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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 29, 2013 - 01:16am PT
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He's giving the F-I-S-H cheer in Sumatran Alphabetic Body Language.
Gimme an F!
This is me wondering what can possibly go wrong.
Gimme an I!
This is Sentinel, without sentiment.
Gimme and S!
Looking down on another valley from a much HIGHER spot.
Gimme an H!
What's that spell?
Bukit lawang! It looks like "fish," though. It's silly, but the language was created by an Irishman who came to live in Sumatra. He was afraid of tarantulas, BTW.
http://sites.google.com/site/asianarboreals/cyriopagopussp.%22sumatrantiger%22
Distribution:
Somewhere in West Sumatra.
So Ron, STFA from W. Sumatra. I plan on it. I'd rather drink it than go there.
I now felt I had really become a mountain climber. The east face of Mount Whitney was what all my early reading had prepared me for: a real wall in the high mountains. When I started climbing I had, in my mind’s eye, targeted mountains. I had progressed from Stoney Point to Tahquitz, then Yosemite, and now the Palisades and Whitney. From here, I thought it would be just another step to the Alps, the Andes, and the Himalayas: the big peaks. But those mountains were very far away, and I didn’t know how to reach them. I knew it took a lot of money, and I didn’t have any. But I had a thumb, and one of the world's best climbing areas was only a few hours away.--Royal Robbins, Fail Falling
to the SCSeagoat--
I hope you enjoyed the short visit you had in Yosemite. Thanks for your support for our eclecticism and obscurity here. Middle Earthlings are just this way, in large part. Right, zBrown?
I had hoped I could say that you ain't seen nothin' yet, but the more I learn of you, in various threads, I am not so sure of that at all!
I have plans for the morrow.
What could possibly go wrong?
See ya at the movies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 29, 2013 - 02:36am PT
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To Billyboots--
I just found this photo on a photo search for Jerry Coe. I don't know a thing, just that he's not around these parts. I've looked.The mysterious Fresnan J. Coe, formerly a RCS guy.
Worked for the State Conservation Corps.
Lived in Murphys, CA.
Kept bees.
Licked his honey.
Married to Renee.
Divorced from Renee.
Possible removal to Tierra del Fuego?
Dream of crossing the Andes and kayaking to the sea.
Ah, these chickie-babies...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 29, 2013 - 03:28pm PT
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One of the contingencies we had to plan for. The mouse-kat-terrors:
Athos, Portos, D'Artagnan, Aramis - I really had no idea that D'Artagnan and Aramis were twins, but the camera does not lie.
If die mouse sayz it - it must be so, but I thought this show was acoustic, not eclectic.
Hope nobody boos.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
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Apr 29, 2013 - 09:41pm PT
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I'm a little late to the party...but speaking of Zeros...
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Janglin'...a good tune for your musings and wanderings, Mouse...
A Mouse with a heart of gold.
A giving heart, so beautiful...tears fell from my eyes reading about the 93d... and onto the pages of history...yet to be lived.
He's mad as Hell at me for something...something I'm to have figured out by now. Or perhaps something that is in front of me that I have yet to realize or put together. I wish I could set his spirit free...I just...don't...know...how...
If only you, and Neebs, and LostinShanghai knew how much I appreciate how much love you've shown me. <3
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 05:49am PT
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Trip Report (sub-topic).
"Sentinella."
Another quick but exhausting day trip on the YARTS bus from Merced.
Mark Morrison, the lead driver for the YARTS Merced/Yosemite run since the eighties, is back from his semi-annual return to Sow Thafreeka. I met Mark, a rock climber too, in the eighties at Mark Tuttle's climbing/backpacking/biking store downtown. (It's no longer operating as TOE retail, but TOE is a wholesale brand of packs and things.
Mark M. participated in the Cape Argus bike race, the largest of all timed races. It folows a rugged route on SA's "Cape Coast," you might call it. they get several thousand entrants yearly.
Here's a video.
Here's a map of the course.
Mark has completed all twelve he's entered. He bikes constantly here, and when I asked who he rides with, he said, "Alone. Kevin (owner of the local bike emporium) and his group ride to Snelling on the same boring run three times a week. I want none of that. I ride Bear creek out to Planada and Cunningham road to Le Grand and then over to Plainsburg." (more or less)
He told me he fell downclimbing Positively 4th STreet, too, several years back, and that's on top of having had his knee crushed by a car, spending two years rehabbing on crutches from that one. He fell on the easier 5.7 moves at the bottom, and had been soloing P4S for years when he had down time waiting for the return to Merced on his bus. He hobbled back to the bus from Middle Bro (there's a place to park the bus across the street from the toe of Little Brother, Believe It or Not!), drove it to pick up his returning passengers and drove them to Merced, then went to the hospital.
It's hard, he said, to get a partner in the afternoon, even on a daily basis. He climbed with Mark Tuttle because they both lived in Merced at that time. He's also climbed with Ron Skelton from El Portal, I think. Mark M. is a hardman and I will thank him for the rides here in public.
Mark, for what it's worth, thanks.
Mark lurks. Beware the eyes of Mark.
I'll be Tripping Reporting when the dawn comes. For now, off to the slumber yard.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 09:03am PT
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Wake up!
It's TODAY!
Wake up wake up
The dawn is here
The air is full of atmosphere
Etc.
It's best to stand up before you walk out. Ringo knew that, Joe Cocker knew that. Even their best freinds knew that.
What are stand-up friends for, anyway?
Two things, actually, standing up, then walking out, unless they were not offered a seat to begin with. If it's SRO, Y then, you're SOL.
I love the kittens, Mr. zBrown-in-melted-heart-butter!!!! One for each of my fingers! Just right....
I miss my kitties, even though it's sixteen years since I had any. Literally.
Miss Kitty Amanda Russell, three first names.
What's up, Doc? How's it hangin', Festus.
Another person with three first names...
For Camila Borisov
Miss Katie Beth Sue
There once was a girl named Katie Beth Sue
With golden hair and eyes of blue
She'd plant flowers by day, feed the hungry at night
She was cheerful and kind and did everything right.
She lived by the shore in a quaint little hut
With a smile on her face (attitude changes) and a sore on her butt!
Her nose was enourmous, her ears were humongous
She had B. O. and bad breath and under arm fungus!
She wore glasses so large they needed windshield wipers
And under her dresses were fluffy white diapers!
She had the face of a dog and the mouth of a pig
Her pads were too small and her bra was too big!
She was mean and obnoxious and always quite rude
She went to her junior high dance in the nude!
Since she never wore shoes she had many a blister
People would ask her, "What's wrong with you, sister!"
Her teeth were so yellow--(choke and collapse)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 10:34am PT
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neebee, lookit!
According to Mark Morrison, Chapman's Peak is the ass-, pardon, butt-kickingest part of this race around the Argus Peninsula.
Like that means anything, not being a bicycle racer, just a poke-along nowadays... :)
On the map, Chapman's Peak is number 11, on the Atlantic coast, near the top left of the peninsula on Hout Bay/UCANGOOGLEARTHIT.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 30, 2013 - 11:50am PT
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You might have seen this coming, but the last name of those kittens?
Sumatra of course.
"Americanized" names:
Athable, Pothole, Darn It, Error Miss
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 12:18pm PT
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Mark the Courteous, king of the drivers, left me off at the Four Mile TRail.
I sat and breathed the clean air of nine a.m., re-packed the load--I should have left the tripod at home. I took a half-gallon of H2O and some dried fruit. I thanked the Lord of the Films that I was spared the old school film rolls. I prayed hard for a successful conclusion, open to whatever lay ahead, and for wisdom in choosing my options once I left the trail.
It behooved me to act my age and reflect my physical infirmities.
1. I'm gonna be 65 shortly.
2. I suffer from acute asthma because of allergy to mold; it interrupts all activities, particularly when I hurry.
3. My knees suffer and it causes me to constantly take time to place my weight correctly to make a more-than-normal movement. In talus this means I need to be very cautious.
4. Lack of oxygen causes an effect like vertigo. Atop a boulder I have to be super-careful, like on a belay ledge.
I had no specific goal in my hike, but a general goal: go as far as I could till I felt like changing direction, with Union Point in mind as the furthest I could possibly get without taking photos. Since that was the primary reason I was in the Park, to take photos, when the time came to ditch the trail, I had Sentinel Creek and Sentinel Falls on my mind.
Along the way, I poked, taking photos and watching the passers passing by.
I left the Four Mile Trail at the end of a switchback which went left. I took a vague track into the talus on an uphill tack and eventually came to the creek, which was in spate from the snowmelt. Here is a small pool which was at chest height when I knelt, rather like a font. I washed my head and neck and hands and stayed kneeling for a long time meditating with this stone and the water shaping it, the sound of the water driving out non-essentials.
I felt my spirits lift and my confidence in how this would all turn out increased. I'd come to my goal for the day, unplanned and trusting to another's will. I mean, I just cast my fate to the winds, as they say. I loved the freedom this gave me.
Then I took some Tylenol and smoked a bowl. My my my. Bhuddist Passion amid the pines!
Water ouzel. White cabbage butterfly. Deer fly. Then these big guys.And this little guy from under the same rock--it got replaced.
What was D'Artagnan's last name?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Apr 30, 2013 - 01:21pm PT
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Spring in Yosemite is cranking up and people will be jamming the place in one or two weeks. I'm glad I took the opportunity to be there when I did, before the meadows flood, the bug and tourist population skyrocket, and things become unnatural.
Here is a selection of springtime shots, EXCLUSIVELY FOR YOU! And Capt. Tom. And the spirit of ST. Galen.I can't apologize for this shot. I love dogwood and the Dodge is for many a part of life in C4.
It's past time for my coffee.
I'll be back with climbing content. Here's a teaser.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 30, 2013 - 05:31pm PT
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More nice stories mouse.
I never booed and I never walked out, though I did wonder about a guy who titled his first book based on a Sumatran spider.
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A little bit of Richard
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 30, 2013 - 05:48pm PT
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I'll sea that and raise one.
Buy Bob Dylan’s Former Malibu Ranch And Recording Studio For $3.2 Million
Some people call it Shangri La, others don't call it anything, said Mr. Lee with a smile.
I would like to know who all the people are in those photos on the wall. I was wondering if maybe Gypsy has some on display in there. Ol' bob always did have a thing about Gypsy.
I went back to see the gypsy
It was nearly early dawn
The gypsy's door was open wide
But the gypsy was gone
And that pretty dancing girl
She could not be found
So I watched that sun come rising
From that little Minnesota town
http://au.businessinsider.com/bob-dylans-former-malibu-ranch-and-recording-studio-now-on-sale-for-41-million-2011-6#view-of-the-ranch-style-kitchen-1
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Apr 30, 2013 - 07:52pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, a chapman pt, to be reckoned with, :)
i will share with my family, :)
never had heard of this, before...
say, my oldest son's name is santiago, and, when i named him, i
never KNEW he had a 'grotto' :))
yep, there is a 'santiago's grotto' somwhere... (forgot where) but
i did see a photo of it in a magazine once, have not ever been
able to find it on the net, though, :(
also, thank you for the great yosemite pics, sadly, only the top half
showed, but know the other halves are just as good, and some did not
even show yet, ... so i can' comment on all ...
loved the trail!
say, lilabiene, did you get a package yet :)
if not, keep an eye out, so it won't get left if you plan to go for
anywhere for the weekend, :O
ooops, forgot, mouse:
very NICE climbing pics, there, too!
love the rock face/walls
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Apr 30, 2013 - 10:46pm PT
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"1. I'm gonna be 65 shortly."
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Of course we will.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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6T-5 sounds like some Jerry Gallwas piton steel.
Or aluminum for a backpack frame.
Or an Army Air Corps trainer.
Or a football play.
Or the same old new fifty-one. LI.
Wm. Dylan Zimmerman, born James Joseph McGuinn III on July 13, 1942. aka, RR Bill, aka Alan Lefcourt.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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about to go on the air with a special tribute to the mad, crazy musician of the Santa Cruz mountains, Bob Brozman
listen live or in the archive
Musical Migrations
ashevillefm.org
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, gypsy, thanks for sharing...
hope someday my ol' computer will get youtube or better yet, radio, :))
oddly, years back, and WITH dial up, my old one DID... though,
there was far less complex site, then...
i got a neat station for greece, with neat dance music...
i got tex-mex, and cumbia, tejano, from south texas, and
i got country, from somewhere, forgot now...
odd it never works on this one... it all gets a sentence of song and
stops... :(
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