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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2017 - 06:24pm PT
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Fun shui all wrong. Move boss, move.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 17, 2017 - 10:23pm PT
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The Good Old Days
Just an observation
About these here Flames
Obviously most of us
Were fond in many ways
About the good old days
Ah the good old days
I've heard it said
Them good old days
Weren't as good as we remember them
It's the people we were fond of
Our family and friends
A lot of them are gone now
It's how we remember them
They were our best of times
Like the ones we still rely on
To bring us cheer
Throughout the year
At least for me that's clear
-bushman
04/17/2017
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 17, 2017 - 10:46pm PT
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hey there say, hooblie... wow, thanks for sharing all that...
i remember in our times, where miners were trapped and all had written messages, as well... waiting, though-- they knew they would not get out...
i know there are many others, but this was the one that remember:
very sad--peacefully, though, is not really the proper word,
though, as one knows that their loved ones must go on without them:
(but i get what they were trying to say) ...
:(
http://www.nbcnews.com/id/10723450/ns/us_news-life/t/notes-assured-families-miners-died-peacefully/
thank you for the tavern info and the story and the pig-share, too...
also, FERAL FAE! again-- off crutches, i still keep thinking how wonderful
this is...
hope you had a happy easter...
have not had a chance to call... but i am working on it for this week...
had 'tons' of leaves to do, that were remnants from fall...
oh myyyyyyyyyy....
fish made it through winter, alive... march and april are kind of hard
months here, getting things settled, the POND though, most of all...
able to enjoy a cup of tea outside soon, or coffee and not just
enjoy scrapping up wet old leaves, :))
neat pics, mouse, and all
happy spring to all!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Apr 18, 2017 - 01:24am PT
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bump, Busy bees have been busy being bees bump
I've moved the T right stuff to some place else or lost it or parts there of
Here instead pitches 9 - 11 of an amazing high quality head Camra that did not make me queasy , much
This is only slightly less caustic than my trite injury share to the Cosmic
This Climb ! Epinephrine ! one I'm sure he misses ?
Much the same as I do!
The memories of the climb re-kindle the need for ( well protectable ) dancin' face moves at dizzying Hieghts
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm the worst when following
The wait , the weight, the feel for a need for speed as opposed to strolling upward
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Apr 18, 2017 - 02:00am PT
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Great I missed that it was the #40 post now I can play back n forth. . .Perhaps they planned? to err on the side of caution It might just be a one-off less is more in this case let's hope so
a veritable IN fa'sure.
upward.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2017 - 03:33am PT
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On Main.On Main.At the old post office on 18th.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2017 - 04:07am PT
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More from the post office and vicinity.This location at 18th and K is also known as the Bell Station, or the Annex, at present. It's old style and antiquated interior do not lend themselves to modern needs for more room.
I used to live across the alley from here and would go sit under the shade of the trees sometimes, or take a couple of golf whiffle ball and a seven iron and go play a round on their lawns.
Under the lintels of the windows of the building are molds of bunting set in the dressed stone...looks okay from a distance, as it was designed to do, I suppose. No point in paying some artisans to CARVE this when all they need is to pour the concrete into molds. This construction was a very large boon to the starving populace of depression-strangled Merced County. And to those who may have been on the verge of starvation, probably like manna from above. So far as I know, no lives were lost in the construction. So there are no ghost stories, but one can use one's imagination when confronted by this horrible lake of abomination, which is a posted hazard if your whiffle ball happens to stray into the gunk. Which happened to Tiger in that match play more than once. No penalty, though.http://www.mercedsunstar.com/news/local/article3251304.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2017 - 04:44am PT
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Post office.On Main Street again.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2017 - 08:11pm PT
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Springish.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 19, 2017 - 05:06am PT
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After the first ascent of Castleton, Kor and Ingalls saw a wealth of other first tower climbs across the desert, and their next objective was so ambitious that it was supported by The National Geographic Society: The Finger of Fate of the Titan (5.8 A2).
http://blog.theclymb.com/passions/climb-passions/brief-history-utahs-desert-climbing/
Numbers 22 ESV
Then the people of the rocks set out and camped in the plains of Moab beyond the Jordan at Jericho.
And Moab was in little dread of the people, because they were not many....
Years later, Moab was overcome with fear of the hordes attracted by the people of the rocks, the people of the rivers, the people of the mountain bikes, and the vast amount of poop the people produced.
And Moab said to the elders of the county, “This horde will now lick up all that is around us, as the ox licks up the grass of the field.”
So Badazz the son of Zipper, who was the chairman of the realty commission of Moab at that time, sent messengers to Balaam the son of Beor at Pethor, which is near the Pyramid in the land of the people of Vegas, to call him, saying, “Behold, a people has come out of God knoweth where. They covereth the face of the earth, and they are dwelling opposite me. We can score big time if we get slots approved."
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 19, 2017 - 07:14am PT
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Inedibly Strange Inefible Edifications
The world I know
Where some
With financial expectations
Hovering, buzzing in my periphery
Blinding my senses
Where submerged lies the emotion
And underlying knowledge
Of temporary being
Rushing blood to my temples
Familiar heat behind my ears
The lack of concern for the schedule
Oh the ever flipping schedule
Warning Will Robinson
Robot arms flail at me
Self induced material hypnotization
Mindless economic social fixations
Red alert Red alert
Report for reprogramming post haste
Chirping birds
Running rabbits
The breezy knoll with grass waving
Mounds of fresh earth dug up voles holes
Precisely placed to fit my footfalls
But what of...
This self imagined monetary distress?
Moon rocks imprisoned by our military?
Mold spore abatement in the halls of the deep bunkers?
Where aging corporate moguls
And disease riddled political egos
Roll through in their life support modified golf carts
Ashes to ashes
Earth to earth
Dust to dust
From death to birth
What grand consolation in that
-bushman
04/19/2017
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 19, 2017 - 09:31pm PT
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Good evening, Dingus.
Went to Fresno City today. VA cardio/pharma consult as a follow-up to the recent hospital visit. The pharmacist consultant and the cardiologist both decided to take me off one of the BP meds and amped up the daily dose of K.
The cardiologist told me he had no beef with my hernia operation and to go ahead with what the consulting surgeon decides - I'll be there again next week.
I'm fashed. Off to twenty-nine winks.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 19, 2017 - 11:09pm PT
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And now for another sad story of lost loves and broken hearts for all you bitter romantics out there...
Lynette
Long ago in the month of May
When I was but a boy of nineteen
I ran across an elvish pixie
On the way to Joshua Tree
Brown of eyes and slight of build
A Wisconsin country girl was she
Who spoke to me in lilting song
Entrancing and enchanting me
Combing through my repertoire
On boulders and the solo routes
Impressed by what she saw of me
By end of day up on Mike's Books
On the ride back to the city
She talked to me and gave me looks
As the music played I fell in love
In the darkness as we tangled boots
She bought me breakfast at IHOP
Two months traversed by in a flash
She whittled away my defenses
As I whittled away at her stash
Then I long overstayed my welcome
Shacking up was the easiest part
Breaking up was never my strong suit
And I stayed 'till she stepped on my heart
After time and a healthy hiatus
I was drawn right back in for a stomp
She sold me a fresh bag of airplane
And the promise of love and a romp
But the joke was on me I discovered
When a flame from old days gone by
Showed up at her place out of the blue
As the mischief shone bright in her eyes
As time cooled my longing and passion
She kept leading back with her charm
And each time before we reunited
I was deaf beyond deaf to the alarm
Then one day up in sunny Los Osos
In a time of great personal grief
We both met at a mutual acquaintance's
And made love after wine and some spleef
But as she slept I felt empty and lonely
As I did afore we'd ever met
And I saw how destructive and toxic
My attraction to her had been yet
For I knew that as hard as I'd loved her
For her I was just the next thing
On the way to another next fling
And to that there was nothing I could bring
As I quietly rose and snuck out the door
And stealthily started my bike down the way
I finally rode off to new destinations
Knowing it was over for me anyway
It took years trying to forget her
But I still see her eyes there behind
Every sad sunset until I remember
So much of our love is both wasted and blind
-bushman
04/19/2017
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 20, 2017 - 12:34am PT
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hey there say, mouse... love that odd 'fishing pole' hat, that the one
PALM TREE is wearing... (if you disregard the 'yellow bit of machine' on the roof, at lower left) ...
mr and mrs tree, out for a spree...
mrs tree, loves that mr tree,
is sure 'hooked' on her BEAUtee...
or, uh, her hat-line, you see?
:)
note:
can't make this stuff up, ;)
say, the cloud pics, are great, too!
we GOT RAIN... not we GOT MAIL...
though, we HAD mail, and after tomorrow, i can say:
he had rain... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 20, 2017 - 06:37am PT
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NOT Twenty-nine Palms...Catch and Release, husband and wife fishing team.
Boring Hwy. 99. FRICKIN' GRAPES for miles and miles.
I was thinking of the new Bullet Train, or whatever they're going to call it (Sunshine Streak, Fast Freddie, Central Valley Rocket) on the ride back from Fresburg.
The trains will be traveling faster than highway traffic.
The same boring countryside will be seen from a better vantage, but you'll have to look more quickly to see it go by. Scenically-speaking, it's not a good bargain, but then you don't take bullet trains for the scenery, but the time saved.
Maybe the trains should just have no windows, only art on the walls of the cars which will suggest passing scenery or give you a zennish break from "all that mundanity."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 20, 2017 - 07:16am PT
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Thanks, Flip Flop.
"Used to be mandatory to have a foot in every climbing photo!"--Steve Crusher Bartlett
Tomorrow's slideshow, I'll be signing and selling copies of my book, Desert Towers, for the 30-years-of-desert-tower-climbing anniversary price of 30 bucks. And five bucks of that to go to the Access Fund, to help keep crags open. Photo is of Derek Hersey, Texas Tower, 1989, third ascent. This and adjacent canyons are remote, difficult of access—and rich with archeological resources. Thirty years have changed this to a not-so-remote canyon, with regular jeep excursions. it lies deep within the new Bears Ears National Monument and perhaps deserves a little love and management to better protect the vanishing archeological remains.
The Steve-Crusher, the Old Desert FatRat himself, will be sliding into
NEPTUNE MOUNTAINEERING
https://business.facebook.com/NeptuneMountaineering/?business_id=850377115028430
Tonight at sevenish.
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