Mean like a Butte girl.

M.L.B.G. Mean like a Butte Girl.


Chickenhead on MLBG.


Wild apples. I ate aprox 12.


Make War not Love.

rain soaked circuits, gems, and photogs.

Looking to overcome my soft-serve girl strength, I decided some training was in order. Lacking any indoor climbing facilities (that I know of) I decided that a climb-till-you-puke-circuit was a good idea. Rain in the forecast had me gambling that Whiskey would be dry. It wasn't, but I still managed to climb a little anyhow. ...Turns out, projecting old warm ups is not so fun, but not pulling hard also allowed me to "rediscover" some rad, often overlooked, moderates.

On the way back the Butte, I stopped to oogle a boulder I'd stumbled upon earlier. Due to some old school advertisement i've dubbed it eh Corporate Graffiti boulder. Looks like it should give up some excellent lines.


Intersection of Rader Creek and "Ranger Ridge."


The Corporate Graffiti boulder. ...gunna be a great one.


Another angle. big slopey rails.


Hold out from the railroad days.


Last light on the East ridge. There's rock in them there hills.


October snow in the Highlands.

Chalk on rock.

As per request, I got off my ass and jammed my feet back into my climbing shoes... forgot how much that part sucks. I only actually got pics of one line, but its a pretty stellar one.


The approach.


The Frank Little boulder.


Standing at the start of the line.


Crux-punt.


Purdy sunset.


Not so purdy stripmine.


On our walk out we stumbled upon these two. I'm pretty sure they were getting ready to bone down, but the beeping of my camera kept ruining their mood.

More soon.