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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Mar 24, 2013 - 12:17am PT
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Everybody knows this is nowhere
but
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 12:36am PT
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Thanks, Ron.
Ron Kauk, ladies and gentlemen.
I was lamely wondering and wandering on Main ST. in search of whatever came and I got shots of the moon.
They weren't great, but I didn't know my best shots were waiting just in the same block. While I was wandering, ROK was in the MCAC discussing the sacred.
Just what I was saying, right, neebee?
In nature's way
everything is
talking, and
we just need to
remember how
to listen and
respect.
This is going to take some time to digest, settle, and be absorbed as spirit food. It was a fact I missed the presentation, the slides, the lecture. Spare me o christ. I made it to the after-party and started asking questions, dumber than snot, but found Ron and put it to him, WTH, Bro? We'd never met. We seemed to be in agreement. Kids need mountains and hills and seashores and trees and rocks and sand to expand and grow grand. That's basically it.
I've done my part by giving. I suggest you find the opportunity to help ROK the planet, the moon, and the stars.
You can't afford to ignore opportunity.
In mysterious ways, he muses, the universe expands to incorporate. Why souldn't you?
It's all over now, BABY BLUE.
Here. Have a think about how you got where you were ready.
http://sacredrok.org/about-ron-kauk/
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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Mar 24, 2013 - 12:47am PT
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Fun!
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 01:09am PT
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It's the bottom of some dumb watervall.
The wind died completely tonight.
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splitter
Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane ~:~
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Mar 24, 2013 - 01:42am PT
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I have many fond memories of my all day excursions, which involved leaving my tent well before sunrise and sitting out in front of the old gas station next to C4, and hitching a ride to Merced with the high hopes of making it there before my 8:00 AM appointment. They always scheduled me for one of the earliest slots, on purpose, I am certain of that.
My address was general delivery Merced, but I was living in C4. I traveled there every two weeks for the $32.00 check, which was my sole form of support. That was the Spring of '74, and I, like Royal Robbins before me, had determined to totally commit my life to climbing (lol).
It was an all day trip, and I would generally arrive back to the Valley just as the sun was nearing the western horizon. But it would usually include a dip in the Merced, which one time included a VW bus full of hippie chicks (4-5) from somewhere, who were on their way to some preset destination / campground partway up to TM (forget the name of it). They all shed their cloths without the slightest discussion nor hesitation and I followed suit...or, I should say, I followed suitless. ;)
That is one of my fonder memories, although I was a little disapointed when they didn't respond in the slightest to my hints about how I wouldn't mind joining them.
Another time, I recall this one dude followed me in his car for a block or two as I walked along the sidewalk early on morning. All the while trying to convince me that the gold watch he was wearing was just that, solid gold, and how I could be the proud owner of it for X amount of dollars, which I didn't have and had absolutely no in interest in anyway. But, I must admit, he was pretty damn convincing of how he really didn't want to part with it, but was in dire need of money. I think he was asking something like $30 bucks, and always wondered if I had passed up the deal of a lifetime.
Then there was this one guy, around my age (24) whom linked up with me while I was hitching back to Yose at the edge of town that talked nonstop about Jefferson Airplanes new lineup and band Jefferson Starship. Which, he was convinced, was here from outer space and was going to take all the fans (& hip peeps in general i think) back to some planet and it would be an extended Woodstock type celebration. About all I contributed to the conversation was an occasional "Cool" or a "Far out, man".
I put up with a lot of crap from those peeps at the Employment Office. They would spring all kinds of trick questions, etc! One lady simply asked, "Have your ears popped yet." with a smug look on her face, and she didn't even bother to wait for an answer.
She was saying, in other words, "We know you are coming down here from Yosemite, you damn bum. And have made an absolutely zilch effort to find a job."
But it was always a fun journey, with interesting people and beautiful country which followed along the same path that Muir once took (i believe) when he herded the sheep that he was tending to higher and higher ground.
Perhaps we crossed paths, Mouse.
edit: I believe $32 would probably buy about the same amount of goods that $150 would today (if you take into account inflation). But, that is only generally speaking. Because I recall that the Mountain Shop in Yose, where I eventually went to work (once my unemployment ran out) was selling Edelrid ropes for $100. That would have been equivalent to around $500 today! Yikes!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 02:18am PT
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Deal of a Lifetime. I, 5.10.
FA John Timex, Skip Mee
I John/5:10abcd
Everybody who believes in the Son of God
has this testimony inside him; and anyone who will not believe God
is making God out to be a liar,
because he has not tursted(?)
the testimony God has given about his Son.
Roper's jealous. Nice post, Splitter. BAAAD-ASS Dirtbaggerer from back in the Way. You were tryin' to live in the truth & light.
God's blessed you with some gifts, bro. Show up more often.
"Ears popped?" Bwa, etc.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(?) Tursted id a midspelling. Srry.
Don't look it up in the Urban Dictionary, I swear, don't do it!
http://sacredrok.org/
"Climb of a Lifetime."
It's strange to see an event going on in your own dang space
That you never even heard was going to take place.
As Gomer said, "Surprise, surprise, surprise!"
I didn't believe my eyes.
Lord, what a day you've made...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 24, 2013 - 07:04am PT
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hey there say, mouse... oh my... the pics this time, are taking longer to load... will have to come back and see everything...
will try again, on sunday night...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 04:09pm PT
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These are the bare bones of what the ROK project's about.
These are some of the folks who deserve mention.Are the days of "Bad Boys" over?
A long time ago.
Cue the Kinks again, if you feel the need.
If you are
A Long Way from Home
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_G1UeoX7hE
I'm not and in a way I am. Two places. One guy.
Two guys. One place.
He does cracks.
I do face.
Two guys in the human race.
Monkey men from bad little boys.
Cue the STones.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 04:28pm PT
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Monkey-Mouse-Shines-Mao's-Shoes-Atop-Tar-King.
All pics pigs inc.
Encouraged by Mao, led by Mao, Mao by Mouse. Community communism. Selective collective living.
Long-March-Up-Snake's-Back-Yields-Security-For-The-Masses-In-Conga-Line.
Fist there is a Mao Tse-Tung, then there is no mo Mao Tse-Tung, then there is.
Totalitarian-Rule-Kills-Smokers-And-Non-Smokers-Alike.
How do you say semper farcissimus in Mandarin?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 24, 2013 - 11:39pm PT
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Encore encore.
Well, it's about having fun and that was fun.
Tomorrow comes early, though.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 25, 2013 - 08:41am PT
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Tomorrow comes even earlier here--why it is here already
but spring is not
supposed to snow for the next 2 or 3 days and the high today will be 32 degrees
lovely
so here I sit drinking coffee and trying to stay warm
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Mar 25, 2013 - 11:22pm PT
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one of the most beautiful songs in the world is sung by the meadowlark
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 26, 2013 - 12:00am PT
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I have loved meadow larks ever since Sacramento in the
50s, gong to school each morning.
Alpine start. Alpine start.
Never happened!! Whatchoo sayin'? What is goin' throuh my head is a bunch of guys layin' in bed.
Won't get up till they've been fed.
Time was in Camp 4, you'd open the tent dooer and smell Camp 4--Cawfee!
And it often took the place of the challenge.
We'd end up boogerin' the day away.
Yeah. Listening to
Weight!
http://www.wimp.com/campingout/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTUi9l84fRw
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mar 26, 2013 - 01:10am PT
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Did I mention I HATE alpine starts? So why did I subject my fragile
psyche to so many? Or was that 'sposed to read 'psycho'?
There ain't even a flippin' moon fer heaven sakes!
And crap was it cold! (Jan @ 10,000' on Rainier)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 26, 2013 - 01:43am PT
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Dang, Reilly, it was worth it for as long as you took to get back into the sack!
Heroes do with no cawfee!
Shoulda, couldn't, woulda had we a guide. Jist o' Jim and Dillis. Occasionaly Lloyd. The Bros. Bircheff.
No concerted efforts on our part, just relying on, "I took along a real rack."
"Well, should we use just pins or just nuts?"
Cryptic answers, all we got, except from Lloyd. He had a license.
wimp.com "Climbing tools--the piton." Suggested dideo.
That's the wimp. Sorry. A4, let's go to the cawfee shop.
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