Peak(s):  El Diente Peak  -  14,159 feet
Mt. Wilson  -  14,246 feet
Wilson Peak  -  14,017 feet
Gladstone Pk  -  13,913 feet
Date Posted:  12/03/2014
Date Climbed:   09/20/2014
Author:  V0MIT
 Wilson group BADA$$ report   

High there, my name is Vomit. Holy jumpin Jupiter jankowitz, it has been awhile since my last write up so I'm out of practice. But as you can see I'm still here - well this year so far has been marked w/ a lot of hikes & I figured I'd get a report submitted. This is actually from a climb back in September, aw hell I forget the precise date, but any rate Tyler (tdawg012) & I decided to meet up as he originally texted me one day about climbing Capitol, but I was headed to the San Juans & as we both exchanged messages we decided upon a trek of the Wilsons. He was coming from the Elks, & I, feeling 100% badass at the moment, was coming from the Sangres. Now granted, w/ all the reports of these peaks, this one won't be descriptive or unique, but if anything, enjoy it for a nice read & for a reminder of what conditions on the mountains used to be like before all this frozen concentrated dihydrogen monoxide abruptly plagued & climatically altered everything.

Now this report is a badass report, slightly different from my usual ones in that while the emphasis is on the climbs, it also documents my morale throughout the climb by means of how badass I feel throughout the day using percentiles. Pretty straightforward, an example would be, if I summit a peak, my badass level = 100%, meaning morale is good. If I fail to summit a peak, my badass level = 0%, meaning morale is bad.

So we had agreed to meet at the library in Montrose, & actually it was a little bit of dodging around as he told me he parked across the street at the City Market, I told him to meet me at the library, then about a minute later I thought to myself, crapola, gotta get some groceries for tomorrow otherwise I'm gonna be starving somewhere on the El Diente - Wilson traverse! He texted me two minutes later saying he drove to the library but couldn't find me as I told him to stroll back to City Market & from there I think it was Aisle 16, the candy aisle after shoplifting... I mean snagging... a bag of Tootsie Rolls that I bumped into him, our first meeting up since earlier in winter. So afterwards we grabbed some grub at Qdoba, pulled out the atlas looking at the Wilson group & plotted how to make this a two-day ordeal.

We speculated different ideas, seeing what all we could pull off in a day. Our original idea was the Wilson Peak trailhead over Rock of Ages, do the traverse of El Diente to Mt. Wilson, get Gladstone, then come back down to the trailhead & camp, then proceed w/ Wilson Peak and do some of the unnamed ranked 13ers west of the Rock of Ages saddle. All that depended on snow since the area had its first dusting, so who knew about ice conditions on the traverse. And of course now that we met up in person, Tyler just came from the Elks where he tackled Capitol, Snowmass, & Castle/Conundrum in three days, said out of that he had just a little bit of knee pain (emphasis on 'just a little') & would probably feel it on the climb even though at the current moment he too also felt 100% badass. But other than that, the both of us were up for it, having a gap of nice weather in-between.

So I led the way on car, early evening w/ the low sun leaving Montrose, we steered Ridgway & down to the Wilson Peak trailhead, making it there in the dark & preparing to car camp. I got out of the car, stretched a little bit, still feeling 100% badass, knowing that that 100% feeling was going to fluctuate b/w highs & lows tomorrow depending on where I was & how conditions were on the terrain & on my own morale, hopefully culminating this trip to a success leading to an even higher grandiose percentage feeling. And they typically do, unless I fail to summit, then that's depressing.

Before 5am, Tyler was up & had set off the alarm on his truck about five times until I let off my car alarm, then popping open the trunk I crawled out still feeling a refreshing 100% badass & we set off in the dark for the long, arduous, appendix-bursting kind of day. It wasn't a bad startup going up, sunrise glow on the Wilsons happened right about the time we climbed the first 2,700 feet to reach Rock of Ages Saddle, from there we saw El Diente, our first goal, which involved the 1,000 foot descent before the scramble up. Morale still good, though from the slightly sore legs & constant draining of calories, I could feel my badass level drop 2% when we reached the Rock of Ages Saddle. But not to fear, I was still fresh, alert, & feeling 98% badass, though the more I saw the intimidating traverse ahead of me, the more I could feel that percentage wanting to drop to about 97.5%.

Downwards we went, first to that cool little ore cart that sits by an abandoned cabin that has bedsprings inside, then a continuous approach down to a small tarn at the base of El Diente where we decided to veer upwards. And quite honestly, we never really did find the appropriate north face approach up El Diente, making up our own ascent that was precarious, had rocks higher up that had a thin coating of frost (absolute hell), & endless loose material until we got to the traverse ridgeline. Each 100 feet of elevation gained, that badass level in me dropped 0.5%. We just kept our focus, striving for the summit, & before long, we plocketed to the top, my badass level recovering back to 100% the moment I stood on the summit rock. What a good feeling, one peak down, oh joy three to go! (badass % drops in percentage due to that sudden realization) By the time we were up there significant clouds were forming overhead, forecast had constantly switched b/w mostly sunny to 20% chance of t-storms, but w/ nothing too threatening yet, & w/ a healthy badass recovery on the summit, we kept the itinerary set for Mt. Wilson.
Leaving Montrose, Tyler follows behind. I thought about dumping a gallon-load of thumbtacks out the window just to see how good his reaction time was.
Rock of Ages trailhead, 4:30 am. At this point I feel 100% badass.
Surveying the next seven miles of hodgepodge & 5,300 foot elevation gain. At this point I feel 98% badass.
Ore cart, hitching a ride to the stamp mill. At this point I feel 97% badass.
Super fun! Our 2,000 foot approach up. At this point I feel 87% badass.
Woohoo, 4,700 feet of climbing so far, we reach first summit, three more to go! At this point I feel 100% badass.

From El Diente, one could see the Abajo & La Salle Mountains in Utah pretty clearly, a view of Grand Mesa, even faintly could see the Four Corners region w/ the tip of Shiprock, New Mexico, Mesa Verde, & a lower plateau in Arizona's Navajo Nation. And of course, the approach to Mt. Wilson, which because we had made this such an impromptu trip, didn't have complete details on the approach but were solely going to rely on cairns & other signs of heavily used portions of the ridge to negotiate the way. Oh boy, just by looking at that traverse my 100% badass feeling was already psychologically dwindling, at least until I reached Mt. Wilson, then that self-accomplished feeling would make a quick recovery.

Honestly, the traverse was not bad, compared to the other three (well, everyone has basically said that before me as it is), it's easy for a good half portion of it & whatever is difficult is really the last two ridges before you reach Mt. Wilson. At a pitstop midway, we saw one other party of three on Mt. Wilson's gnarly ridge, they had come from the Navajo Lake approach assumedly & it took them awhile to descend off of it, giving us the idea of what we were in for. But the traverse itself was straightforward, a few times we had to guess our route until we saw the next cairn, & there was one trick part on the north side, tricky only because of fresh snow & ice that one slip would send you going nonstop downwards. But after pulling ourselves to the summit ridge of Wilson, we faced that last difficult part, pulling ourselves over the balanced summit rocks w/ drops on both sides before finding our grip & making it to the narrow summit. On the traverse alone, Tyler had leg pain come back, & then also said that he think he may have pulled a muscle, in other words, his badass level dropped a few points. But he sure didn't appear like he was in pain, hopping in his quick manner as he always does while the rest of us linger behind in humility, if you've ever hiked w/ him.
Faintly in center one can see Shiprock, New Mexico. At this point I feel 100% badass.
Our outlined traverse to Mt. Wilson. At this point I feel 98% badass.
Looking back at the easy part of the traverse. At this point I feel 91% badass.
Whatever you do... don't.look.down. Well okay, not really that bad (famous last words). At this point I feel 75% badass.
Mt. Wilson summit, black line is what we did, red line is what we pursue next. At this point I feel 100% badass.

Weather was still good, hardly anything to report. We refueled for a bit as our badass levels resurged back to 100%, got a few phone calls squared away telling family members we were still currently alive, & still feeling surprisingly good & ready for more, we had our attention focused on Gladstone. There were three noticeable dry couloirs from our vantage, I thought taking the longest & steepest one directly up looked like a good approach, Tyler vowed out of it, but to cut out extra unnecessary climbing some of the ascent, we eventually did settle for one of them, the lowest one. And so from here, we descended the standard way on Mt. Wilson for about 1,200 feet until we veered off towards that unnamed 'glacier', which when you cross it is actually permanent ice w/ boulder cobbles covering over it from overtime slides above. Streams could be seen cutting across the ice, gave kind of a unique setting as they trickled into the talus below eventually making their way to the silty green Navajo Lake.
Debating which couloir to take up Gladstone. At this point I feel 82% badass.
The 'glacier' b/w Gladstone & Mt. Wilson. At this point I feel 68% badass.

Now from here, all of Gladstone from summit to descent was finding our own approach, in other words, both our badass levels plummet to this realization. Cairns were sporadic on the peak, small & not well-defined, we lost track of them easily finding random loose gullies to ascend trying to regain the ridge after finding various drops encountered here & there, forcing us to descend a little bit again. Past the glacier, we found that avoiding the small rocks & scree & following up small 'gullies' of large boulders was more sanitary for our well-being, & reaching a snow-carved little plateau, we came straight to our gully, which looked awful all the way, being fresh earthworks & clearly showing no indication that anyone would ever use this as an approach up. Well, as long as we weren't currently in the negative percentile of badassiness, we vowed for the approach.

We ascended on opposite sides of the gully up, kicking stuff downwards, a quick glance up & rocks all seemed balanced upon each other, ready to fall w/ a touch's notice. He was already far ahead of me after finding myself fighting against steeply sloped dirt that send me flying back downwards (yes, I'm over-exaggerating). Then as I kept pushing myself up, I saw him reach the top of a visible spire, then adding that he was on the ridge. Oh holy crap that was it? Hah wow, this gully wasn't so bad after all, made that badass feeling in me jump "5%" (yes, another over-exaggeration).

When we saw summit from the ridgeline, we saw the awfulness that remained of what we were in for. It really did not look like a friendly 13er, but it was there, and we were here, the sun was over there, the thunderstorms were not anywhere, & our badass levels were... well... kind of there. So slowly but surely we went, following a cairned route that ended in madness, meaning upwards to regain the ridge we went. We eventually passed the middle couloir & the upper couloir I wanted to take, looking like a 65 degree slide down. Kind of glad we didn't take that, though I think it would've been fun anyway.

When we reached the top, we felt a bit of relief from it, badass rebounded back to normal 100% after getting dangerously close to the negative. There was a crowbar at the summit, which was kind of humorous, some other strange oddities too. A small little rainstorm formed to the east, evaporating before hitting the valley. The summit register itself dated back from 2007, it is not often the objective of many, but the listings were still up there. And as it was growing into early evening, we saw Wilson Peak on an unfriendly ridge. At this point, we both felt a little tired, badass levels about to get sucked dry, debating whether to do the final fourth peak. I wanted to, just cause there was still that feeling of being more badass that we tackled all four than when we started off at the trailhead as opposed to facing defeat by only doing three of four peaks, I saw a potential route tagging it from the east side but we ended up contemplating going back towards Rock of Ages Saddle in case we were suddenly feeling too exhausted from it that we figured we could save it for the second day.
The gully - not only does this pic make it appear like a suckfest, it truly was a suckfest! At this point I feel 11% badass.
Somehow, amidst four-letter words, we reached Gladstone. At this point I feel 100% badass.
Looking east, mother nature takes a bathroom leak. At this point I feel 96% badass.

When we descended off Gladstone, we were slow coming down, then afterwards we found a spot to veer down, which ended up being a slide down pebbly material until I had a bat sh** crazy eat sh** moment, flying beneath my feet & landing w/ several bloody scrapes on the arms. Yeah, talk about a defeating decline in my morale w/ a badass plummet of more than 50% at that moment. And the descent from the ridge felt more & more grueling until we finally hit a larger boulder field where we weren't fumbling against loose rock, reaching a low point at about 12,600 feet seeing the 400 foot climb to the Rock of Ages Saddle. We felt awful at this point, dipped into the negatives. From there we stopped for a break, we had about 1.5 hours before the sun set, to which we both found ourselves staring at Wilson Peak. And as Tyler refueled on granola bars, I suddenly put on my game face on, could feel my body cranking up the percentage points of badassiness closer to the realm of 0%, it was that feeling of, aw hell, we're here, let's just git er done & over w/. And from our low point, we saw a large boulder approach up that would take us to the bend of the Wilson Peak trail, finally getting us on our way & hopefully to the summit before sunset. If not before sunset, then my percentile would still spike in the positive... but not that positive.

And holy jumpin Jupiter jankowitz after some hardcore fumbling we were at the summit, talk about a badass surge through the roof at 400% spotting that summit bivy & knowing that we had just done that fourth peak. Oh what a feeling, I can have it all, now I'm dancing for my life! Okay, enough Irene Cara. Anyway, we spent a bit of time up there, I popped a tootsie roll in my mouth while Tyler did his usual handstand as the sun set right behind the Abajo Mountains, the San Juans behind us were glowing bright orange & the landscape was calm w/o the sound or slightest feeling of wind. That was the complete satisfaction, & from here it was a great accomplishment, the elevation can only go down from here w/ minor small regains back to the trailhead.
This ridge descending Gladstone was slow & tedious. At this point I feel 2% badass.
Last look at that ginormous pile of mass wasting known as Gladstone. At this point I feel -7% badass.
I had a grand slip & fall that cut up my right arm, dropping my badass level to -154%.
Mt. Wilson & El Diente from Wilson Pk. At this point I feel 301% badass.
Sunset behind the Abajo Mountains of Utah w/ Lone Cone, Dolores, Middle & unnamed 13ers. At this point I feel 350% badass.
That glow. At this point I feel 400% badass.

While feeling my absolute most badass since the hike started, it was no more than twenty minutes on the setting sun behind Shay Mountain that everything turned into wretched deathly horror as I felt the pockets of my sweatshirt, suddenly realizing my keys weren't there. Oh no, where were they since I recall my last memory of them being placed in those pockets? I started fumbling frantically through the common pockets of my backpack where I also typically place them, not finding them anywhere, suddenly thinking that the moment I slipped & fell having that 50% badass loss, that was where I figured they must have fallen out.

Due to the sudden dramatic change in mindset, I could feel my badass level plummet an instant 6000% to catastrophically unhealthy levels, like a massive global stock market crash w/ no recovery in sight as our only food source becomes SOYLENT GREEN, or in my case, a vomiting scenario of monumental hospitalizing needles-injected-into-the-arm proportions. No seriously, this was horrific, damaging, painful, something I had once thought about on other 14ers except this time it was reality! I was in a ton of pain, because how the hell was I gonna get out here if I had to retrace my steps, all seven miles of it, b/c who knew if that was where I truly lost my keys, or if I lost them on the traverse, or potentially never find them again as they slithered into the inner cracks of volcanic breccia?
As I took this shot, I suddenly asked where my keys were? Not immediately finding them plummeted my badass level down to an unhealthy -5928%.

Tyler, in his humble 400% badass stature, was alerted to the issue & as we started the descent, I knew that I likely would have to return here the next day & potentially redo this entire 8,000 feet of elevation gain. My feet were shot as it was, but I couldn't get anywhere w/o finding the keys. It was the only thing on my mind. Like seriously, what if I never find my keys? I'm gonna be stuck here until I either starve or the winter elements solidify me into a congealed, leathery, well-preserved gooey mummy until some climber finds my unfortunate form half buried in ice like Otzi the Iceman! I might as well embrace it I guess, it has been a good life, I saw all I could, I reached peak number four today before the terror started, & from there it all fell apart the moment my keys abandoned me. And it was weird cause I don't even recall ever hearing them jingle when they fell out.

The descent was quiet, I was plagued by these thoughts, fumbling in the dark & feeling miserable & hopeless b/c I didn't know how else to function. Tyler suggested hot-wiring my car, but I didn't want to do that. I had enough groceries I bought from City Market to last me for about four days, after that if I still didn't find the keys or meet any climbers due to a bad weather forecast ahead, then I was prepared to croak. It was not a good feeling, trying earnestly to recall where they may have dropped, but the possibilities were endless. But I at least had a spare trunk opener, though it did not have the key component as they had broken off several years ago. Crapola, call the sheriff? Meh, maybe. What to do, what to do?

I retraced my steps back to the Rock of Ages Saddle. It was dark everywhere, we even tried to examine the area where that ore cart was, couldn't find them. Then as we descended back down towards the car, about an hour later I took off my entire backpack, searching every nook & crannie until directly below the first aid kit cramped far below I saw a shiny key, then pulling aside my hat, holy crap, there was my keys! Wow, badass level surged triumphantly in me, well over 11,000% from the negatives, an unheard of kind of feeling in all my climbing history. It's like someone who is a pot smoker, except the smile was quadruple the gleam if not more.
Keys found shortly before taking this pic. At this current point my badassiness surges from the negative to 6056%.

I really wasn't joking about the keys part, it really did happen on our Wilson saga, the dysfunctional side of me. Tyler has joked about my ridiculous moment a few times before & my inability to remember what I do w/ important necessities, & I even sometimes reflect on it, especially now since this Wilson hike, I ask basic Vomit 101 questions before ascent. Do I have those friggin keys? Are they in the right pocket? Is my badass level going to remain relatively above 0% & not drop to such detestable levels? Holy crap, never doing that again, I seriously thought my life was over. I mean I know I could get back home riding w/ Tyler, seven hours to the Front Range, but then what? I'm still stuck.

Well enough of that, it's just me & my ridiculous moments brewing at its finest. Any rate, I went from -5900% badass to just over 6000% in a matter of a second, a whopping 11,000% badass boost in record time. Oh it was a grandiose feeling, I summitted four peaks to boost that initial 100% up to 400, then the greatest relief was knowing I could drive out of here w/o any fears. A note to all climbers - MAKE SURE YOU KEEP TRACK OF YOUR KEYS! Those last four miles in the dark were incredible as my badass level rose 1% which each step closer to the car since the 6056% revelation. And as we got to the trailhead, we had culminated an 18 hour trip w/ 8,200 feet elevation gain over a 14 mile span topping off the day w/ a grand total feeling of being 14,246% badass, quite a tremendous jump from the 100% feeling I had in the morning. Time for some Chef Boyardee & a moment to car camp & take it easy the next day. We actually ended up doing Lone Cone the following day, though I was still quite stiff from & after having a rock fall on the ridge literally crushing an already bruised foot, so I wasn't able to go as fast & ended up waiting below after this thunderstorm whipped up, Tyler was fast, I probably would've been stuck at my rate. Yeah, badass level sucked that day, but at least I had my KEYS!
Back at the trailhead, a hell of a successful day. At this point I feel a staggering 14246% badass.

My KEYS, the difference b/w feeling -5928% badass versus 6056%.

So there it was, the Wilson group plus Gladstone in a day. We thought it was going to be a two-day endeavor, but I guess one can do it all in a day, if you don't lose your keys. But don't be fooled, a good seven miles of this is just rock hopping & fighting scree, which of course took some damaging tolls on our badassiness. There's a lot of obstacles, a lot of foot-tearing terrain, & Gladstone is one to be a cautious climber on, for you will undoubtedly dislodge something at some point on that mountain, just like an Elk 14er. Everyone of course knows how tedious climbing a mountain can be, let alone four of them, but the following badassometer graph below accurately portrayed the passions, the feelings & the morale encountered on our 18 hour endeavor. I thought I was all badass until right when I had that keys scare, which as you can see, greatly offset everything to the chart, would've sucked if it really did happen or if I had become aware of it before summitting Wilson Peak, then at the point I probably would've lost ambition to climb. Who knows, if I never found those keys, there would've never been this trip report b/c I would have been well on my way to metamorphasizing into a Holocene-era fossil.
This badassometer graph shows the epic horrors & losses of the climb. I started at the trailhead feeling 100% badass, came back at 14246% badass.

Spherical panoramas! Yes, just the same summit views from overly photographed 14ers, but they give the complete sensation, minus the barfing, the leg pain, & the cuts/bruises & other downward spirals. Click link, you can view fullscreen, pan w/ arrow keys or mouse, & use mouse & controls to zoom in or out. The website has changed features slightly since I last posted:

El Diente Pk. summit
Wilson-El Diente traverse
Mt. Wilson summit
Gladstone Peak summit
Wilson Pk. summit

Well, that was a good day trip. My stomach is still grumbling from that exponential surge of badassiness from that day's end, so please excuse me while I go discharge! Adios for now, until my next trip report!

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Comments or Questions

great job!
12/03/2014 16:31
What an awesome report man. Looks like a beast of a day


I LOVE the graph
12/03/2014 16:31
at the end.

Every TR needs charts and graphs!

Super funny Vomit!


12/03/2014 16:42
Hell of a report, man. A side note – I used to worry about losing my keys – especially as I usually hike and climb alone. I ended up putting a second set of keys in the bottom of my pack (like yours – underneath my first aid kit). Great mental aka–seltzer as I can actually lose one set and not have to become a mummified corpse.


Great read!
12/03/2014 16:58
Ole SurfNSalad is 100% right on! This report is definitely a very excellent read! Thank you.


12/03/2014 17:08
I nominate this for trip report of the year. Great route description, route drawing, and naming of nearby peaks. The graph was a great way to wrap it up. Good job on this beast of a day.

Also, great shot of Shiprock. The second peak to the left of Roof Butte (tabletop looking peak far right) in your Shiprock pic was my first summit when I was about ten years old. For me that’s where the hiking craze started.



Now this is a trip report
12/03/2014 17:43
Solid beta, witty humor, stunning photos. If there was a TR Hall of Fame this would be first–ballot. My rating is 17.3 out of 10.


That was the most
12/03/2014 18:40
dramatic story I’ve ever heard about someone losing his keys!

As I was reading your story, I got the impression you had enough badass data points for a graph, & I thought to myself, a graph plotting the baddass as a function of position would be really great beta, as long as it was labeled with key moments along the trip, pun intended, & then when I saw your graph...brilliant!

Great story.

Shawnee Bob

The meter
12/03/2014 19:34
As I read this report, what I was thinking was, "this really needs a graphic or meter charting badass–ness." And then it appeared. Well done!


Correlation between BA capacity and plocketing
12/03/2014 21:20
Seems like you might be the only person who actually plockets, and definitely the most BA plocketing member.

Google it and see how many hits you get...

It’s all you buddy...


Nice write up
12/03/2014 22:15
Tyler said no to a suck fest up a horrid scree coulier , I seem to remember some suck fests with Tyler. Some of those May have been my fault.


Such a badass trip report, I could just hurl!
12/04/2014 04:06
Damn...sounds like quite a day! Major congrats on pulling it off (and surviving Gladstone), and seriously awesome write–up! I’ll be sure to get some Zofran for you guys ;)


12/04/2014 15:12
I woke up, sat at my the computer for some time wasting activity and realized I hadn’t read any TR’s in months. Thank God yours was first on the list. Great report! Great hike! Good job, man. Keep them coming


12/05/2014 02:07 quite the trooper for keeping his badassness up during the ordeal!
Image 14 truly shows how sh!tty the Wilson Group can be... dinner plates set & served!
Great TR!!


Thanks all:
12/05/2014 21:13
Thanks Jonathan, Goingup, & John!

Jeff: Sweet! I feel honored by your petitioning & generous rating

Jay: Yup, definitely lesson learned. I have that second spare key in my actual pants pocket just in case, & not missing the key head like my original one was.

Marvin: Glad I caught a piece of childhood history for you. I was thinking that high terrain is either in N. Mexico or maybe crossing into Arizona at that point? Also realized I caught part of Mesa Verde now that I look at it.

Moneymike & Shawnee Bob: Great minds think alike! (well, at least when I properly use it )

Jim: Haha yes plocketing! I always make sure to throw in that word in these reports, still however have yet to come up w/ a definition for it. Maybe in the meantime I’ll plocket some ideas.

Aaron: That’s awesome, Tyler has given me a briefing on the various hiking you two have done, particularly the ’who is better at climbing in scree’ debate hahaha.

Chris: Zofran, that sounds too good to be true – my exasperated throat definitely could use some right no–... oh no I feel it coming ugh... *barf*.

Forbins_mtn: Glad that conveniently worked out!

Brad: Much thanks, the moment you get off the standard cairned routes, it’s a whole new level of concentration for sure in this group.

-Will (Vomit)


Great report, but those keys ....
12/08/2014 03:48
.... everyone knows you hide them at your vehicle, under the left front tire. Nobody will ever think to look for them there. That way if you die on the mountain, your climbing partner can still drive to the local pub to celebrate his summit!


Nice TR...
12/10/2014 03:13
but you still have a ways to go to beat your Grays TR and possibly the greatest pic ever featured in a TR:


I give this a 3,012 on
07/28/2015 11:25
. . . the great trip reportameter. Badass climb and the report had me grinning. Nice work.

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