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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 30, 2017 - 12:31am PT
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Jeff and I sat at the kitchen table with Malcolm, who's now 75 and seems fit as a fiddle. Patty's healthy, too, and happy to be back at the hill after the evac.
She gave me an email address for Gypsy, as they were close pals at one time.
Malcolm worked at the Yosemite PO, knew the locals and some climbers, so was a peripheral player in the Valley Scene, as it might have been called by some hipster, but not by me, certainly. There was no "scene," just folks livin'.
And Malcolm has always been "just folks," nawmean?
Dingus, I figure if we'd gone to Bagby Jeff might as well not have come down to visit. He'd have been practically home again, living, as he does, in Greeley Hill, where the population is just right and the elevation is perfect.
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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 - Oct 30, 2017 - 07:23am 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 - Oct 30, 2017 - 04:59pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Oct 30, 2017 - 07:22pm PT
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DdM
I don't know, maybe it was the roses.
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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 - Oct 30, 2017 - 08:20pm PT
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Slow down, said the snail.
Try it under sail.
Sailing is like jail,
with the chance of drowning.
https://issuu.com/dstart/docs/only_planet_book_p1
Might take a while to read. Is it worth it? You be the judge. I'm just starting.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Oct 30, 2017 - 09:02pm PT
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Cool idea but won't work for me on a small screen
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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 - Oct 30, 2017 - 09:10pm PT
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Sorry, z, din't real eyes.
Valencia, Esp.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Las Fallas, the largest street party in Europe.
You knew there was only one thing Ray could say...
"Buy the book instead."
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Oct 30, 2017 - 09:40pm PT
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I usually start with the library before I use any of my Colt .45 funds on reading matter(z)
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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 - Oct 31, 2017 - 03:49am PT
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You boozoo, you.
A new route on Fisher Towers put up by Plaidman, after God knows how many hours of sweaty, grinding work.
It is called "Line In the Sand."
Ah, yes, Major Travis. Col. Bowie. Davey Crockett. The Alamo.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Oct 31, 2017 - 06:45am PT
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The Hollow Being
I came home late
One October moon
And slunk exhausted
To my room
The house was sweltering
By the dawn
As I stared out at
The unmowed lawn
Work had been work
And carried on
Now three long years
Since she had gone
The kitchen shelves
Were spare and dusty
The refrigerator
Was bare and musty
With only a jar
Of olives there
And I walked about
With an empty stare
The argument
That we last had
Precipitous
Of a love gone bad
I went back to sleep
And dreamed of her
The soft caress
And long black hair
The lilting sounds
Of her sweet voice
And waking with
Eyes teared and moist
I slammed my fist
Onto the bed
Not rectified by
What dreams had said
The odd thing was
I knew not when
My job would call
Or where they'd send
Me for my many
Varied tasks
What precisely I did
Now you might ask
It mattered not now
I did not care
As the glass mirrored
My vacant stare
Days came and went
The TV said
That Halloween
Was up ahead
I put some candy
In a bowl
And left it by
The vestibule
But no one knocked
No trick treaters came
'Twas just as well
And all the same
As I shuffled about
This empty place
I wore a grimace
On my face
I hadn't thirsted
Or eaten a bite
And noticed then
My fingers white
With pants that hung
Loose on my hips
As I dryly sighed
Through my parched lips
On our first date
I'd brought her flowers
As time stood still
For all those hours
She was my only love
Would always be
And for her then
I'd do anything
Now that she's gone
I have shrunken in
Unwilling to heal
My only sin
So now I dwell
Less than half alive
With no future goals
For to live or strive
Here I'll diminish
Until I'm gone
While the world continues
A grinding on
This house a tomb
For an empty heart
Where our sacred love
Was torn apart
-bushman
10/31/2017
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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 - Oct 31, 2017 - 06:59am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Oct 31, 2017 - 02:49pm PT
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Did not know they took phone orders!
My most fun schlepp was U Utah Bruce Phillips from Irvine to Santa Monica McCabes.
Castaneda had his own car, a VW. I think Rosemary rode in it.
Can't recall the details now, but he (Carlos, not Bruce) had an interesting tale of Yanqui powers about driving that thing around in the parking structure and who\what he saw there.
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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 - Oct 31, 2017 - 06:08pm PT
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Dingus, as I said at the top, slow down.
Travel by air? Way too fast and you never see a thing (you'll see lots of surface, but it's just the surface and the horizon, tells you nothing you need to know either way except the horizon is so distant you need not think about it much).
Travel by motorcar or train? Still too fast to gain any understanding of the place you are traversing or the people who live there (thought you may have an interesting conversation with the person in the seat next to you--how often does THAT happen?).
Travel on a bike and you still miss a lot (got to stay on schedule--so many miles in the morning, so many in the afternoon).
Walking, now there's the ticket (almost nothing escapes your notice).
And I'm even slower than most, so I win! :0)
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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 - Oct 31, 2017 - 09:03pm PT
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http://publications.americanalpineclub.org/articles/12197327600/Alpine-Rock-Climbs-in-California
Auger, Rowell, Harding, Farrell, Knauth, et al. on Keeler Needle and Mt. Whitney and other peaks. 1972/winter.
Warren was last and he took a long time. Although we couldn't see him beneath the overhang, we could hear his labored breathing.
It was his first serious climb in almost a year and he was out of shape. Even after he shattered his leg in a pedestrian collision with a truck, his resilient physique allowed him to limp past me on a long hike with heavy loads less than a year later.
Now, three years of relative inactivity (except for a few isolated efforts, such as El Cap, Kolana Rock and Half Dome) were catching up to him.
Even though Tim and I were moving faster and with less effort, we recognized that our motive power was youthful energy and Warren’s was inner fortitude. When our energy ran out, Warren would still be coming up the grade in a lower gear.
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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 - Oct 31, 2017 - 10:13pm PT
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Randomness is its own reward.
"Fortuitously," I landed on April 2, 2016, poking around in the Rat Files.
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