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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 29, 2013 - 11:21pm PT
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You gotta be just like the neighbors, huh?
The view up Gower with Flower Power.
Yesterday the grand-boys and their dad Scott came out to Mike's on the Merced just as the squall started up, but we didn't get damp--we had a covering of oak leaves.
Of course there are pics, some of which are taken by the oldest of the two, Noah, and one by Jake (not Jacob).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 30, 2013 - 01:07am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 30, 2013 - 08:17am PT
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I'm a monkey's uncle,
Climbing up your tree,
Up your tree.
I like TO SAY:
HOCK-a-RON-da!
Jew know, like we all like TO SAY:
SAL-za!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 30, 2013 - 08:29am PT
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South of Janesville, north of Piru.
Just more faux WHITE-KNUCKLED HORROR!
Faux, False, Facetious
You must know by now that in the Flames the truth is found, but the truth is also stretched.
Lies are brittle. The stretched-truth has malleability.
Plausibility. Undeniably Jackie.
You want the truth? I'll give it to you, but it's likely to snap back.
It rarely looks like itself when it has "readjusted" itself in yet another mind. It likes to roam. It likes its various guises.
No sh#t.
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perswig
climber
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May 30, 2013 - 08:53am PT
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Whoa...
How the hell did I get here?
And why does it feel like I'm back on the school bus doing Quaaludes?
Dale
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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May 30, 2013 - 05:24pm PT
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I was wondering why (on Earth) Dale would ever do quayle-ludes on a school bus.
Isn't this dangerous? I do know they did not help Dan get elected.
Father's Day and graduation are coming up.
This one I dug up in La Crescenta when it was about 9 inches tall.
Finally, it appears that Tad has found a way to get the Feds corrected. Thanks Tad (watch your back and don't use email).
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 30, 2013 - 09:56pm PT
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hey there say, mouse.... wow, great fun grandkids stuff!!! and say, did he find an owl feather??? my mom found one and gave it to me!
wowwwwww...
say, and that little curly head babe, i KNOW who that is... after painting her face, i sure remember it twice as well, :))
god bless... thanks for the fun!
love the great ot doors!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Guerilla knitting
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City Hall Park commemorates the site of the 1865 Battle of Seattle, when Indians led by Chief Leschi made their final effort to save their land.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I need to take a night off. I need to elevate my feet. My hypertension has thickened my feet. Can't type, must lie...down...gasp...
So it was a great trip.
Lots to tell.
Best shots, a tie, IMO:
Bob's line goes: "The moon in the meadow makes me want to low like a cow."
It is from a novel by James Branch Cabell.
"More Cabell."--Bookstore Melissa
For a cantaloupe, who was it that was the barber of renown in George Meredith's The Shaving of Shagpat?
Hint: It wasn't "the poet", who, by the way, wrote:
Ripe with oft telling and old is the tale.
But 'tis of the type that will never grow stale.
It was another little shaver.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Other highlights iclude the two old copies of Cabell and Meredith that I found in the Funky Bazaar in Idyllwild.
Also, the two musical masters.And yesterday's storm in the High Sierra.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Edit (4:30 a.m.):
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It's play a song for me, not a video. What were you expecting? Less than the truth, or slightly more?
You are going no place, dude.
Run, there are no fences.
No fence shadows.
No shadows.
Just nothing.
I know: I just woke from a dead sleep and my feet refused to believe it.
All that memory, all that fate. Drowned in my sleep.
I feel capital?
Oh, hell yes, compared to a few hours back.
A bite of sleep goes far 'round here now.
Being on the road teaches one the basics anew.
Black is basic.
Hence the blind man's video.
And my being up is only part of this dream.
A demain, mes amis.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This is responding to the reawakened El Cap Rockfall thread. I didn't want to post this right there, I might get flamed. Just keeping an orderly house...
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/737694/El-Capitan-Rock-Avalanche-Article-by-Greg-Stock
This jive about big falls of rock might help in explaining why the boulders in the Sentinel Fields Forever appear so much larger to me than do others elsewhere. Of course, this is simply my own impression and there is likely no basis in fact. Some may call it drug residue. I call it the result of casual observation, not careful observation. It is obviously worthy of more careful observation.
And more animation! That's way too cool for this school!
Meanwhile, they are getting ever larger...they will have more room for their kind in a little while, geologically-timed. It is manifestly their destiny to outlast humans. Now we are being out-sized as well as out-sourced.
I always envied rocks, having nothing to do all day. But maybe it is cosmic punishment? Part of hell?
Scary, innit? We'll all be dust and they'll still be rockin' it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Note to zBrown:
I am awfully sorry not to have gotten down to Chewy Vista to visitaya.
The fact is my body was weary, and the roads were wet but the weather it was dry, like in a Dylan tune.
I had to retreat. Hell, I'll tell ya, is being halfway somewhere and having to turn around.
I gave it to Jesus and He released it.
Tell all the little lower cases I'm sorry and we can get together in the sweet by and by.
With God on our side.
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I learned with loss to abide.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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That was quite some High Sierra Storm there mouse. Reminded me of Storm Thurmond and that young Dylan fellow and Storm's rich wealthy daughter. They were so much older then.
Coulda used a made up story, so he says to Little Steven (the original Disciple of Soul).
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Anyway, may you climb on every rung
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