Everyone has nights out that leave you broken, tired and more or less hungover the next day. I believe the term is overconsumption, and my dad calls it “overachieving.” I, however do not prefer such negative terms. I prefer words like “awesome” and “dude, this is awesome.” Then again in the morning it seems like I forget how much “fun” the night before was. In any instance, when you wake up you’re throats scratchy from screaming at each other in the bar and smoking too many cigarettes, and you’re head …

We have been infrequent in our posting as of late and we are sorry. I would say it’s not like us, but it actually is very typical. All the same. Bronco finishes taking his BAR exam today after leaving P&C for nearly a month of studying. We are drinking heavily tonight in his honor, but not just his. I want to salute the warm weather we have been blessed with recently. It’s going to make things like the picture to the right more prevelent around your local crags. I also …

According to Eric Horst, HIT training with get you stronger than a Mutherfucking teenage mutant gym rat juicing roids. According to me, HIT training is about as boring as watching all five hours of Gone With The Wind with your best friend’s fat cousin. However, wanting to get some of that teenage mutant power for myself without destroying the rest of my dwindling brain cells from boredom, I developed a revolutionary new twist on the HIT workout.

So we are sorry it has taken us SIX DAYS to fully recover from the New Years shenanigans we got into, but we finally did and we are ready to bring P&C to whole new level in the magical sickosphere. I very much hope you all have enjoyed the end of the year awards. We have a couple more to give out so be on the lookout for the Golden Quickdraw award and also for our Woman of the Year. Both will certainly deserve your attention.
We want to thank all …

If you’ve been climbing long enough to be off the TR then chances are you’ve had a gnarly flapper at some time or another. They suck. They hurt and they are an annoying little injury to your body’s smallest appendages (I HOPE your fingers are your smallest appendage). Flappers make you feel like you should be climbing but you can’t. You can do nearly anything else that’s related to a climbing day like carry a pack, hike to a cliff, belay your friends, smoke cigarettes, drink beer and stare at …

Sometimes when you’re camp cragging, shit food just won’t cut it. You’re tired of Ramen, hotdogs, and whatever combo you can come up with that includes the tortillas, lunch meat  and the peanut butter in your food bin. Time to grow up. Before you go climbing, get your ass to the grocery store and buy some real ingredients for a fiesta you won’t soon forget. This recipe is too easy not to try and makes enough to feed at least 4-5 hungry climbers.

Today I’m raising a beer to Oklahoma (much like I do most days I suppose) because on this day in 1889 around 50,000 people lined up, waited for the gunshot and rode into Oklahoma and began claiming their new land in the land run.
So have a drink in honor of our state today, and read this NYT article from 1889 about the land run. Learn some history. Notable quote from the article:
“The other day Chief Deputy Ensley discovered a barrel of beer on the platform of the station at Norman, …

I just had a short gchat convo:
me: werd!Andy: yo dude, i’m drunk as fuck.
There is not much I can say about that, other than awesome.
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