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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 6, 2019 - 03:16am PT
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(Don't stop the rain, please.)
[Click to View YouTube Video]Oh, and I have NEVER called in a request to any disc jockey on the radio.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I was a regular listener to
and well received night crawler
dependable caller to too
oft put on air
of that scion of true cowboys hOWIdemisem inthe Sternum
I bah bah bouieed his radio schtick; the pain in the rump
when, instead of Lutienunt Spaghetti, he got fat Fartrashman Kristoff CHRISTY ELECTED HEAD WETBACKCHEETER & TWACHIMACLL-IT
OF SLIMEYLIMEY JERSEYCOW
CHAOS
CAPS LOCK FAIL
Of extra import An Email
1 2 me that I may need
scgrossman (at) msn (dot) com.
Oem
Out the door
yo
or the yellow
dragemoff
'ILL pass by
soog, (schist out of go)
not sar (schists are ready)
SAR stop the country I want to get off
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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She looked at the busty lutienunt with death in mind.
"My name is Rangiku Matsumoto."
"I'm the lutienunt of squad 10 under Toshiro Hitsugaya."
Say that ten times I won't hold you to fast
iT IS ALL IN THE SOURCE MATERIAL
HIGH FORM THE ASIAN TOO!
Enough with the Clapstrop
This from the shablet a crude excuse for a Manchurian
hey thats a kind of ramen noodle
all night blue?\
roped to and on belay
The Sky, its still dark, Mathis.
On this warm balmy night...
that it is all Shuteye noir,
a radio broadcast,
Too You are you asleep, Ridge?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 6, 2019 - 07:47am PT
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Bivouac Baby or, How To Really Listen To Your Mate
(with apologies to David Yohollam)
The night was cold.
It was dark, too, like it always is; but not Stormy, who is as fair as a natural blonde can be and as warm as any woman should be.
She was on my left side. (Stormy claimed she was "a bit deaf" in her left ear, but she never responded, so-o-o I figured she was not exaggerating.) I spoke not a word and I'm pretty sure she wasn't listening anyway.
We were just sitting there, comfortable, our four legs splayed out on the small platform high above the things and places and people below, our shoeses unlaced, glad for the companionable JUST BEING WHERE WE WERE NOW right THEN.
Quite a lot later, when the stars had wheeled around to the right, some rocks let go in the direction of Half Dome and fell to the ground, echoing a while through the canyon. It made A PRETTY GOOD RACKET, but Stormy had not awakened, though I was roused.
I stood carefully, checked both our tie-ins, and heaved it out and peed robustly, watching the arc steepening as it gathered speed, sending it a bit higher.
From behind me, Stormy's headlamp beam suddenly began making it a water/gravity show worthy of a small-town Vegas. She began laughing, then said, "Gotcha, RopeBum! Hey, did that rockslide wake you up, too? That was a good one. Want some water? How about one of these Werther's? Or a watermelon Jolly Rancher?"
And the sun came up soon, it got lots warmer, and she led the way over to the creek and all the way down to 4.
I'll always love early October in the Valley because of Stormy Werther.
--mfm
Hiya, Dave. I was not much better. But at least I GOT A JOB!
It was down to 30 degrees at two a.m. on the porch. The wheelbarrow's surface froze over.
Californy winters are so-o-o miserable.😎
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 6, 2019 - 11:15am PT
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Blew off my VA Clinic visit (too early, too cold, no need for an alpine start, blah-blah-blah).
Really, though, I lost track of the time talking about the State of the Onion and playing "he lied here and totally misdirected there" and then I remembered about my underwater photography lesson.
I won it in an uncontested contest that I ran which no one bothered to enter so I won by defaulft. The "lesson" I learned in class today?
That water's awfully cold.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 6, 2019 - 12:03pm PT
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And here's what I did in Watercolor Class just now.
So bright out there that I had trouble focusing. The autofocus on all my lenses are not snapping pix as they focus, leading me to think I need to clean the contacts on the camera body. Hmmm...how to, etc.
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Jon Beck
Trad climber
Oceanside
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Seems odd that in over 15 years the word "fall" was not used in a thread title on a rock climbing forum. Superstitious much? or nobody falls?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 6, 2019 - 03:25pm PT
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The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
You can't let go and you can't hold on,
You can't go back and you can't stand still,
If the falling doesn't get you then the drowning will.
I fell into a one-foot puddle of ice water in the parking lot and was so drunk I thought it was a burning ring of fire.
I have never fallen into a burning campfire but watched Cox and Meyers battling in a C4 fire ring burning to coals.
They were both falling down drunk and never felt it.
The night of my wedding celebration.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Very bored tooI'm, a gonna get into trouble?
a picture as good that had the attribution it did should not have been lost
it resides in a thread that is worthy of a walup,
but I preferred to pilfer the poorly exposed,
then expose it and post it instead
what of the hit job that Vinny might get called t perform on da Gnome: yo Vinny!
L0okin' for mor absolution, I must confess that I tried to make off with some beer from the "Snoocher's" house.
Jimbo, James Snuchinski, provided the local favorites for the game.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 6, 2019 - 08:11pm PT
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Old Sonora, California, today.
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Cuarta y última parte de la Sesión Western, grabada y filmada en Vivo.
Decidimos hacer una búsqueda de grandes obras perdidas en el tiempo. Cada 15 días vamos a lanzar un nuevo dúo de canciones.
Estate atento, dejá el Magum sobre la mesa, calzate las botas y el chaleco !
YeeeeeeeeHawwww !
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