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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 - May 15, 2018 - 06:02am PT
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good morning -- there are turkeys up here (and everywhere)
that bygge byrd of mine is a red-shouldered hawk btw
I have yet to SEE a turkey but this week their calls are closer -- there are too many trees to get a shot so I may need to stalk them
call me Cabela Boy
(or Eddie McBean)
Weather Gal is calling for T-storms along the Sierra crest this aft
see you later
have a good day
Dingus, if you're ever in the hood, my phone # is posted on the OP.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 15, 2018 - 03:17pm PT
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Per favore non dare la colpa a Cosa Nostra
Sitting in
my yard today
eye level with
the blades of grass
An ant lumbers
towards me
Crawling up my nose
I sneeze
and where the ant goes
I don’t know
A gentle breeze it
blows my way
If I could catch that
passing cloud
and tie a rope
around it’s tail
a rescue that would
make my day
But I stay buried
to my neck
in setting concrete
wishing at
the very least
I’d paid my debt
-bushman
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 16, 2018 - 11:19pm PT
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Ives was Channeling Me Again
(3 pounds of meat, and 80% water)
I was out there
Working the south line
On tower sixty four
In the upper canyon
When the rains came
And the lightning
And I asked myself
Is this a wise thing?
Hanging it all out there
The smell of burnt hair
And the ozone
Still it wasn’t clear
When my heart had stopped
Arriving at the ER
I didn’t recognize my face
Or the voice that came
Out of my throat
Ives had made it clear
I didn’t belong here
Said it was not my choice
Using his name
Taking his place in the world
Who was I to think
It was ever going to be OK
As if my sanity in this world
Shamed and visceral
Would let me off the hook
So with a Vulcan nerve pinch
I checked out of the hospital room
Back to Tower 64
I swear I don’t remember
Ives says I stood out in the rain
Crying that his name
Was not my own
Waiting for the thunder
My family doesn’t know me
I’ve no memories or passwords
Pretending I belong here
As someone I don’t know
If you see me up there
On tower 64
I was only never lonely
It’s been way too long
Now these arteries and iron grip
Remind me I was Ives the master
-bushman
Really miss that Mouse here (Mouth kut ear)...though he is much needed at Jim’s Memorial.
RIP J. Bridwell, Yosemite Rock Master.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 17, 2018 - 09:41pm PT
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hey there say...
just update... will post the other star charts, soon as i can...
did not forget... :)
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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 - May 22, 2018 - 08:03am 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 - May 22, 2018 - 08:20am PT
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howdy! sure had a good time at JB's memorial gig.
Thanks for the lift, Tad.
At Yellow Pine CG Saturday a.m.It's been fun.
Bye.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 24, 2018 - 05:33am PT
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Held in Eternity’s Reserve
Heart to say
what I will feel
Heart to see
what’s in the deal
Heart to know
but if I fail
Heartly would it be
worth it after all
And when I die
don’t mourn for me
Don’t shed your tears
for where I’ll be
To oblivion
for eternity
Untethered weightless
flying free
Heart to say
what I would feel
Heart to see
what’s ethereal
Heart to imagine
you’d still call
For I heartly knew
you after all
-bushman
05/24/2018
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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 - May 24, 2018 - 06:57am PT
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"The Bird Has Flown"
On every street and in every alley
From Tahquitz Rock to Yosemite Valley,
On Earth, in Heaven, and down into Hell,
All know the name of the late Jim Bridwell.
They tell tales of his every foray:
From the Moose's Tooth to Cerro Torre,
From Half Dome's and El Capitan's walls,
To the death rappels down Angel Falls.
Unspeakable risks and objective dangers,
Encounters with belligerent rangers,
Psychedelic journeys to cosmic places,
He challenged them all and came up aces.
Stricken at the end of his life,
In the bosom of friends and loyal wife,
He never gave in and he never quit,
He thought that he'd simply get over it.
But this is not the end of his story,
Though now he's off and bound for glory.
In his New Dimension may he peacefully abide,
And in his earthly life take quiet pride.
--Mouse from Merced
Adios, Jim!
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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May 24, 2018 - 07:43am PT
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nice, mouse ...
edit: happy, happy bebot
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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May 24, 2018 - 08:09am PT
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happy bday old buddy
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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May 24, 2018 - 03:47pm PT
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Happy Day ! It seems again another trip ('round the sun) is exhausted Sunshine Day DreamShe can Hula on a Lilly pad
a lyric that never made the Sugar Magnolia team
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 24, 2018 - 09:04pm PT
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I remember the Fifties and Sixties OK
Jury is still out on the Seventies
Skate on thru to the other side
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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May 29, 2018 - 05:49am PT
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Burdens
I’ve thought about chains
And I’ve thought about burdens
Thought the guy in the window
Was Yakov Smirnoff
I’ve talked about sacrifice
Devotion and pain
But some might have thought
That I was just showing’ off
I’ve wondered about irony
Serendipity and luck
Played the double line chicken
When one of us veered off
Has this life has been paid for
By ghosts from the grave?
On the surface of Sol
Is it starting to rain?
I’ve been grasping at straws
Since I crawled on all fours
Lost in reflections
‘Til the full moon has waned
Six thousand thirty three
Days ‘til I die
That’s what they’ve told me
So long so long
In the blink of an eye
Days weeks and years now
No reprieve for the wicked
The weary the wrong
I’ve thought about the nations
The planets the stars
And the universe...wait
Was that Yakov Smirnoff?
All this begs the question
Was I written into life
Or whelped into existence?
This desk must need clearing off
-bushman
05/29/2018
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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May 29, 2018 - 08:14am PT
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& Skate the copping in'ny San'Monica pool... ( n0n DogT0wn,Cruz'ya SonnyB)
sweet powder for some sour sauce, when in need
steamroller of a roller-coaster in deed
its - sweet o'sour. . .
what'll staunch a clove of garlic suffering thirst,
in a pinch.
Then Whyknott? for whatknott
I don't think there is a consensus on when a rope is to old, you can tell by the "hand" or feel.
Back when ropes were braided three strand cord with no sheath, My farther used to say " Don't Step On The Rope! This is your Lifeline, treat it like it is & it will last a life time."
Back then when you had a braided three strand cord, stepping on the rope cost you, push-ups & sit-ups, don't step on the rope.
I've still have and use an old length of gold line that he bought in 1968. Its like a fuzzy snake, stiff & stretchy at the same time. It is amazing to try to work a climb with old gear.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 29, 2018 - 07:25pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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May 30, 2018 - 04:33pm PT
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Pretty sure it's not Michele Nita or Peggy!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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351315?no 531315! dyslexic poster geezer just stopping by to see
So sad to see
Desolation Row
huh
it fits
as the season of sun 'n rock finds us
It is a turpid taco,
sitting in the sun has done nothing,
but dry out the place
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