Happiest climbing moments?

Is my newsreader dead or do people just not have a good time climbing. Climbing is, after all, supposed to be 'your worst nightmare.'

I'll name one of my best moments. It happened on one of my all-time favorite routes, Corrugation Corner at Lovers Leap. I was sitting on the large dike (actually, if they run horizontal, they're technically called sills) at the last belay of the climb with one of my best friends. He was belaying another of my best friends up the third pitch while yet another of my best friends waited at the lower belay. At the belay, my buddy Wolfe and I were watching this Golden Eagle. The eagle was gliding back and forth along the base of Main Wall several hundred feet below. It then caught a thermal, where without flapping its wings, it began to rise along the face of the

I hadn't responded, because each time I tried to list them, I became overwhelmed. There's just too many.

Climbing trivia question: What climber who lived in a teepee and used his early knowledge of roadkill to later get a fine arts degree combining jewelry with taxidermy had the following experience?

He was banding Golden eaglets in northern Minnesota. He had climbed 80 feet up a pine and turned the considerable overhang of the nest when a parent eagle came in for the attack. He was forced to let go and dropped the 80 feet to the ground branch-to-branch, ending up not too badly hurt. He is living (I hope) proof that you cannot smoke too much pot.

Andy Cairns

It's not exactly newsworthy to say that summit time is the best time.

Yeah, eagle watching always reminds me that, no shit, I really am up on the side of a cliff where the eagles soar.

That's easy. It's the same guy who used to climb at the Leap with a six pack for pro