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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 15, 2016 - 08:35am PT
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Nice photos fellas.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Note that this view is NOT what tourists come here for.^^^^
Nice purty shots, Dingus. Too bad there are no stop signs, telephone poles, other cars, or people in the way.
Moments to live for...peace and quiet. No freeway noise, no nothing but wind in the weeds, the sounds of silence.
So spark one up and hang around watching the doves light along the fence line and be glad we aren't out here working on some combine with two dozen ornery mules to contend with and flies and itchy bodies and long hours in woolen clothes and heavy boots.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Smoke plume from the Rim fire.
These were shot back in '13.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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i wish i could keep up with you two horsemen of the valley apprecialypse. all i can say is i shall return
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2016 - 02:07pm PT
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A look at the valley from the other side from Del Puerto Canyon, hooblie.
I likee that shot.
The stealthy approach.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 22, 2016 - 02:09pm PT
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The grand view after a two mile walk over the baked cobbles.
That's the Merced River flowing into the valley.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 31, 2016 - 10:44am PT
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squishy
Mountain climber
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Oct 31, 2016 - 02:18pm PT
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WBraun
climber
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Nov 12, 2016 - 08:00am PT
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I've always loved the Central valley.
Most people never much get past driving down 99 to really see it's real beauty that DMT and mouse from Merced continually capture thru their camera lens here ......
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mary Austin called the Sacramento River Delta the Land of the Little Duck, referring to California Indian myth. Tossing up the river's mud, Little Duck made California's mountains.
Travel and booster literature likened the Delta to the Zuider Zee. A postcard publisher [guy named Savage, who ran a trading post?] used to sell views of "Beautiful Rio Vista, Calif., Capital of the American Netherlands."
Isleton, or Locke, became known as the Asparagus Capital of the World.
There is nothing spectacular or grand about the low-lying triangle by which California's Central Valley rivers seek the sea--except, at times, its sky. The skyscape can be a tremendous pile of billowing cumulus clouds, sometimes as dramatic as the firmament over the Arizona desert or the heavens off the Kona Coast. but the flattended horizon is broken only by the distant bulk of Mount Diablo's saddle.
Spectacle is the business of our desert mesas and buttes; the jagged and surf-battered Redwood Coast; or the High Sierra, where the Sacramento and San Joaquin are born in springs, snowbanks, and even glaciers.
The Delta, in contrast, is a bucolic land of peace, a tranquil place of ease largely unsullied by civilization. It is low-keyed; it must be approached on its own unhurried terms in order to be properly appreciated.
It is a backwater, a throwback in a few hidden "gunkholes," or anchorages, to the pristine landscape of the Spanish explorers and, everywhere else, to the easygoing rural and pastoral California of a century ago.
Time stands still. It is almost as much "an island in time" as Harold Gilliam's lonesome Point Reyes Peninsula.
Take a drive north from 4 along 160. Maybe you'll run into someone named Dingus.Pass the peat on, Pete.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2016 - 11:16am PT
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I feel like I just walked out of a coffee table book, DMT. I haven't checked this thread since posting last. You have all the makings for a fine book yourself.
Peripherally, the hydraulickers AND the dredgers have detracted from the pristine geography of our state. There are a lot of areas on both sides of the valley, not just on the western Sierra slopes, left with their cobbles exposed until...when?
I've dredged up a few shots from a visit to the dredge piles along the Merced between Merced Falls, where BroMike lives hidden by acres and acres of cobbles up to twenty-five feet high along their ridgetops, in my estimation. When we were kids in Sacramento, the drive into the Sierras passed miles of piles out by Mather AFB. They are now part of the landscape, permanently, in most instances.
I find that visiting the piles is sort of like visiting Yosemite Valley, in a way, where it is possible to find some seclusion from the rest of humanity at certain times, even on the busiest days.
The traffic beyond the screen of oaks and cottonwoods by the river road is audible, but you soon tune it out as you meander through the access roads, raising a plume of dust behind your car.
It seems unnaturally cool in the shady spots. This is because there are occasional low spots that are a bit boggy. The sources of this water are the ditches which run through the dredge piles and leak into the surrounding area, promoting cattails and related plants, attracting some mosquitoes, of course. And clouds of gnats.
There are few bass in these boggy areas, but there are some monsters who've lorded it over the frogs and mice and such who also call it home. I don't like wading into these areas as it's almost impossible to have fun. You have to go in the late afternoon and settle in and wait and begin fishing after the sun's down. This is like duck hunting, to me, and I've long since quit trying. I would rather now just enjoy a quiet time watching the river flow.
Access points are few along this stretch, however, unless you know property owners.
I take my brother's word for it. I'd like to keep being invited to enjoy his property, at least. When I did meet the neighbors one day, however, it was copacetic, mutually enjoyable, and lots of fun.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2016 - 12:01pm PT
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Out east of Merced getting close to the foothills.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 27, 2016 - 05:01am PT
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The clarity of the air recently is such a photographer's friend, ain't it?
Love the contrast above the histum yani ("spirit"), as the Maidu called the range.
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
Nothing creative to say
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Dec 27, 2016 - 09:58am PT
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Drove over the Mokelumne River yesterday. Watched a motorized skiff rail down the river like he was a New York cab driver.
Navigable.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Dec 29, 2016 - 09:31am PT
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Are all those businesses in Isleton still open?
Bob the Master Baiter.
Cool looking old school town.
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Bascuela
Trad climber
Fresno, CA
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Dec 31, 2016 - 12:11pm PT
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I was born and raised in Exeter but living in the bright lights of Fresno now. This thread is really cool, keep the pics coming!
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tuolumne_tradster
Trad climber
Leading Edge of North American Plate
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Dec 31, 2016 - 12:41pm PT
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Mima mounds of Merced CA
LIDAR image of Merced Mima Mounds from OpenTopography.org website
http://dx.doi.org/10.1016/j.geomorph.2013.09.018
Mima mounds are ~1-m-high hillocks found on every continent except Antarctica. Despite often numbering in the millions within a single field, their origin has been a mystery, with proposed explanations ranging from glacial processes to seismic shaking. One hypothesis proposes that mounds in North America are built by burrowing mammals to provide refuge from seasonally saturated soils. We test this hypothesis with a numerical model, parameterized with measurements of soil transport by gophers from a California mound field, that couples animal behavior with geomorphic processes. The model successfully simulates the development of the mounds as well as key details such as the creation of vernal pools, small intermound basins that provide habitat for endemic species. Furthermore, we demonstrate that the spatial structure of the modeled mound fields is similar to actual mound fields and provides an example of self-organized topographic features. We conclude that, scaled by body mass, Mima mounds are the largest structures built by nonhuman mammals and may provide a rare example of an evolutionary coupling between landforms and the organisms that create them.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 31, 2016 - 01:28pm PT
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These mima hills are my little treasured place to go where solitude abounds, the hawks soar, and the sun bakes everything, bleaching bones and drying vernal pools, and tanning coeds sun-bathing on the lawns of UC Merced.
Dingus mentioned these as being the result of burrowing by rodents once upon a time somewhere on the Flames. He knows his landforms, by golly.
"The hills north of town" have seen the tread of my approach boots many times, but I never seem to get out there now I have no car. But I do have photos from when I did.
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