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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 - Sep 23, 2015 - 07:45pm PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 24, 2015 - 04:05am PT
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Damn z you know better than me that last one is on the very big side but I know better than to disagree with you pals there the ex el Chappo gangs worst nightmare, home grown ' Merican
Thug life
Because bitoch don't like us or this volume of the Flames and her accident query leads the page at school bus time I add and bump so sending the Punch bowl thread down a notch
the burning arrow that pyro and his real monicker are will be all over that but here
With interest in what will be
This Honnlove's third post?
This is his second one
Honnlove
Boulder climber, Maple Ridge BC Sep 24, 2015 - 02:41am PT
Well it's a bit late, but last week I had a little adventure. Thirty years ago I read Basic Rockcraft, did a tiny amount of climbing, and forgot about it.
Then a while ago I started watching Alex Honnold videos. And I got to thinking that I may be 57 and fifty pounds overweight, but I'm not quite dead yet, either.
So last week I was on my usual tramp in the woods and for the first time I realized that the boulders along the trail might offer some climbing. Never looked at 'em that way before.
About the third one I looked at was interesting. I thought I could do it.
The last move had a lovely foothold I couldn't get my foot up to. But I saw Adam Ondra grab his foot and place it by hand so I figured that was legit. Both hands were on big horn with plenty of grip.
And I discovered what commitment is. Either it works, or you're off. Was I strong enough to mantle up and get my weight on the foothold? Could I stay on if I failed?
One hellaceous grunt and heave and I was up. Standing on the peak, my remaining hair swirling in the high altitude winds, I looked down at my hiking partner and was very surprised to find the top of his head was a good ten feet below my feet. Giddy with hypoxia, I pondered the empty spaces far below,down past the the endless rock face to the trailhead some fifteen feet below. I knew I had to get down. Death comes quickly to those who linger at altitude.
So I walked off it, which was only slightly more challenging than an equivalent length of sidewalk.
Perhaps the most interesting thing about the whole episode was that my hiking buddy thought I had completely lost my mind and had taken a risk comparable to, oh, say delivering a package of nitroglycerin by wingsuit.
Most fun I've had in years.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 24, 2015 - 04:23am PT
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The thing is as much as it made the middle clas tweak and jerk the kids into
ROTC and programs then available to parents to turn youth off . . .
Jim if I may be familiar e ? we are that here, familiar from the root family!
You said it well right you did,
when you gave credit for what has surely fallen away in a haze but yes we changed the worth and the world of the middle class,
You were there, you were the ones to make sense of things but all you could come up with is more clowns driving a painted bus and
triumphant in changing the world for the betterment
of your expedient actions regarding your plundering the middle class of the wealth they generated.
Seeing you place the blame on a smaller than big group of Pranksters, tripping on the Swiss made
Pharmaceutical
from way back
when virgins still got married and in tears and fears strode into adulthood unprepared
Let's me smile at the progress we all have made in the last 50 years
Cheers
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 24, 2015 - 04:34am PT
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Sorry to interrupt the grand pooBah
Ha ha ha what has zB outa' bed?
The sweetes tattoo artis I ever knew wore colors too , he wanted to placket my once 8 packed
abs with a Spanish flamenco dancer with her skirts raised up her thighs,
An anti marriage proposal if I ever saw one.
Lenny kept after me and when
Beast went and then Happy Jack too - I almost acquiesced,
But Lenny broke
the Speed limit coming back from Philli on a run to re supply the crank
And thug life being what it was back then,
he tried to swallow and destroy the product,
He lost his flowing main and spent a year in and out of hospital in pain and trouble
Lenny was one tuff biker,
Da fool Rip Lenard b Colhanze 10/ 24 /91
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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 - Sep 24, 2015 - 04:41am PT
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Or on the other hand,
"I sit not upon a wall which divides, but rather lets me see into your bedroom."--Gumpta Dumpty
Remember, we came to steal the daughters!
Prank you very much, Canada.
You can keep the draft dodgers, otay?
:0)
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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 - Sep 24, 2015 - 05:24am PT
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Short tour by county.
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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 - Sep 24, 2015 - 06:16am PT
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I feel pretty fine this morning. Not James Brown dynamite fine, but otay.
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Have a good one! Blame on!
I just thought of this: the picture of Alpine County is just above Woodfords and was taken just moments before you and I first met at the Woodfest. First time I met MooseDrool and Ron, too.
I never published these from the road into Tom's Thumb below Thompson Peak.
That was a fine fine view from there.
Diamond Mountains.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 24, 2015 - 04:16pm PT
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Ahwahneebee - hey there say!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Sep 24, 2015 - 06:13pm PT
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hey there say, zbrown... wow, was just stepping in very fast here...
say, mouse... wow, what great scenery, there... very nice, not stuff i have seen often in the shares...
hope you got to yosemite, for a night?
happy good eve, to you both! and all the flames...
:)
will be back later... busy busy busy, yep, thats me, as,
i have a few extra things to do, more than last year...
is good though, it keeps us on our toes, :))
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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 - Sep 24, 2015 - 09:40pm PT
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I'm not going to the Facelift till Sat. a.m., neebee.
All these wildfires still have a lot of effect on sunsets and sunrises here.
At it again today!
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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 - Sep 25, 2015 - 04:41am PT
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Rubin, especially, as well as Leary, not to mention all the other political morons and their foes, they none of them influenced me much in a direct manner. They were laughable. Change the world, indeed. It works the other way round for most, barring the occasional MLKJr, Mao, or Doug Robinson.
As with others, as a youth, I had to go along with my peers to feel a part of something, so we all got loaded and that was pretty much that as far as our personal protests went. Laissez-faire. Legal pot would be nice, though, guys.
We had Jesus freaks and Krishnas, old beats and deadbeats, radicals and flower kids all around up in YV and it was easy to poke fun at these tribes from the center of a picnic table in C4, our refuge. We were better, in our minds, than any hippie who walked into camp, just cuz we climbed.
We were like a Key Club. But we weren't about making the world better or lightening burdens or working for world peace. We were about doing what we loved. We were selfish bastards and knew it.
It didn't make it easy, having to live apart from families who would never understand climbing, but it's how things fell out. And we cut ourselves off willingly from the community at large to pursue our interests on the steeps. You developed a callous on that part of your soul.
I did not spend that much time being that guy, though. I cut myself off from the picnic table by getting married and living in a dorm. But there was still the mystique of being better than most just by being a climber.
Political strife and civil unrest in the sixties molded some one way, others another way. Climbers aren't made to be herded, though we sometimes gather in groups to perform our rites, protect our access, or chat/argue on a forum.
It's a totally different world now than in the sixties, but there are still the world-changers and the drones.
The irony is that the older one gets the less one likes change but the more it seems to happen.
The Who/My Generation
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbSdHMkWafc&list=PLw8I74P--tlUX8e61MrwhaX72VutxRyWz&index=7
It will always be thus.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 25, 2015 - 05:03am PT
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Blind post but I think I was keeping up ?
Not that it matters but they serrated any hope of being seen as holy when they
Beautified the evil scourge Sera!
Aigh & and aigh!
While I was more of a
Combined gasses law
Kind of Abuser
With the addition of those
Noxious fumes
I could fly
Or at least I wanted to
Too I was a stiffy walking
And a wife not wanting
Two brats given and me
She turned out not to be
Hornyer honey anymore
Child birth 'ull do that
And too, this, after following me
And leading rocket scientists
Up volcanos
and three Sheer Andean peaks
She turned out
Not to be a Climber.
The tragedy in that
Then to squatters and evil xenophobic
A sz holes who as judges ran the show
we traded-up our homestead
for a homeless stint
Living with a Great Dane
two toddlers
and a pissed off
broken hearted wife
In and out of Meth hotel hell
This lasted past a year
Left us both out of shape
I was the worse for wear as well
I'd broken my neck .
No doctor would touch me
As surgery was deemed
The obvious only remedy
And a public hotel
Living climbing bum
Was no one choice for
Charity
Workers comp
Was neither
And only offered drugs
and a cessation if
A livable wage
We a rad family unit
Cut a sad
Out of the vocabulary
Into a crumbling shack
On a millionaire's row
I was lucky to be able to
Move em
Then once homed
at a non-public address
A Nazi Named Walter Bohne
and he Called it that
Bone
Took me Knowing
Having put me
Back together
Before,
To
The spine guy at the
Top the pinnacle of
Medical science
The name was
Worse than bone
It was Pharma
Now Andrew j was shocked
That I still walk d and talked
My neck was fouken broke
Up high were permanent
Paralyzed for life is
Often the outcome
Of another wack to the back
Thank the gods of climbing
As a wrestler of life I was mutant strong
Thus compensating with cords of muscle
For what spine had given up
I was a ghost of my past self
When after cutting thru
Those faithful strands that had
Allowed me to stand for the
Three years that it took
To cook the books
Get me in a home
And under anesthesia
They fixed the neck with the
Most mid evil torturous
Screwed in plate attached across the break
The wife once homed
Began to bake
Eating to sate
Her disappointment
She cooks good cake
And we all ate, getting
Fat and far from able to
To Solo anymore or
Climb much of anything
I fell into deep depression
Drug abuse
followed by horrendous constipation
That led to gut swell I looked
Preggars, and became my
Monicker this once proud 6 pack was still in there and swore I'd get it back
But time for me as hard hard man had run out
More depressing I had found the Internet
All of it is jerking off,
Learning was a ruse
The atrophy was taking my mobility I had to get out
And abandon all for sake of self
I moved into a tent below a hallowed rock face off limits to most all
All of the winter spring and summer
I copped a squat be low my beloved Skytop
I knew I would get caught didn't care and never did
Thank those lucky stars
I still don't know how or if anyone knew but four months out freezing alone
Cured me well enough to go back home
The damn cycle repeats
And I can't really touch a drop
Enough to make a dent anyway
Speed kills and good crank is hard to get north of Philli
But for me caffeine and weed and a live music scene
We're a way to stay on track
Till the poverty came back
And then I herd of you!
Thanks to your daughters too
Sir we spin and I not nearly successful as you
And dervish like we bop and weave
Sitting as we do
On top a pile of wasted husks of lives lived twice and thrice
As founder
Father
Husband
Bane of her existence
I love and cling with a climbers death grip to my
Wife
I hope you do to
She looks to nice for you
You know that ? Right
We spin sir
Around the Shute
The sucking sphincter
Of normalcy I do not
Ever see so far up in space
I orbit normalcy
And take no Medes
They bade farewell to my hard one physieek
And make me crazy psychic or just crazy
So no drugs the docs see my metabolism as
The prob,em and want to do more test
I respect there offers but
Not willing the rehabilitation
I wander lost an wonder where it all went
I was a king of the G,s and have fallen off that map
Completely the places that I haunted miss me the spring is. Ever clean and things dead were last seen floating in it
By and by the age went by
And I broache fifty!
Naughty it can't be this boy will never age
Not ever ever
I am
Peter Pan
And you brother?
Not that I would ever claim
That you are MY brother but
Seeking help from
Mortals will not
Save you or me
Let's hope there is
A maker
Then
It would be
Her sense of humor
Responsible for the ever erection
that won't go away
and has no cozy to be sated in
If she the eternal will just do me I'll be fine
How about you
Got fill?
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 25, 2015 - 09:08am PT
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Abby[sic] Hoffman despite a 13,000 plus page FBI dossier and being entrapped for cocaine distribution committed suicide in 1989.
It was said he was a fugitive from justice. It was also said,
'Justice was a fugitive from him.'
-bWalton
Tom Hayden took a different path. I believe he became Prime Minister of Canada and was about to construct a beautiful big wall all along the border when he became distracted by another beauty.
Some folks can look back at the past without becoming entrapped in it.
-Jerry Lopez
Who in the fyck is Orley? If you have to ask, don't.
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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 - Sep 25, 2015 - 09:43am PT
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The other day when I was in the VA waiting room in Fresno I was forced to listen to The View as they talked about the Catholic church. Some things should be proscribed for those idiots.
There is nothing quite so foolish-sounding as a person who is not a member of a religious sect talking about most any other sect.
Just thought I'd throw that into the mix before the Fashion & Style update.
Knock yerselves out, lads.
http://www.matchesfashion.com/us/mens/the-style-report
zBrown, great story about Mr. Pellmann and the space robots, there.
Got Phil?
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