Squeak

"Greg's on the Phone, Honeyyy..." "Oh! Uh... do we have any money for beer??"

Greg is one of my latest partners. He used to be the Commandant of Crux Climbing Gear, but now he's just a regular consumer-type yokel like the rest of us, abusing his Very Large Array of equipment...

(Here it is, the second trip I'm about to miss out on. Last time I was supposed to go Indian Creek with my local hometown bunch, I "waffled" out so I could go to Lankin Dome, then wound up not going anywhere because of my chronic finger cellulitis...)

Greg, or "Squeak" as he is known, makes these fantastic journeys, in a style and comfort that makes the old days pale by comparison. Remember going on those extended trips with nothing but Coco Puffs for breakfast and peanut butter for all the other meals? Remember eating ramens not only on the road, but at home as well? Bread & Water? A candy bar and a mittenful of snow? Yeesh, not Greg and the boys. You can forget that crap. If there is the slightest possibility, the most minute chance that you might actually get killed climbing, that you may die doing something you love, you don't want your last meal being a g*ddamned dry bagel and herbal tea!! Nossir...

How many steaks do we have in the cooler? Let's eat the T-bones tonight, fire up that hibachi, junior. Are we out of Chocolate Stout? Dammit, 'Ey, you were gonna pick up some more Negra Modelo, what gives?... Okay, okay, okay already, I'll just swill some of this (gulp) w-w-water, hope it's potable, Jeez...

Actually, he's been getting around more than most of us do, (especially me!!) to places like Yosemite, Joshua Tree, Red Rocks...

In fact, his last two trips that I have known about were to Indian Creek with Guido Jim. Always, in the face of incredible adversity, when you think he should be duckin' & coverin', he's out there suffering the tortures of the damned, willingly, doing his duty and all that stuff, fer Gawd & Country, supporting your right to bear arms and play whatever kinda way-too-loud car stereo you want, yuh little punks, that's Sergeant Squeak.

Hope you got those charcoals ready. We ain't got all day, ya know. C'mon!

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