on the subject of "warshington," i have a theory i call the conservation of consonants. When R's disappear in Bahstin, and people pahk there cahs, the R's reappear in the midwest, when people warsh their clothes.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Regarding the "Burgundy Bible", I usedthat book for research more than any other, and there have been very few times that I've been unable to find a route. The style of that book takes some getting used to, and you just have to be willing to put in the extra work and time to find your routes. Sometimes it's wrong, but I *still* manage to find the routes.
Loc: Sittin' Pretty in Fat City
Beaver ponds are the bane of every north country cartographer and orienteering course setter. I can see where they would be a pain trying to approach seldom visited climbs. They can appear overnight and once left for a season will easily grow beyond belief. I know more than one orienteering mapper who kicks down fresh dams on newly mapped terrain.