanted to brag of our adventures and maybe show off some pictures. Although we accidentally surprised the party of campers at first, they were more than happy to hear our story and give us each a large Albertsons water bottle for the road. We discovered that the campers were actually local, and lived in the Tri-Cities as well.
The drive back to camp was nearly surreal. We had been through so much ever since that afternoon. Each of us felt as if we were whole new people, changed by our experiences and the challenges we had been through. After gulping down some food, we quickly found our way back to the tent, and despite the hard ground, I was out cold within minutes of my head hitting the pillow. Taylor, I'm sure, stayed awake for a while, thinking of everything we had been through, before dozing off. Anthony couldn't fall asleep for 2 more hours, the events of the day running through his mind over and over until exhaustion overtook him and he too fell asleep.
The next day we packed up our belongings and headed back home; unsure of what the "real world" would bring us after what we had done. But one thing we knew for sure, whatever it was, we could handle it. Together.
80 MPH train from the time of the opening of bury st edmunds station 1840s Iron Duke Tornado HST-1
Image by Computer Poster photographs
The best one out of the collection isn’t it if you ask me incredible it is a incredible machine of cult followings long and gone its sheer size and power compared to anything saw in Bury St Edmunds only small stage coaches and barges was used until then this must have fascinated people in ot day at its hi tech advancement while other people must have been petrIfied by the monster this massive machine capable of OF SPEED OVER 120 KPH THE SHEER SIZE OF THIS MACHINERY IN ITS DAY MUST HAVE OVER POWERED PEOPLE INTO BECOMING BELIEVERS OF THIS MACHINE AS THEN WENT AND RUN HID AT HOME AND PRAYED TO THE MONSTER HOPING THIS WOULD GAIN IT’S RESPECT SO THIS MASSIVE BLACK IRON BEING WOULD LET THEM WALK WITHIN IN A MILE RADIUS OF THE STATION WITH OUT THEM BEING INTIMIDATED AND FRIGHTEND BY IT’S MASSIVE FRAME AND NOISE OF THE ADVANCING AGE OF THE INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION THERE WAS A OLD POEM IN ST EDMUNDS IN THE OLDEN DAYS CALLED PRAY LITTLE CHILDREN THE BIG BLACK TRAIN IS GOING TO GET YOU SYMPTONS OF BOWING TO THE MASTER SYNDROME WITH PEOPLE HOLDING THERE EYES WITH THERE HANDS RATHER THAN TO LOOK THE GREAT MASTER IT’S SELF THE TRAIN IN THE FACE THEY USE TO SQUINT THERE EYES THROUGH THE GAPS IN THERE FINGERS COVERING THERE IN-ORE OF THE MIGHTY MASSIVE MONSTER MASTER EXPRESSIONS ON THERE FRIGHTENED WHITE TO THE BONE FACES PEEPING THROUGH THERE FINGERS OPENING THE GAP BY ONLY 1-MM TO NARROW DOWN THE SIZE AND LOOK OF THE MACHINE TO SCARED TO LOOK AT IT AND BLAMING THE CHILDREN FOR BEING SCARED WHEN THEY WAS INFACT THEY HAD WISHED FOR IN THERE HIGH TECH DREAMS OF THE CREATION OF THE INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION YO BECOME ACCUSTOMED TO IT’S MIGHT THEY ONLY HAD THERE SELVES TO BLAME THEY INDEED WAS THE ONES WHO CREATED AND BEGGED FOR A HIGH TECH SOCIETY NEVER SEEN BEFORE THAT ALL OF HISTORY WOULD SAY THAT THERE AGE THE 1840′S WOULD STAND OUT AS THE MOST CREATIVE AND SIREAL EVER AND NEVER RIVALED BY ANY IN A MILLION YEARS HOW THEY DANCED AND A SANG ABOUT THE ALMIGHTY HI TECH WORL! D THEY NOW HAD , THEY WOULD NOW MAKE THE IMMORTAL CIVILIZATION WHERE ROBOTS AND HUMANS WOULD LIVE IN HARMONY WITH THEM MAKING THINGS IN FACTORY’S TOGETHER HOW THEY NOW RULED THE ROAD THEY RULED IMAGING DEVICE WITH THERE NEW COLOUR PHOTO DEVELOPMENT IN THE 1840′s BUT WHEN IT CAME DOWN TO IT SOME FELT LIKE TINY LITTLE INCH HIGH PEOPLE BEGGING IN THERE OWN MINDS FOR MERCY ! HOW COULD THEY HAVE BEEN SO STUPID AS TO DREAM SUCH A MIGHTY MACHINE UP COMPARED TO THE MONSTERS THEY NOW THINK THEY HAVE CREATED even today in the 21st Century the stories of boys and girls that was haunted by the steam train with nightmares of the monster are still told some children of the time was to scared to go within one mile of Bury St Edmunds station the train is going to get you" was a popular punishment in Bury St Edmunds in the olden days to scare the kids ,lots of people for quite some years in the town was to scared to use the train even when they had grew up .OK OK IT WAS ME I WAS SCARED OF SHIPS WHEN I WAS A BOY AS MY DAD TOOK ME IN HIS CAR TO VISIT MY UNCLE IN LONDON’S EAST END DOCKLANDS AND I WAS NOT TO KNOW THERE WAS SHIPS THERE AND IT WAS A VERY STRANGE SIGHT TO SEE A MASSIVE SHIP AT THE END OF HIS STREET I REMEMBER SQUINTING MY EYES AND COULD NOT WAIT UNTIL WE WAS OUT OF THE AREA IT WAS A BIT OF A SHOCK TO THE SYSTEM TO SEE A MASSIVE SHIP AT THE END OF A STREET IT WAS HUGE AND INTIMIDATING when the trains first arrived there must have been people like me that was frightened of them i am not afraid anymore of ships.
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