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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 5, 2014 - 11:18am PT
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Larry's getting a little friendly with Curly there isn't he?
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rbolton
Social climber
The home for...
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Well, he IS a good looking guy. Don't you think?
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jonnyrig
Trad climber
formerly known as hillrat
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Jun 12, 2014 - 07:12am PT
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I'm not sure it counts as beautiful, but I found it interesting to see little tiny ants carrying a moth across the kitchen floor this morning. Short time
lapse.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 11, 2014 - 07:39pm PT
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thebravecowboy
climber
in the face of the fury of the funk
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Jul 27, 2014 - 02:11pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2014 - 03:29pm PT
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Back story, please, TBC!
Choice!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2014 - 04:15pm PT
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Got weapons?
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thebravecowboy
climber
in the face of the fury of the funk
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Jul 27, 2014 - 04:57pm PT
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One stormy Thursday, not too long ago (okay, last Thursday) I was ambling up the swithback'd trail to my little gem claim up in the grey tuff above town. The wind was whipping and the western sky dark darkening dark. A creak-snap from above drew my gaze to the swaying old Doug fir above. A whizzing widow-maker limb cut loose and cracked into my left eye, dropping me to the ground. Hand over my eye, the warm sticky stuff running over my face, I lay in the duff, my muscles flexioned to the max, it all went black.
Some time later I woke to the smell of woodsmoke and the sound of a creek rushing over rocks down toward the Sea of Kortez. The boulder by my side boulstered a tiny wood hovel above my head. It was drizzling. I reached up to touch my wound to find my hands bound. I groaned. A tiny halfbreed girl with a patch over her eye skipped in, gesticulating at my face. Her hand bore a green pearlhandle folding pigsticker knife. She laid a malodorous poultice over my eyes, nose and mouth. She held it here despite my protest. I lost consciousness.
Some time later I woke up. The girl was gone and the shack in shambles, pine boughs dead and the firepit cold, empty of ash. A tiny Sego flower grew up amidst the circle of stones. Outside on a boulder of Telluride conglomerate lay the knife, crusted with goethite. My eye was healed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 27, 2014 - 05:03pm PT
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Abbey would be proud. Thanks.
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McHale's Navy
Trad climber
From Panorama City, CA
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Jul 27, 2014 - 07:54pm PT
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guido
Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
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Jul 27, 2014 - 08:49pm PT
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 28, 2014 - 02:28am PT
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Chaz
Trad climber
greater Boss Angeles area
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Jul 29, 2014 - 11:12pm PT
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Rusty corroded sh#t.
To be fair though, 1872 wasn't yesterday.
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guido
Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
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Jul 31, 2014 - 06:22pm PT
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thebravecowboy
climber
in the face of the fury of the funk
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Jul 31, 2014 - 08:24pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 31, 2014 - 10:12pm PT
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
extraordinaire
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Jul 31, 2014 - 10:49pm PT
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