I worked the hell out of this thing on toprope first but I climbed a short toprope problem at our local rock pile called Rocket Man in my blown out orange running shoes as a protest against any sticky rubber manufacturers that might use enviromentally unfriendly manufacturing processes. I also climbed it without chalk as a protest againt chalk polution and tick marks, and without a bra as a protest against the oppression of women in climbing, and everywhere else.
I am now accepting ideas for future protests. I would also like to hear about other successful climbing protests.
Protest Climbing
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i recently added 8 bolts to mr. get it on jones and sent the route in protest against trad climbing and all the mean, unfriendly people associated with this lowly type of climbing. i also did the with the power of fresh dolphin meat and bear gall bladders in protest to the greenie hippy types who don't like to abuse animals. also related to this, i ripped the eyeballs out of a endangered, ruby breasted warbler after my successful pinkpoint and proceeded to crucify the beautiful bird for a sacrifice.
Yo HO!! Just got me a code red and some funyons big dawg!!! SHIT YEAH! - Ray, excited about his breakfast
I climbed Africa wearing the skin of a dead elephant on my hands and a shrunken head around my neck to protest the opressed tribesman in New Guinea.
I also climbed a route at the Darkside and proceeded to rest in the hueco and screaming out that I was resting in the hueco therefore the rating has changed and the jack in the box man with a chicken bone in his nose cannot hump my head like an old friend of mine used to do to a rabbit.
Then I climbed The Quest while carrying a ghetto blaster with a "Fresh" sticker over the grill of the speaker and at the same time chanted Nitzer Ebb communist propaganda and screamed Sieg Heil and made thumping sounds with each jam I stuck.
I also climbed a route at the Darkside and proceeded to rest in the hueco and screaming out that I was resting in the hueco therefore the rating has changed and the jack in the box man with a chicken bone in his nose cannot hump my head like an old friend of mine used to do to a rabbit.
Then I climbed The Quest while carrying a ghetto blaster with a "Fresh" sticker over the grill of the speaker and at the same time chanted Nitzer Ebb communist propaganda and screamed Sieg Heil and made thumping sounds with each jam I stuck.