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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2016 - 08:56am PT
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Where?
Clue: Ya won't find it in the Yellow Pages or the classified newspaper ads.
Lute.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2016 - 09:06am PT
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Hoserbation photo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2016 - 09:11am PT
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I'm my own grimpeur."He's too trad for me.
He's too trad for me.
I don't want him,
You can have him,
He's to trad for me."
Climb it and they will come in hordes, seeking "classic" routes,
"they" being touristers, dweebs, n00bs and media.
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Tarbuster
climber
right here, right now
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 24, 2016 - 10:00am PT
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That Barbara Lilley link is definitely worth a read, and leaves us wanting:
Please stay tuned for the exciting conclusion of this story, where we see Barbara go after difficult northern peaks in the Yukon and Alaska.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2016 - 10:15am PT
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Thanks, Roy. It's all I could locate on Miss Lilley.
There is this lily, who seems to be more interested in equestrian pursuits
rather than scaling the heights.Campground cutie.
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Tarbuster
climber
right here, right now
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 24, 2016 - 10:18am PT
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Barbara Lilley, Lower Cathedral Spire, 1956:
Photo credited to Barbara Lilley
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 24, 2016 - 10:22am PT
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Oh, my! That's our BARBIE DOLL!
Here's KEN, too.I think we pretty much know what Ken has been doing.
THANKS, CHICKENSKINNER!
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Happy Cowboy
Social climber
Boz MT
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Aug 25, 2016 - 10:14am PT
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Keep the photos comin! To follow up from the <quill pen> letter @ Sentinel.
I last heard my grampas tale, from him in 1960. He described travelling from Oakland with a couple friends the summer of 1907. They had just graduated high school and left with 2 burros in tow, intent on visiting the new Yosemite Park. In the little towns they'd pass small change could be made by giving kids rides on the burros...then stealing chickens on their way out. Eventually they got to Yosemite.
Coincidentially I'm reminded, there was a Park then but no National Park Service. Today 8/25/2016 is NPS 100 yr B-day, for better or worse.
The Park then was under Military supervision/control. Well as grampa told, the MP's families were also fond of burro rides and they camped nearby. Not much was mentioned about the climb other than it took them most of the day. On top they scrawled a note left in a tomato can and waved a limb with flag and high school pennant attached for any to see, and Their undoing. On return to valley they were arrested and thrown in the "brig" for traveling outside of a restricted area. Gramps said they were serious but just wanted them to "clam up" on any mention to the news and would let them go if they'd agree. They did and headed home with their burros. He received this letter 8 yrs later.
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stunewberry
Trad climber
Spokane, WA
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Aug 25, 2016 - 10:28am PT
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Might the letter be signed by F.J. Holman? There was a guy name Frank Holman who was a Sierra Club member and was custodian of the LeConte Lodge in the early 1900s. He is referenced in Ansel Adams' biography by Jonathan Spaulding (google Holman and Yosemite for some links).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 25, 2016 - 06:29pm PT
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There was that Mr. Holman.
Then there was another Mr. Holman, whose story is told in Yosemite's Ink Keepers by Shirley "Call Me Shirley" Sargent,
the eminent, one-letter-at-a-time typist and historian of YNP.
Here is her Doctor Emile J. Holman, of Stanford, who became David Foster Curry's secretary and confidant.
I'm next to certain it's his signature on that letter with Curry Co. letterhead.
I put the pic under a magnifying glass and the first initial, while looking like an 'F', is probably a fancy-Dan cursive 'E.'
It makes sense to me, because...I'll let Shirley tell ya.
Fascinating book, if you are like me.
Here are a few gems from the same book. Shirley had quite a collection of images.
She's a female Bullwinkle, if you want my opinion, in that regard.
She'd howl at the notion she was a Stonemistress!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 25, 2016 - 06:42pm PT
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More from Shirley Sargent's book.
The junk on the photo is Shirley's junk, not mine.
Senor, what is a #, por favor?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 25, 2016 - 06:54pm PT
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And some more, long as the scanner is fired up.
Thank you, anyway, for this marvelous tunnel which has provided me and mi amigos so much fun.
And expedited things. Amen.
Finally, a look at the fella who paints the fire plugs,
one of the little people touristers don't know,
but the climbers get to know over time.
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Happy Cowboy
Social climber
Boz MT
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Aug 25, 2016 - 07:00pm PT
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Thanks Stunewberry and M from M! You've helped greatly. Mouse might be on track though. I now see the fancy, cursive "E", it lifts out of the negative space. I've had the letter for ages, given to me by family who knew my own climbing interest. And often wondered about the author, and Camp Curry stationary it was written on. He had done what was likely the subsequent ascent of Sentinel Rock since my granddads scramble in 1907. I like how the letter dates both early ascents, 8 years apart.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2016 - 05:13pm PT
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Since we are on the south side of the ditch, here's an item from BITD, about the time I first began being interested in rock climbing.
Yosemite Sentinel
(the old YPCC newsletter)
March 1, 1968
FAREWELL
The Firefall, a fancy of James McCauley’s that caught on and was popular for almost a hundred years,
died Thursday, January 25, in a blazing farewell.
It was a dandy Firefall, fat and long and it ended with an exceptionally brilliant spurt,
the embers lighting the cliff as they floated slowly downward.
When the afterglow had burned out, the cliff was inky dark, and we surmise, it’s to stay that way.
There weren’t many people around to watch.
Maybe fifty.
Hardly any congestion at all.
1965 Ford Mustang, V-8, 4-speed, excellent condition.
33,000 miles. $1700. Call Stew Branson, 372-4778.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 11, 2016 - 12:02pm PT
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Came across this on rivethead.com
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A tour of the waterfalls of Yosemite National Park in California in the 1950s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw69JbtaGlU
Full screen is more fun.
Some elegant footage. Careful music choices by Kickett & Chillie.
And Beethoven.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2016 - 08:39am PT
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http://climbingzine.com/blog/page/8/
To Audrey and the Muppet:
I'm still enjoying Yosemite In the Fifties a year later. This is a wonderful book for a gift...it's still giving me pleasure.
Thank you both!
Christmas cheers!
And thank you, Dean and Largo, too!
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