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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hey, Norton!
Sho' nuff I got moss all over my back.
Was that a shaggy dog I saw you with last night?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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What's up flame (and pie) throwers?
Your guess probably is not as good as mine, but all entries will be treated with the utmost respect. In any event if you're gonna trust someone, God seems to be a good choice.
Edit: This button does not work, but with some diligence on my part in may in the future - Get Back to the Future.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Doc, that's so weird and wild! Ed?"--Carson
I took this photo after midnight last night.
I was so very happy because I got my nut!
I still have the N trifecta, baby!
My ENTRIFECTION is my obsession.
Three on the Fourth the Second Time Around in Three Days!
One stands speechless...
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_for_the_Royal_Fireworks
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Hey, Grampie, did you go or what to the Hood River?
I NNNEED TO KNOW!
I'm waiting on going to Marthis's place cuz he said come up early but he's a late sleeper type when he can get away with it.
What's up with your crowd today?
And anyone else, what are you up to?
GENE, my stout-hearted man, what's happening on the mutually-agreed-on climbing we are going to do soon, I hope?
Pacem. Ex.
I have no bathroom window, so I'm leaving through the foont door.
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A very special and fond shout-out to Gypsy and neebee for all you say, show, and entertain n' educate. Thanks and have a Glorious Fourth, my dears!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Where have you been, MDYS?Weenie roast.
What have you seen, MMcDYS?Una placa desapareciendo de los alimentos.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Old Glory choked by terrorist weeds from all directions.
Don't be shocked, Ma, I'm only rusting.
Don't be shocked that I don't know the name of this purty thing with the sticky goo on it.
Gummy bears eat this sap.
This is not a digger pine any longer.
I've called that tree a digger pine my whole life.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinus_sabiniana
One kind of grayleaf pine.
http://www.conifers.org/pi/Pinus_coulteri.php
Another kind of pine formerly known as digger.
Another kind digger.
A lot of diggers.
Ex-cuuuuse me! Former diggers.
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Ottawa Doug
Social climber
Ottawa, Canada
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Dear Brian Birmingham,
It was a pleasure to meet you on June 14th in the office with Tom Evans.
Hope to see you again in the valley.
Cheers,
Doug
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Penon blanco, Penon de Gibraltar, so-called from their resemblance to triangular-shaped flags which hung fron lance-tips.
the Atwater display was visible, but too far distant to ever photograph. I tried and they all came out black.
I had a lot of trouble, apparently, with shaking when the shutter clicked. I had the telephoto cranked and had to leave the focusing to the autofocus. This stuff takes practice and experience.
Next 4th of July I'll try going over to Penon Blanco Peak.
An intensely interesting meeting at the viewing point on the Coulterville-Greeley Hill Road last night occured between Jeff and myself and another climber Jeff, a long-time partner of Mark Tuttle, another Merced climber now living in Atwater.
Jeff Stoddard lived in Merced till several months ago and is related directly to the Stoddard Stage Co. of Merced, as well as the lady who gave her all for the Merced Co. Library, Minette Stoddard.
The Stoddard line came into Coulterville from Hornitos and then went up the grade to Greeley Hill using a single team of horses, a distance of, I suppose five or six miles, following a creekbed and then attacking the ridge.
Jeff is now living someplace around Greeley Hill. He and the Rev gabbed and watched the 'works while I tried to photograph them. I had little success; or I suppose I should I say my expectations were far too high?
Dennis DeYoung of the rock band Styx wrote the song "Christopher, Mr. Christopher" for Styx's 1974 album Man of Miracles. The song reflects fondly of the story of Saint Christopher and laments the perceived downgrade of Saint Christopher's status in 1969; in DeYoung's words, "So when they took that saint away, all that's left were her fears".--Wikipedia
San Jaoquin should be the patron saint of hitchhikers.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I've been aware of Coulteri long time, GI.
I have looked and looked but my observations in the Sierra Nevada feet found only the lonely Fremont and his ilk, the pine formerly known as digger, the common and mundane (quotidian, even?) P. sabineana .
I was laboring under a misunderstanding.
Now, through the wonders of Wikipedia, I find my fruitless quest has been as useless as Quixote's efforts: APPARENTLY, coulterii don't inhabit the range, but the Coastal and southern desert/mountain areas down into Mexico are their preference.
So there are no coulterii around Coulterville?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
thank you, :)
spent that day, with patty ann marie, painting and with a
campfire outside in back... and opened up the little tent...
nice quiet day, :)
will come back and see all the pics, soon!
:)
sure do like that little flower note from timid there, too...
will check out that flower, as well...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Way back when I left the Factory Outlet in 1980, Timothy, my younger ski bum brother and I started a firewood outfit, Frank's Firewood.
On trips through the area above the American's dredge piles up to Donner, I recall seeing the knobcone pines. (They seeeemed to be all on the left side of 80, though it might just have been the effects of some of Bruce Hamilton's brother's kick-butt Missouri Mule weed we were into at the time.)
I had never heard of plants that needed fire to help them reproduce.
This was some HOT info that kept me looking until I found some.
After that, I kept imagining that some former diggers, turned into terrorists for some radical reason, disguised as knobcones to put off Piss-Fir Willie and Smokey Bear, might have some whacked-out list of demands.
What the demands might be is moot. I had a good time and smoked a lot of good stuff looking for P. coulteri.
I must tell you, Tim is one cool feller. He took out a 60' Lodgepole and laid it next to a cabin's roof and nothing touched the cabin, not a branch of that tree. We bucked it in a hurry and set the branches into a big burn pile away from the place so the owner wouldn't have to do any hard work.
It was banditree, flat-out, but the tree leaned pretty bad, so Tim convinced me we'd be doing the owner a favor by removing the possibility of its dropping in on the cabin's users unexpectedly. I think Tim had done this before in his nefarious, errant-behaviorist mode (18-25), like when he took out the ski lift at Krunchwood.
A firework on the 4th of July
Gimmered a sec on the back of my eye
Then dispersed into sparks
Which destroyed several parks...
And then I woke up with a sigh
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Remember, humans cause up to 90% of wildfires.
So why don't you fireworks-crazy animals take it to the beach and gimme a break?
A shout-out to Brother Rone on the firing line!
Nice thread, there, Pig.
God bless Mackey and all those guys...it never ends.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sure ...
Noticias del Condado de Orange
A group of angry white folks in Santa Ana’s Wilshire Square Neighborhood have screamed so much about Mexicans sifting through their trash that Santa Ana’s waste company, Waste Management, is now testing trash cans designed to stop Alaskan bears from stealing trash, according to the O.C. Register.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Does a Yosemite bear scrounge for shift in the 'hoods?
Is the merry old pope being "favored" by the los carteles de basura?
Tacos de ayer, everyone's favorite novela, will return manana, bananya...
Canciones de cáscaras de plátano de mi padre/Linda Ron des Tat
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Ya no me cantes cigarra
Que acabe tu sonsonete
Que tu canto aquí en el alma
Como un puñal se me mete
I do not sing cicada
Let your singsong end
May your soul sing here in
Like a dagger gets me
Sabiendo que cuando cantas
Pregonado vas tu muerte
Marinero marinero
Dime si es verdad que sabas
Porque distinguir no puedo
Si en el fondo de los mares
Hay otro color más negro
Que el color de mis pesares
Knowing that when you sing
You are proclaiming your death
sailor sailor
Tell me if it's true that you know
Because I can not distinguish
If the bottom of the seas
There is another black color
That the color of my sorrows
Un palomito al volar
Que llevaba el pecho herido
Ya casi para llorar
Me dijo muy afligido
Ya me canso de buscar
Un amor correspondido
Bajo la sombra de un árbol
Y al compás de mi guitarra
Canto alegre este huapango
Porque la vida se acaba
Y quiero morir cantando
Como muere la cigarra
A little dove to fly
Bearing a wounded breast
Was about to mourn
He told me very distressed
I'm tired of looking
A mutual love
Under the shade of a tree
And the beat of my guitar
Sing this huapango *
Because life is just
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/la-cigarra-lyrics-linda-ronstadt.html ]
Tr. by Google Trans-LATOR
* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huapango
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