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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 - Jul 9, 2017 - 05:51am PT
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"A team of experts were looking at ways to remedy the overcrowding of Yosemite Valley, suggesting no more overnight stays, and on the other side of the scale, building more lodging."
This was the month I began as a houseman at Yosemite Lodge. "At the Falls." Don't wanna confuse the guests.
Ten Years After...Where were you when this was taken? I was still shoveling sh#t for TNF in Berkeley, climbing on short weekend runs.
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hooblie
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from out where the anecdotes roam
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dozing in a hammock on the shield in '78 ... even cheaper than sharing a site in camp 4
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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 - Jul 9, 2017 - 10:35am PT
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Babe.
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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 - Jul 9, 2017 - 11:14am PT
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I found no name to credit for these great shots of the Arches route.
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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 - Jul 9, 2017 - 05:17pm PT
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"What did Pithapothacus want?"
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Get a clue, wouldya
-none chucks
The music stopped, there wasn't a sound
A-over in the corner stood-a, Bad Man Brown
Brown smiled a grin, he said, 'My friend'
('You take your 3 steps forward and I'm 'onna-a, clue you in')
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Could they dunk? Don't ask me.
Ask Miles Davis
Is the summer league more fun to watch than regular season?
I wonder what tickets go for.
They have lots of mics and they playback what's going on
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Those Old Shoes
The old shoes sit
But would walk
Remaining idle
As they talk
Saying nothing
They do speak
Though it's been now
Several weeks
Oh the worst
That kind of act
There it is
That's a fact
And what then
I never saw
What was stuck
Then in their craw
Though they squeaked
The worst of all
As they laid down
Each footfall
Only sand grains
To pinch
As though they'd ever
Give an inch
Well done soles
On lonesome fork
Liken to stuff them
Full of pork
Those old shoes
Now sit and wait
Tongues stuck out
Ain't it great
On the mountain
They once were schooled
Appearing dormant
Don't be fooled
-Tim
07/08/2017
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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 - Jul 9, 2017 - 10:55pm PT
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She called herself Pet Noir in the TV ads.
Here's a picture of her the day after she left me for Mauritz.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jul 10, 2017 - 02:47am PT
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There it is again,
my summer music, all my music is seasonally adjusted,
A cheese burger in Paridise Black Uhuru,
The JGB, and summer stock from the boys,
Noble Nobel prize winner, and Joan Armitrating , a local , so a favorite.
All are loaded up.
Hey
it is a 1st day & night that I am without my Daughter,
I know it is a bit sad of me to mention, but hey I'm toiling with it so
So I've sent her to a big mucky muck,
blue ribbon, Ivy League summer writing program.
The drop off among the other parents
and to younge to be left off girls was quite the affair.
I had planned to spend the night.
It is palace where some rocks from my past dwell,
next to where others were sent to smithereens years ago.
My plan was a midnight to dawn climbing night ,
then the story of George Wu, !? RIP,
he fell from The Through? At Tahquitz?
Or while just stashing the light stuff and water just off to the
Left or right?.. . .
No matter,
a mystery & a sad end to one of us
I pulled the plug , on the idea of the overnight,
and kissed my virgin child held her that way a father does,
cried some tears,
as we met Her Room mate ,
Madison a too to cute "Milely Type"
complete with dog collar necklace & turquoise blue boy cropped hair,
from Miami no less?
I may be get tin' my family's 1st tatt since the camps. . .
Then as I knew it was due :
Yes!?
Hello,
I have a bunch of stuff, you sir are one hard nut
,I'm not,
well ,?
not Hard anymore.
Please,
I'll make a call to see if there is still a need?
I'm not independent
one car on the road,
not a season that I climb at the Gunks in
Not very often.
No extra anything ,
but I horde the kids old almost un-used near new cloths .
We save the stuffed animals too,
though they have recently been given to a nut case rescue bitch ,
a all black, un-fixed breaded' her to near death
rescued from a puppy mill
I will wait to hear back from you John
I'm not at all interested in what went down, a busybody ? Really ?,
, I was but , ,..
and have no problem owning all I've done,
not the made up shite you flung tho
so let's try you and I again, I'm no one, I climbed hard and all the time
So I was an excellent Yo Yo, I survived Climbing with RR and he survived by my belays so
No need to go there
K?
I am a hard case
I'm my own
And my own worst
But I've missed a burst ?!
A dust between
the very mild , almost meek, in a great way Red Swami
And
The devil his own to right a ship in plight
If you say his name it comes . Is always
Lame
No joke, his is a non start
His ship to right
Apologies for this cryptic
A blight on John,
I'll look into Helping Steve by calling up
The other Richard of The store the younger not the
Octogenarian Dick um, Richard of guide book fame
I should stop in and see both given the who's who
In this dying game
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Jul 10, 2017 - 05:51am PT
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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 - Jul 10, 2017 - 07:33am PT
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To recapitulate, we were here.
And we were heading here, though at the time we were not aware of it.
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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 - Jul 10, 2017 - 07:37am PT
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RIP George Wu, one of us.
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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 - Jul 10, 2017 - 09:43am PT
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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 - Jul 10, 2017 - 10:42am PT
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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 - Jul 10, 2017 - 03:53pm PT
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There were several things that Ray could say to that.
It is the same thing that I found in my last Chinese fortune cookie.
"Elephant's Foot Umbrella Stand Fall Down Go Boom."
No fish were harmed in the taking of this photo.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jul 10, 2017 - 04:12pm PT
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I did not know George Wu,
I used to know BvBI had had plans to go off at night
to climb,
then that sad news hit ,
A climber lying dead at the base at dawn,
Fell Soling the Trough!?
RIP, George Wu
it hit me and my plans, hit hard
I ran home,
not staying overnight,
no climbing in the Happy Valley,
no climbing trip in July of 2017?
Then I went a wandering among my rocks,
I kept up the illusion that I'll climb hard again,
but oh my heart breaks,
the dirt is less valuable
as another lizard for peace has left
and in his void is a great shadow of space
And just when it fit my life*, and from 30 years on,
All raise something then lower it in reverence
The Self Proclaimed (and others echoed)
The American Legend is gone
take one
In memory of Bob van Bella!
*here is what he had to say just when I need it . . .
*"And now we arrive where we began,
another dance around the sun
and Hanna is a high school senior,
good lord,
and then off to college,
your whole life stretching ahead like a passionate covenant with the world,
the unbroken promise of beauty:
life happens so fast it leaves you breathless.
Oh parents,
confess to your little ones that their life has a life of its own and feels wholly of itself,
confide again and again to remember that life is simply not condensable;
remind them again and again and then once more again
that although nobody reads poetry anymore, everybody lives it,
the words on paper to be brought to life by the boundless susurrations of human voice,
spoken words and the humble worship of the human experience;
remember these times as when every thought is a prayer,
the marrow-deep ecstatic rapture of drawing each breath
under aching skies
a worship of the ongoing daily miracle
we must never take for granted:
having been born,
our passion and promises,
our fears and dismays,
and
at last one ordinary and unexpected day
when for one moment with all that beauty beyond comprehension
we open our eyes to rumbling jalousie,
stage lights, months of sacrifice,
the silence and expectation,
And
now a flowing cataract of light in the windows facing out
and all these unhurried human truths suddenly fall together,
one into another,
and
then another,
as when living through the script
and
the scenes the actors become themselves,
a moment when the light seems to have seen them exactly as they wish they were, and that is where will we find them,
where we find one another,
in that place beyond home
where we come like water,
and
like wind we go." —Bob van Belle7/9/17
be see in' ya' ' ( in D'A' ice cubes) suuuhr -gotd speed-
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