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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Dec 18, 2009 - 05:38pm PT
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Werner, werner, werner....
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BillO
Boulder climber
Whittier, CA
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Dec 20, 2009 - 09:28pm PT
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Slight OT note on Ken Kesey
On top of Mt. Pisgah is a monument made for Ken's son Jed Kesey and Lorenzo West who lost their lives in an Oregon Wrestling van accident. The bronze monument has two long vertical openings one of which the sun shines through on the Summer Solstice the other during the Winter Solstice. It took a team of professors from Oregon weeks to get the alignment just right....It is quite a thing to behold.
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drljefe
climber
Old Pueblo, AZ
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2009 - 02:26pm PT
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Bound to cover just a little more ground.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Dec 21, 2009 - 03:41pm PT
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and it can't stop now
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drljefe
climber
Old Pueblo, AZ
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 23, 2009 - 01:45pm PT
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BIODTL
GDTRFB
FOTD
NFA
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Dec 23, 2009 - 02:17pm PT
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i know a deadhead when i see one.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Dec 24, 2009 - 09:15am PT
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It doesn't look, like a china doll....
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cintune
climber
the Moon and Antarctica
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Dec 24, 2009 - 10:16am PT
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That's a hurdy-gurdy?
I always thought it was the thing the organ-grinders with the monkeys had.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Dec 24, 2009 - 10:22am PT
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I hadda cheat,but would not have known, otherwise
aka a Wheel fiddle...
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Bill Mc Kirgan
Trad climber
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
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the compass always points to terrapin...
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Jan 16, 2010 - 01:06pm PT
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high green chilly winds and windy vines
In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender
They're crawiling to the sun.
underfoot the ground is patched
With arms of ivy wrapped around manzanita,
Stark and shiny in the breeze.
Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and
Droop so hungry neath the sky.
William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch
No furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before.
No more time to tell how, this is the season of what,
Now is the time of returning with our thought
Jewels polished and gleaming.
Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein,
Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming.
Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll,
Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow,
Five men writing with fingers of gold,
Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale,
Three girls waiting in a foregign dominion
Riding the whalebelly, fade away in moonlight,
Sink beneath the waters to coral sands below.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Jan 16, 2010 - 01:16pm PT
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What a great photo! -the first one-I don't remember ever seeing that one.
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drljefe
climber
Old Pueblo, AZ
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 16, 2010 - 01:18pm PT
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!!!11eleven11!!!
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Bill Mc Kirgan
Trad climber
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
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Jan 16, 2010 - 01:23pm PT
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Dizzy ain't the word for the way that you're makin' me feel now
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drljefe
climber
Old Pueblo, AZ
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 16, 2010 - 01:24pm PT
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Anyone done Supplication?
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Bill Mc Kirgan
Trad climber
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
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Jan 16, 2010 - 07:24pm PT
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Tell me a lie and I will swear,
I'll swear it's true.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Jan 16, 2010 - 10:02pm PT
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i harness and explore absurd venues. physical and mental. in a domestic culture, only the absurd is worthy of our potential.
understimulated, our creative thrust is left dry-humping commonality.
you gotta go WAY out there to thrive.
that was jerry's golden attribute. he stretched expecation. his and ours.
walls in winter? sneider is there. and his soul thrives.
commuting from your lazy boy to your suv to your office chair.. you embody surrender. you are not thriving.
bring on the absurdity.
dark star - other one - st. stephen - eleven - uncle john's tease - ...does it really ever end? i mean the flow of forgiveness.
into your venue, introduce absurdity.
im there all ways. my pulse quickens and my journey to beyond hastens. but im there. trying to report..
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