Location:
North Vancouver, BC Canada
The covetted Bagger Quaiches will be awarded. Immortality will be achieved. Tales will be told.
Carnivorous, vegetarian, and vegan options will be served, along with the traditional themed cake. Please do not eat our pet guinea pigs. If you like, a side dish, a salad, or a dessert, or libations, would be welcome.
Kilts and bagpipes permitted and even welcomed.
We will stream our traditional slideshow of Bagger adventures. Please please please post your photos on flickr. Add to the CFA Flickr Pool (instructions here. It's easy with the new Flickr interface). Tag your photos: ClubFatAss ClubFatAssEvents ClubFatAssEvents2012 BaggerChallenge2012 BaggerChallenge (with a space separating each tag on the flickr template)
We hope to see you there.
David Crerar
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Photos now up!
Photos now up! Thanks for coming.
I added our's, too. A shame
I added our's, too. A shame that our camera died half way through the evening. Here is a slideshow of all Bagger Challenge 2012 photos submitted (including banquet photos). What a hoot. Thanks David for hosting and organizing!
Bagger Challenge 2012 (Team Dodgy version)
With our Dodgy friends
Up to high peaks and down to deep valleys
Many hours were spent
Wandering 'round having follies
I've heard it said that loamy is good
But trails that are dusty
Can be like slipp'ry wood
Tho' sunshine made Bagging so nice for so long
Tis time to beware
Snow and ice make it wrong
To plan and to scheme was the motto it seemed
Princess Carolyn topped out
And on CAP she sure beamed
The vet Neil we did follow as we watched him wear mittens
And then one day not
As he played "where's that Dickens"
And Demigod Dave he was such a hoot
His instincts were awesome
On North Needle ... and the newest CAT route
One Dodgy girl Liza was with us to play
But she had enough
We could not make her stay
And last but not least, Moore is happy to say
"The Gully is dead to us"
Hip, hip hooray!
So The Challenge is done for the 2012 year
Team Dodgy shall return
And we'll have no fear!
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Mama, Don't Let Your Babies Grow-up to be Baggers
Sung to the tune of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKv171MzvSc (I was going to record this, but consider yourself fortunate I did not.)
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Baggers.
Don't let 'em do trail runs or climb high mountain peaks.
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be Baggers.
'They'll never stay home and they're often alone.
Even if they promise they’re not.
Baggers ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a trail report than diamonds or gold.
100-mile belt buckles and old faded t-shirts,
And each night begins a new day.
and If you don't understand them, an' they don't die young,
They'll prob'ly just run away.
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Baggers.
Don't let 'em do trail runs or climb high mountain peaks.
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be Baggers.
'They'll never stay home and they're often alone.
Even if they promise they’re not.
Baggers like stinky old trail shoes and clear mountain mornings,
Pine needles in their hair and duct tape on their shins.
and them that don't know them won't understand them and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take them.
They ain't wrong, they's just different and the Quaich that motivates them,
Makes them do things someone normal wouldn’t do.
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Baggers.
Don't let 'em do trail runs or climb high mountain peaks.
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be Baggers.
'They'll never stay home and they're often alone.
Even if they promise they’re not.
Dedicated to
Julia and all the other mothers of Baggers
Bravo!
Bard of the bivouacs, poetaster of the peaks.