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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 - Sep 7, 2017 - 11:41pm PT
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Move on along, folks.
Nothing to see here.
Please don't make a scene.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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groan
To the victors go the spoils
Said to Victor with his boils
Who drew pictographs in oils
For 'twas nought for all his toils
He was Victor to his foils
-b
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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 - Sep 8, 2017 - 05:38am PT
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There was a large, prosperous laundry in the East Bay called Victor Laundry.
"To Victor go the soils" was their catch-phrase, painted on all their trucks and vans.
We sat there in old Dan O'Doyle's
With two worn and haggard-looking goils
Mine, Patty, wore a string of poils
His, Liddy, wore her hair in coils.
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We gladly paid them for their toils.
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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 - Sep 8, 2017 - 06:28am PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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beware of the known universe
There is more to worry about than worrying
There is more to accept than acceptance
There is more to reject than rejection
There is more to nothing than nothingness
There is more happening than happenstance
Take the high road take the low
Take the fast train take the slow
Take the Oz road with the yellow bricks
Taking on more than you know
Take the odd not what you know
There are more than sights to see
There are more to seas than they are deep
There is more to everything than what we know
There is more to moonbeams on the snow
There are more to dreams than when we sleep
Cross the path down through the trees
Cross the mountains feel the breeze
Cross your fingers not your toes
Crossing everyone that's how it goes
Crossing everything you know
-bushman
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Tim Bermingham
Mountain climber
Jamestown, California. U.S.A.
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hey Mouse bro, that 15 acres closed. Boomer & Bobby Lee's Road Ranger set up.
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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 - Sep 8, 2017 - 10:21am PT
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Wow! The Pahrump Pleasure Palace re-opened in Jamestown!
Looks like a real oasis, bro. That the same spot where you parked the camper?
Here's what them poor Throwpies are having to occupy.Please pass the Grey Poupon.
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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 - Sep 8, 2017 - 10:38am 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 - Sep 8, 2017 - 10:58am PT
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Tim Bermingham
Mountain climber
Jamestown, California. U.S.A.
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15 acres that other property I showed you. not where I had my cabover camper. upstream on Table Mt. about a mile.
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Don Lauria
Trad climber
Bishop, CA
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Mouse, thought I recognized ML back there in the yellow auto, but then the Grey Poupon showed up. Now I'm not sure. I have a photo similar to the "yellow" one. I'll post it up if I can find 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 - Sep 8, 2017 - 02:36pm PT
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Sharp eyes, Don. That's Jeffie Stubbs in the driver's seat.
Boy, do I like mustard!
Leningrad 2016.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Paging Dr. Monroe
It was a pleasant drive that day
Between Ione and Lake Comanche
And I was thinking about this psychiatrist
Who had helped a friend of mine
Probably was me had you been thinking
But no this friend of whom I speak
He had some very serious issues
That's when my mind got distracted
As I was driving down that road
Suddenly I swerved to miss a squirrel
And I drove right through a vineyard
Then back over across the highway
And down a ravine through scrubby olives
Of course that's when my car flipped
A couple times back to its wheels
I had banged my head real good
Bells rang but otherwise I believed
I was unhurt though realized
I left my phone back at home
The highway shoulder was too narrow
So I walked some railroad tracks
Adjacent for a mile or two
And lost track of the highway
But didn't notice as the time passed
And I watched the brilliant sunset
As I walked alone
I heard the wind blow
As the trees swayed
And though I thought I was by myself
But I felt a strange presence
I turned my head to look behind
Something fleeting caught my eye
In the blackness of the night
It was a shadow within a shadow
As it followed back behind
When I stopped it did also
When I resumed it did in kind
It was unrecognizable in the darkness
And a chill went up my spine
The poker chips were falling
The cards were shuffling in my mind
I quickened my pace
What the hell I thought to myself
I turned quickly and ran toward it
Nothing was there surprisingly
So I continued heading back to
My broken auto in despair
Someone sat behind the wheel
In the shadows it wore my goofy smile
So I stuck my hand in the empty window
I waved my hand across its face
It's eyes stared vacantly
It did not notice my hand at all
As I thought disgustedly
What the hell I then exclaimed
I had deduced it was my specter
So I wrenched the broken door off
And went to grab the specter's arm
But my hands passed through emptiness
What trickery I thought
And resigning myself to fate
I plopped down in the apparition
And woke to see flashing lights
As paramedics attended to me
And slid me gently on a backboard
Reassuringly they spoke to me
That no one else was there but me
They said I had a pretty serious accident
And they were taking me to the hospital
Where I could get that head looked at
So I lie here in my room
As the nurses come and go
Waiting for there to be another visit
For my friend who knows a head shrinker
The auspicious Dr. Monroe
-bushman
09/07/2017
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Names have been changed to protect the maleficent… Guess that rules you out, Dingus.
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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 - Sep 8, 2017 - 04:22pm PT
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See the weekend Flames supplement, On Fire, which highlights model citizens of ST.
Revell in the smell of Duco.
Learn how to sniff airplane dope quietly in the comfort of your own garage.
Tips from Locker!!!!!!!
Freaky frequencies to avoid with your homemade drones.
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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 - Sep 8, 2017 - 04:42pm PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nice, Tad...
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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 - Sep 8, 2017 - 11:42pm PT
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Lee's Ferry.
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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 - Sep 9, 2017 - 12:10am PT
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Virgin River gorge -- all Interstate.
Wee bit of choss.
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