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this frikin web site pisses me off I am trying to do some research on cinn. gulch and the north fork of the snake and every time I click to your dammin web site I can't get back to google and i end up closing your site - then I lose all of the hits i researched thanks a lot. tonya

Tonya, we wish you the success in finding a man to satisfy you. You need one. <BR> <BR>P.S.: Any relation to Harding?

Geez. can you say PMS?

We're apparently now responsible for teaching those who happen upon our website how to use a browser, too.

You would think she could use a back button by now. It's the button with the arrow pointing to the left dear. Marc, tell Amit to work some of his snow voodoo for use unfortunates in the east who are sweltering in this heat wave out here. It's December 5th and I am wearing shorts,,,,,what's wrong with this picture?????

The picture is bizarre, to be sure. The latest tonight from a Glens Falls-based meteorologist friend is that there's not much hope on the 15-day horizon.

Maybe if everybody puts their freezers outside, and they keep the freezer doors open, and keep the the freezers on full blast...........God, how desparate do I sound?

What kind of word is "frikin" anyway?

She is right. There is some kind of glitch. My back button didn't work either.

OK, time to set the record straight on this one. It's not an issue with the back button, or any kind of malicious intent on our part. Our whole site navigation is dependent upon the use of frames. That is, the top frame with the table of contents is the only way to get around our site from one section -- or in many cases, from one article -- to another. <BR> <BR>Now, what happens if someone uses a search engine to find something specific, and arrives at a single page in our site? They can't go anywhere at FirstTracksOnline.com besides that page. We therefore use JavaScript to put that page into its parent frameset. <BR> <BR>What's happening, then is you're loading your page, then loading a *second* page. To go back, you therefore need to go back *two* pages. That's what the little down arrow next to your back button is for. <BR> <BR>The difference with how I reacted to this post, as opposed to the first, was the attitude present in the posting. The one that started this thread was crude, rude and unwarranted.

what the hell, my name is mike hafer, I'm from Grand Rapids, Michigan, I play in a metal band called Defiant Nature. I'm not a ski instructor. This is nuts, Mike if you're out there leave a message on my band's message board a http://www.defiantnature.com let's be pen pals. we have the same name and it'll be fun to get letters from ourselves, and then we can tell people that we mail ourselves detailed letters and we can get committed. SWEET.

What, is this the thread dedicated to the clueless? Mike, I'm having a hard time seeing the connection here ...

Huh?!? What do you mean by clueless...

My, my ... look who the cat dragged in!

More like something the cat threw up. Marc, I owe you a thousand apologies, but nothing says I'm sorry like fresh copy (which I have a bit of). <BR> <BR>Man, what can I say? I've been working my tail off (you've seen mortgage rates recently); had to travel to Israel to drop off my kid sister at college; and I have an older sister expecting her first baby--which has required major family time. <BR> <BR>All in all, it could be worse (I could be an inbred creep like that Tonya chick), but as it is I feel like an ass. <BR> <BR>I am experiencing a real writing / skiing revival, and I hope you will let me make up for lost time. The proof will be in the powder...

Wow, such a public treatise I never expected! <BR> <BR>As you said, the proof is in the powder. <IMG SRC="http://www.firsttracksonline.com/discus2/clipart/wink.gif">

I meant what I said and I said what I meant. Didn't intend to bog down the readers in my familial morasses, but I feel a public apology is akin to a night in the stocks... <BR> <BR>Anyway, I have a piece that I am editing and hoping to send your way shortly. I have a photo (hard copy)and I'll either scan it (if I can find someone with a scanner) or snail-mail you. <BR> <BR>More to come... I missed you guys.