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hooblie
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from out where the anecdotes roam
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Jul 21, 2017 - 08:18pm PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jul 21, 2017 - 09:44pm PT
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The Ruby-est Slippers
I've been rollin' and a rockin'
Going on week four now
Gone from Californ' to Jasper
By way of those back roads
By way of them hills bro
By way of the rivers
Just an ornery old cuss
On his way out of purgatory
O'er to heaven or hell
I don't care where I go
As long I can cry uncle
Until it becomes my home
I've been rollin' and a rockin'
Durn sixty long years now
Back and 'cross the Atlantic
Weren't gone cry too many tears now
Way by south of Albuquerque
Yon' them civil wars years now
But done hastily disowned that
On account of my brethren's fears now
And I saw JFK shot
Martin Luther and Malcom
Then Bobby and John Lennon
Where did those moon rocks all go?
Well I stood on ol' Yellowstone
And went up beneath a Glacier
Burned some sage by my teepee
Watched it melt into the sea
Dumped the silt from my pocket
Just to save it all the trouble
Held a picket 'neath a president
Before he, he, he, and he
Then the crook got off with nothin'
I found out how I was drinkin'
As my family done left me
And I smoked the last of me
Well I been rollin' and a rockin'
Across the best of our nation
And way out west up in Canada
Just to see what I could see
All the hands out there were wavin'
Wantin' something for nothing
They'd already given up everything
Yet they were just like you and me
Wantin' something back in their souls
They'd had all that time anyway
Just like Dorothy found in Oz
Like you and Elvis, and me
-bushman
07/21/2017
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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 22, 2017 - 12:06am PT
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Northeast.South.
The Detwiler smoke cloud was stagnant most of the day because of very light wind and milder temps.
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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 22, 2017 - 08:21am PT
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Props for Branden Grace.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Branden John Grace (born 20 May 1988) is a professional golfer from South Africa.
On 22nd July 2017 he became the first player in history to record a sub 63 score in a major when he recorded a 62 (8 below par) in the Open Championship at Royal Birkdale.
"Woot the Fyke, lad?"
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Jul 22, 2017 - 10:45am PT
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Morning' Mouse (barely still morning in Montana)
Hope it rains a lot and puts our the fires. We have bad smoke here, but nothing like yours.
Hope the weekend is less smoky and more fun. Cooler, too.
ff
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 22, 2017 - 12:39pm PT
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Well we wuz out walkin' the dog (in our dreams).
I still have my box.
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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 22, 2017 - 01:31pm PT
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Clean dining goes with clean climbing
Like free verse goes without any rhyming.And I went out for a short perambulation, fully cognizant of the heat pouring from the molten sky on to my T-shirt's back. It was amplified by the reflection of heat from the sidewalk...even as early as nine a.m.
So, I said to myself, "Why wait for siesta time? JUST DO IT, Nike breath."
I heard what I was saying and acted on it accordingly.
The light outdoors was SO MED that I was Jonesing for some stuffed olives, the big old Spanish kind that Boomer loved.
I settled for pita bread stuffed with tuna and shredded carrot with daikon, onion, and tomato. No basil, no oil. Straight mayo. In 'n' Outers, eat your grease-clogged hearts out.
I went easy and only had two. Or four, if you wanna count each half as one. Looking forward to desert, too, later on today. A whole peach. Or maybe that tasty-looking navel.
AND NOW,
it's siesta...
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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 22, 2017 - 08:52pm PT
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Who's counting?
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Jul 22, 2017 - 09:03pm PT
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Are there enough crows to call it a murder of crows?
ff
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Jul 22, 2017 - 09:05pm PT
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Bushman,
Ruby red slippers tapping in applause. :)
Did you stay at the Canadian Alpine Club? Their view is spectacular from the living room! Sounds as though you had a great road trip and lots of great scenery.
Yes, we are all on this journey together.
ff
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jul 22, 2017 - 10:15pm PT
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Feralfae,
You read right through me. Actually my wife, our youngest grandson, and I have been on a pilgrimage for over three weeks now, geting back home to California tomorrow. What a wild ride it's been, my first time in Canada, and to see the Canadian Rockies, plus we've been traveling through half the western states. About the Rockies, I was almost speechless. I've been writing a specific journal about the trip, more later. Thanks the compliments and for reading between the lines.
-Tim
PS
Sorry, no visit to the CAC this time.
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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 23, 2017 - 01:16am PT
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They are not ravens -- I'm pretty sure they're crows.
Just like red tomatoes aren't green ah-vah-cah-doze.
How are you able to assert your assertion, Costmix? Size? Color? Name tags?
feralfae, good question. Ask the ornithology nazi, because I don't know.
It could be any number of CROWS from a simple ninja hit squad to a genocidal war.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Jul 23, 2017 - 05:02am 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 23, 2017 - 06:22am PT
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O, give me a home where no buffalo roam
And the skies rain down halting play...
Been watching the Open Championship this morning.
The wonks in the booth brought up the 1961 tournament, won by Arnie Palmer. He was one of only six American golfers who played in it that year, and the first American to win.
The weather was atrocious in the third round and Arnie played a lot of bridge waiting for the call to return to play.[Click to View YouTube Video]
We moved here to Merced that same summer from Sacramento.
My dad, Boomer, was hooked on golf and lucked into a membership to the local country club for CHEAP (only $75/lifetime with dues and bar tab payable monthly).
And so we kids were locked into the game, watching countless hours of pro golf over the years, learning names and courses, and trying to compete with our paterfamilia (good luck!).
The Merry Mex and the hard-luck Greg Norman and the knicker-clad Payne Stewart and The Golden Bear were our family's meat and potatoes, along with Boomer's recitals of his own heroics on the links.
Play-by-play, tee to green, blah-blah-blah...Dad, just please do a TR and let it go!!!!
And then Lenna married a golf/billiards hustler who knew how to get Dad's goat on the course but who also remembered to bring a gooseberry pie, his favorite, for every holiday dinner (he owned a Heidi Pies franchise).
Golf has been berry, berry good to my family.
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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 23, 2017 - 06:27am PT
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Jul 23, 2017 - 06:50am PT
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Jul 23, 2017 - 07:07am PT
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Mouse,
You know,
Like a gaggle of geese, a crash of rhinoceroses, or a parliament of owls, there is a murder of crows. I just don't know how many crows it takes to make murder of crows.
Here's a link to all those interesting names for groups of animals:
Tim, the trip sounds wonderful. Glad you all enjoyed the Rockies. Yes, there is no place like home. :)
ff
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