I'm writing an article... Maggot input?

I'm writing an article (I work at my local paper; I'm not a reporter - I work in advertising, but the editor lets me write outdoorsy stuff from time to time).

Anyway, I'm writing a general tips-and-how-to article for winter backcountry traveling. I have to keep it generalized; focused towards not only skiers and snowboarders, but also snowmobiliers, snowshoers, xc skiers, etc. I just went down to my local shop and hung out with the owner and got a good outline, so I am just looking for tidbits and soundbytes I can put in it. Any of you associated with your local ski patrol, search and rescue, alpine clubs, etc., please feel free to squak a quote to me. You can post 'em here, or PM me if you want to give me your real name, association, location, etc.

Cheers!

BTW, I am writing it this weekend, so I'll be checking back throughout.

Thanks! :cool:

Bring plenty of WEEEEEED!

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Originally Posted by Below Zero

Bring plenty of WEEEEEED!

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And wear a coat.

Mittens keep your hands toasty. :)

Edit: Also, if things get really bad, drinking your own pee is a last resort.

Pants help too.

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Originally Posted by Buzzworthy

Pants help too.

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But are completely optional.

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Originally Posted by Schmear

But are completely optional.

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Dude I saw your picture: Wear pants.

Please.

edit: I'm speaking for all the people of the world. If I was just speaking for myself I would have said: Pants are not optional for dudes.

Oh, and for the article, just pick a McConkey quote at random. The ol' "Just ski down there really fast, if something gets in your way, turn." always works.

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Originally Posted by iceman

Dude I saw your picture: Wear pants.

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Well yeah, but my laptop was strategically placed....





Kinda like right now.....







Obligatory ;)

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Originally Posted by Schmear

[should I winky? Is it necessary?]

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Never winky. In fact, never emoticon at all, it's lame. Or at least it has always been lame in the past. But if we get Owens to installl the FM emoticon, I may have to reconsider. And if he doesn't install it- well, silent angry whelk bukkake
death from above, as you might expect.

Shinjuku, brother.

Think about it.

Crap.
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Originally Posted by iceman

Never winky. In fact, never emoticon at all, it's lame. Or at least it has always been lame in the past. But if we get Owens to installl the FM emoticon, I may have to reconsider. And if he doesn't install it- well, silent angry whelk bukkake
death from above, as you might expect.

Shinjuku, brother.

Think about it.

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You gotta admire this guy's style. "Steeze", if you will. FM's to you, my friend - FM's to you.



Back on track - bring a Swiss Army knife. Just in case you have to hack your own arm off.

No hat, no brain.

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Originally Posted by Below Zero

Bring plenty of WEEEEEED!

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That was what all the dudes at my local shop said too. :D

Drop the extra ten bucks for the non-generic leatherman. Makes cutting arms off much easier.

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Originally Posted by iceman

Dude I saw your picture: Wear pants.

Please.

edit: I'm speaking for all the people of the world. If I was just speaking for myself I would have said: Pants are not optional for dudes.

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No joke, last weekend my friend got arrested and thrown in the drunk tank for stumbling about campus with no pants on. He has no idea what happened or where his pants went. They took him in and he blew a .25 i believe. good for him.

I'm no lawyer but I believe having a .25 BAC is an absolute defense against being pantless in public. Have him check the case law.

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Originally Posted by Droopy

No joke, last weekend my friend got arrested and thrown in the drunk tank for stumbling about campus with no pants on. He has no idea what happened or where his pants went. They took him in and he blew a .25 i believe. good for him.

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A few years ago my friends rented a house right on Circuit ave. on the Vineyard...(I know...I'm a Vineyard slut). I would get so incredibly drunk every night, that the next morning I'd have no idea where my pants and wallet were. My trademark line, as we are all preparing to go to the beach the next morning and I needed to find my wallet, was "Okay...hold on. Does anyone have any idea where the fuck my pants are?" Well, one morning, woke up, walked out onto the porch and saw that my pants, from the previous night, had made it onto the neighbor's roof. It was now obvious that my pants were being purposefully hidden from me on a nightly basis and I wasn't as big a struggler as I thought. Or....maybe I'm a bigger struggler than I thought...anyways.... The real problem, however, was that the neighbor's house, who's roof was now holding my pants hostage, they were two brothers who were cops. So I had to wait until one of them went to work and then have one of my girl friends go over and talk to the other one to keep him diverted. So she goes over in a bikini, which was cool, to distract the remaining cop. I had to go one street over, go to the second floor apartment porch of that place, jump over to the cop's porch, which I almost didn't make because I was really hungover and pretty uncoordinated to boot. So I made the jump, climbed up onto his roof, snuck over, got my pants and wallet and climbed down the outside of the porch structure to the first floor, then just walk past my friend and the cop in the alley. The cop yells at me:
"where the hell did you just come from??"
"uh......I uh....crashed on the people downstairs' couch."
"they are all away for the weekend."
"um.............yeah........"

At this point my girl friend is laughing her ass off and ruins the charade by admiting that she's been dating this cop all summer and it was the COP'S idea to put my pants on their roof so they could all bust my balls. I nearly shat myself thinking I was going to get arrested for B&E or.....couch-on-sleepance-sans-permit or...whatever. Ended up being a great story to impress girls at the bar. Totally didn't hook up at the bars at all...probably cuz of being so cocked all the time and losing my pants and all that.... but it was fun. So that was my lost pants story.

sorry for the thread hijack.

werd. i lived on middle rd.

partying on the vineyard tends to leave you pants-less.

and money-less.