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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Aug 28, 2018 - 11:20pm PT
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Mingling with the Road
Don’t try and tell me
life sometimes ain’t a bitch
For here I lie all mangled
and a crumpled in a ditch
For I never saw them coming
those rednecks in their truck
They hit me with their bumper
I went flying and threw up
Oh oh me
I’m as mangled as can be
My bicycle’s is mangled
and is hanging in a tree
Oh poor me
I’m as mangled as can be
They left me for to die now
as the buzzards circle me
“And so he met
with his timely demise
For there are no accidents
in this world, realize
And there his whole world
came closing right in
With only the wind and
the sky for a friend”
-bushman
08/28/2018
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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 - Aug 29, 2018 - 07:18am PT
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So many ways to die, so few lives...
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"Do I want to die under the wind and the sky?"
That is the question. Weather...tis nobler in the mind and all that.
Yes, little LeRoy, life is a bitch and then you got death, which is a whole different kinda bitch, see. Can't make it plainer than that. I knew an old boy went through life with the caps lock button locked down and never knew the difference till just before he died. It threw him, when he found out, lemme tellya.
He was a friend of my uncle Lemmy's. You remember my uncle, right?
Yeah, I think so. He the one lost his house in a fire?
That's him. The story was in the papers and on TV. He was burning a pile of stough in his yard. And he goes inside for lemonade and opens the sink cabinet to toss something in the trash and this rat's in the bottom scarfin' on a chicken bone.
The rat'd been drivin' Lemmy nuts for months, livin' in the walls and in the attic, runnin' around at all hours. He was loud, too. Sounded like he wore combat boots or somethin'.
So Lemmy grabbs a rollin' pin and does a number on that bastard. Beats him to death, then he takes it outside and tosses his ass on the fire.
But the rat isn't dead, man! The heat brings him around. He jumps off the pile of burning stough and dashes back into the house. Except now his fur's afire. Lemmy can't stop him and he gets into the wall space.
He ignites the insulation. Some of the place burns up, some burns down,
and Lemmy had to go live with his kid.
True story. Lemmy coulda died, see. That's my only point. But who wants to die because of a rat?
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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 - Aug 29, 2018 - 08:31am PT
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Aug 29, 2018 - 08:58am PT
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I climbed Grizzly dome quite a bit T. Not many of us doing that in those days. There were also some big slabs just down river from there. I recall some bolts and runouts. We lived in Chico from 72 through 75... lots of acid drops and naked hippie swimming in Bidwell Creek! I also got to know Bob Henley pretty good. ( of Henley Quits fame). Climbed with him quite a bit. Pretty cool guy. I wonder if he’s still around. I almost fell to my death on bald rock dome once. It’s about as close as I ever came. Covered many miles hitchhiking from Chico to the valley. Those were definitely some youthful carefree days.... kind of like now minus the youthful part!
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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 - Aug 29, 2018 - 10:31am PT
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One of my great-nieces.
She has her own sewing thread, ha ha.
And a pretty smile like her mom, Alyssa.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Aug 29, 2018 - 10:42am PT
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Michele used to fly with these two.
She was also the first one (hand picked by the Pres) to strike this pose. The Bull has managed to misplace the only known copy of the photo.
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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 - Aug 29, 2018 - 11:42am PT
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Aug 29, 2018 - 11:52am PT
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Yes Tad. I got a BA in fine arts. Actually managed to make a living off of making art. The art apartment was the center of lots of weird activity in those days. The ceramics people were most unique. Also, the art department building and a few others had excellent face climbing on old rugged bricks.
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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 - Aug 29, 2018 - 12:06pm PT
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Here's a video especially for neebee whose story about "rhubarb" was most entertaining. See it on her FB page.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Now it's just a dang shame these sound effects are virtually impossible to replicate via ASL. But then I can't read ASL, either, so I lost a whole lot in non-translation when watching neebee's video. It all evens out, mostly, it seems in general.
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