oakland food bank

My company paid me to spend the afternoon sorting food at the Oakland food bank. My company is a rock star (since companies apparently are people).

Forty volunteers sorted 19 tons of food.

And to the person who donated a popped bag of popcorn that expired in 2003, you are an asshole. As is the person who donated spices that expired in 1991.

The most important thing I learned today is donate money, not food. And don't empty your expired food at a food bank. We throw it away.

It was pretty fun working at the food bank. I hope we get to go back there. I'm really good at sorting food. And I saw a bunch of food that must be at the grocery that I've never seen before because I don't actually go down aisles to shop for food. I'm not a big fan of the grocery store because I'm afraid something might fall on my zombie knee. I just buy the food that's on the borders of the store.

One bin was full of food that went totally bad and it smelled like a dead body. Gross.

We moved all the food from the empty bins on the right to the bins on the left.

Barrels to collect more food. Oakland food bank feeds 40,000 people a week. Yes, a week.

manpulls

Christine at Colorado Kitchen Designs is SO AWESOME. I went in on Friday to pick out my cabinet pulls and counter tops and she found these cabinet pulls. I'm doing three of them. My friend Pascal, who will be coming to visit on Friday, helped me name them.

Herbert Posselthwaite. He's a working class dude who eats fish and chips when not climbing. He's secretly saving money to buy CDs with singing lessons from Amazon. He has a dog named Barth.

Montague Forbes-Herringbone. Soloed the Petit Gripon during a thunderstorm. For fun. Finds women insanely attracted to his long wingspan. As a child, he wanted to be a dancer in Riverdance.

J. Coedish Longsworth. Supports his climbing habit by writing Perl scripts and making porns. Hates Eclipse. Has two gay ducks for pets.

pics from bierstat

To give you an idea of what the easiest 14er is like...to quote my dad "even the easiest 14er isn't easy."

Attempting to demonstrate how to use the emergency beacon at 5:55 am.

After 2 3/4 miles and a lot of elevation gain Kevin discovers the last 1/4 mile is a rock scramble. A steep rock scramble.

At the summit. Me, Kevin, Peter, and Leon.

Smoking my fake cigarette and texting my dad from the summit.

In the talus field leaving the summit. Leon, me, and Kevin. The air behind us is filled with smoke from the fires.

1/3 of the way down Bierstat. We can barely see the parking lot.

Discussion in the last flat place on Bierstat before descending on the trail. Me, Peter, and Leon.

Kevin, as usual, between a rock and a hard place.

I can't wait to do Torey's/Gray's in a few weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!