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Jaybro
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Wolf City, Wyoming
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Gary
Social climber
Where in the hell is Major Kong?
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Oh, man, no pictures to document it. :-(
But finally the Matrix met its match on the New Dixie Mine Road. Sand was the culprit, 4 miles in from nowhere.
OK, so the right front is buried up to the hub in sand, the left front is situated in the perfect rock formation so that the tire has a chock in the front and back, and the left rear tire is two feet in the air.
Efforts to dig out the right front and give it some traction were fruitless, it just kept digging in deeper, which kept raising the left rear even higher.
Managed to find a way to jack the left front and place flat rocks under the tire thus eliminating the chock effect. That did the trick.
We must have spent an hour getting out of there, and didn't think once of getting some pics.
Yes, I'm an idiot, no shovel, etc. But the Matrix had gotten us in to some pretty gnarly spots.
Anybody know where I can get a good Tacoma 4x4 cheap? Some guy at Carmax wants to sell me a 2006 for $24,000.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 10, 2016 - 09:49am PT
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hooblie
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from out where the anecdotes roam
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Apr 10, 2016 - 07:36pm PT
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EdwardT
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Retired
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Apr 14, 2016 - 01:59pm PT
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cyndiebransford
climber
Kenai Peninsula, Alaska
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Apr 17, 2016 - 05:06pm PT
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Skilak Loop Road, Kenai Peninsula. One of the most picturesque dirt roads around.
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StahlBro
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Apr 17, 2016 - 05:20pm PT
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Apr 24, 2016 - 03:41am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 27, 2016 - 07:21am PT
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BUMPin' the brave cowboy's thread,
I've tried to apologize for foolishness that was snide
But I get that it was way way off route and not cute to boot.
Also, bumpin' :
For a landscape painters dream thread
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justthemaid
climber
Jim Henson's Basement
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Owens Dry Lake Bed
Yup- pretty boring
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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thebravecowboy
climber
The Good Places
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Topic Author's Reply - May 1, 2016 - 09:10am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Older shots from 1983 & earlier.
If I had had a son, I may have named him Brautigan Lee Bermingham, a fine-sounding name. Unfortunately for him, I did not.
--MFM
In Confederate General from Big Sur, as in much of his work, Brautigan frequently alludes to classics of American literature. When Lee Mellon taps the gas lines of Pacific Gas and Electric, he is paralleling the actions of Ralph Ellison's unnamed protagonist in Invisible Man (1952). Mellon's impoverished encampment at Big Sur is in many ways a parodic revision of Thoreau at Walden Pond. References to earlier American literary rebels are spelled out in the novel: Mellon was raised in Ashville, North Carolina, the birthplace of Thomas Wolfe, and at one point in the novel Henry Miller is observed waiting outside his Big Sur home for the mail delivery.--from a short critique of Confederate General from Big Sur in Bookrags
I've been listening to this as I worked on this post and may keep it going till the tide runs the other way.
Thanks for this one, neebee.
http://youtu.be/YhEyQm5WKOU
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hooblie
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from out where the anecdotes roam
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Bixby's Landing
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down
here in an iron car
On a long cable; here the ships warped in
And took their loads from the engine, the water
is deep to the cliff. The car
Hangs half way over in the gape of the gorge,
Stationed like a north star above the peaks of
the redwoods, iron perch
For the little red hawks when they cease from
hovering
When they've struck prey; the spider's fling of a
cable rust-glued to the pulleys.
The laborers are gone, but what a good multitude
Is here in return: the rich-lichened rock, the
rose-tipped stone-crop, the constant
Ocean's voices, the cloud-lighted space.
The kilns are cold on the hill but here in the
rust of the broken boiler
Quick lizards lighten, and a rattle-snake flows
Down the cracked masonry, over the crumbled
fire-brick. In the rotting timbers
And roofless platforms all the free companies
Of windy grasses have root and make seed; wild
buckwheat blooms in the fat
Weather-slacked lime from the bursted barrels.
Two duckhawks darting in the sky of their cliff-hung
nest are the voice of the headland.
Wine-hearted solitude, our mother the wilderness,
Men's failures are often as beautiful as men's
triumphs, but your returnings
Are even more precious than your first presence.
-robinson jeffers
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Lurkingtard
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Ran into some wranglers on this dusty road.
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SC seagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz, Moab, A sailboat, or some time zone
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Susan
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