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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... wow, these pics are loaded with fun, as they
load for me... wow...
i will stay on line a bit now and see how many...
i love this art stuff!!! such fun...
also, it is 'pasty' time around here, a michigan thing and my
friend from the old neighborhood is busy making theirs for the
restaurant...
say, zbrown, i think? i remember you mentioning stuff about upper michigan,
say, would you email me, please... got a question as to all that...
too much to type here... :O
my mom made meat pies, but in a one-tin large pie... not the
pocket size for miners...
(and NO mouse,you ol' word-trickers, you, ;)) --not 'miners' as to folks that could not have the 'pint' size yet,
these are edible pint-size pies, :)) ... ;)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Would it be cool to name these hot ones from your bake-oven
Surpieses?
I can smell'em from here, grinning ear to ear.
Glad you enjoyed the shoe.
Fair warning...But it's time for weenies and wheat bread.
A word from Our Sponsor Which Art In Hiding.
Surpieses and ice cream! Hot diggity!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, wow mouse, :)
the LAS GO is a precious share, for sure...
i love it!!
congrats on sharing the first ascent with mice from all fields...
:)
loved all the views, by the way, too...
:)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there, say, mouse...
hmmm, question:
now that you bagged it, las go...
is it NOW, las got??
;))
also, in the very first pic, up close, what side is that... it looks the same side, as it looks with the ranch sign and fence in front...
did you then make a small turn to get to the north face, or what,
as, that pics comes about right after those two...
:)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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For a thread composed of drivel and stuff, all the way to Nausea (New York State?), there are some amazing phenomenological artifacts herein.
Fixin' a hole where the rain falls in.
Geometry of innocent flesh on the metal
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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http://www.icr.org/
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Drivel Deifined!
The bottom line is that evolution failed!
We are not animals!
What chimp could possibly drawer this complicated, massively-expensive Pic of me bum?
I left no trace of my silent passage except I imagined I had done something as significant as Foops! or Perhaps on the GPA.
There was already plenty of mousey poop, so...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Uh, basically Nim taught this woman Signing, without once ever havng seen her butt, yet he was able to describe it perfectly to me. Good Samaritan that I am, I passed it on to Picasso, who did his own thing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What else we got in common?
Chongo is our champion, little did we know.
Courage, Insight, Compassion, and Liberty.
CICL,
a cycle round the (debatable) hole in our soul like stars around an earth that's spinning and orbiting nicely, thank you (indisputable fsct).
The two shall meet in another chapter of the Book of the Dun Crow.
The atheist and the other guy.
They'll never see eye to eye before I die.
(Who the heck cares, anyway?)
In the interests of my new friend, the beauty known as Robbie, owner of the Airport Bar in Mt. Bullion, who at the chili doin's got me in a corner, private-like, and did some persuadin'.
Robbie's a gardener, too. For a bit, I thought I was at the Home & Garden show at the fairgrounds instead of a roadhouse.
Pumpkin pie.
Pumpkin eye.
Pumpkin butt.
Yeah, that's what.
Trick or treat!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's all about getting fed. Those weenies were followed by Crumb Cake and buttermilks, BTW.One might ask for Go-Go Girls with one's decadent treats, as long as one were at it.
Or you might take on some spicy Spanish cuisine out towards Bootjack.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Who remembers Cruz & Willie's Place, much less how to get there?
I found it by accident, by God's plan, whatever. I was looking for a place to turn around to photograph this sign, which I shot the next morning.
Take 49S out of Mariposa, head up the hill to the right on Sebastapol Road, just before the big left on to Darrah Road. It's still there, but has been closed since 1984, according to John, grandson of Cruz and Willie. I spoke with him a bit and it turns out we have acquaintances in common with a couple guys from the trails crew in Yosemite and in Raymond.
This was a startling thing to find, and yer gonna crucify me, but I blame it on the sign that John's neighbor placed next to the highway on the end of his lot.Lots and lots of beer was drunk here at this dump "at the end of the road."
It surprised me when my brother Mike and his lady raved about the place when either Dolores or I mentioned it at their place one day in the late seventies. They are the two who insisted on calling it Cruz 'n' Willies at the End of the Road.
Golgota, por favor.
All I knew about Latin food was out of the Tijuana Cafe on the Drag in La Merced and the enchiladas that Dolores learned to make from her sister's recipe given her by Bob Ruiz, a guy who worked with their mom in Merced but moved to Oxnard like their mom when the store they worked for closed here and opened there. See? Being a Flame doesn't give you a Mexican palate by default. Bob was only half Mexican. The enchiladas were good, though.
I still like weenies when I want them.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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In order to get there from Camp 4 or Wawona, you had to drive.
Unlike the folks at Squamish, who were apparently un-used to driving to go climb, with the exception of those who climbed else where, like Fred B., the prime example, because they just got a road in to the Chief, eh, well, the Campers at 4 took whatever ride came along to get to their tacos and cerveza.
There were a few around who knew the way. Rich in the Blue Polluter nine-passsenger station wagon that epic-failed when being driven fully-loaded coming home from Tuolumne.
There was Bruce Prices's '57 Chevy, a coppery-colored bomb that he drove with aplomb and much pedal. Made Dolt and Powell seem like avalanche poodles versus race hounds. He drove the school bus to Mario-Poser daily for a living. Knowledge pays. He didn't drink much, to his eternal credit. By comparison.
There was my man, Larry the Cowboy and a succession of vehicles, among them a boat of a station wagon and a Ford pick-up. We might have let him offer to drive home, but he often just couldn't, so I never had that pleasure of being driven hard and woke up wet in the river. Larry had some close ones, never with me in his car without my driving home.
Then there was my van Dorf. And one lucky-ass, but still very smooth and capable, if fast, driver. Me.
I don't know how we all survived out there on the roads in such shape.
I'll ask Batso when and if I see him.Darkness, dark beer, and dark deer. Good combination splatter, comes with beans and rice.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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One for Chongo the Lurker.
TO HELP THE MONKEY CROSS THE RIVER
By Thomas Lux
which he must
cross, by swimming, for fruits and nuts;
to help him
I sit with my rifle on a platform
high in a tree, same side of the river
as the hungry monkey. How does this assist
him? When he swims for it
I look first upriver: predators move faster with
the current than against it.
If a crocodile is aimed from upriver to eat the monkey
and an anaconda from downriver burns
with the same ambition, I do
the math, algebra, angles, rate-of-monkey,
croc- and snake-speed, and if, if
it looks as though the anaconda or the croc
will reach the monkey
before he attains the river’s far bank,
I raise my rifle and fire
one, two, three, even four times into the river
just behind the monkey
to hurry him up a little.
Shoot the snake, the crocodile?
They’re just doing their jobs,
but the monkey, the monkey
has little hands like a child’s,
and the smart ones, in a cage, can be taught to smile.
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BASE104
Social climber
An Oil Field
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This thread is sort of like.....
Facebook.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oz never did give something to the Tin Man, that I already hadn't
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Facebook is sort of like this thread - I've been told.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Facebook is dead.
Gm7.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I miss my friend CosmicCragsman.
When we got together at Alessandria out in the desert it was as "happenin'" as it gets the first time two particles like us collide.
As a noted Brit geologist said, "This could be the last time--I don't know. they are two particles colliding. Who can say what happens to them afterwards?"--Mick "Ray" Jagger
The Higgs boson has been around for about fifty years.
It has just been granted official existence, however.
The Nobel Prize recently went to two particle physicists who worked hard on the deal.
Now the scientists and creationists can play that softball game they’ve been talking about for years.
The way is open to the Higgs field.
They should all go to mass and thank Jesus first in addition to the kegger afterwards.
Professor Higgs being British and all, he was appointed to the Order of the Companions of Honour in the 2013 New Year Honours in Jolly Old.
Who makes these decisions about who should be stowed with a Nobel in Physics?
Is it a Particle Board made up of eminent Einsteins?
Is is just some geek working for peanuts and mostly for the dynamite experience of choosing winners?
Because,
The recent potential discovery of the Higgs boson prompted fellow physicist Stephen Hawking to note that he thought that Higgs should receive the Nobel Prize in Physics for his work which he finally did, shared with François Englert in 2013.
None of these guys have done a hard off width, I might point out, were I pointing finger.
This guy is not a physicist, a creationist, nor a Nathi-ist (a break-away sect from the Sons of Nathi).
He's a fisticist, specializing in the study of rattly jams and sketchy double-stacks.
He is wearing the prize given to him by the YCA for his hard-fisted stand on not wearing lycra--he insists that it looks foolish.
AndrejzBrown is a new shade in the spectrum, derived from careful study of his poopy pants after climbing Basket Case.
It is said to lie between chamoisee and raw umber in the shading scale.
Fascinating resemblance, zBrown.
Facebook died from an overdose of saccharine.
Viva variedade!
Fisticists do it with a hadron, a hardon, even a bosun.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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More on the park closure. (You didn't hear this from me.)
Our hearsay correspondent in the park has reported,
to my delight and joy, that
"the squirrels are happy."
Yosemite Lake is open.
I was there YESTERDAY, listening to Rubber Soul in my head. That LP was released in 1965, about the time of the emergence of the Higgs particle.
"Beatle Speech"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCnzIJ3Z-3k
All right, come along now.
Close our eyes.
If that works I'm in for it.
But that was Yesterday.I have time to rectify my errant Way Words. I've got it now.
Do what you want to do.
Do what you want to do.
Rectify and recycle.
Erectify.Naughty.
Litterly renew the outline of the Schrodinger box.
Some things were not meant to change, however maybe so.
Or slowly, very very slowly. Step by step and inch by inch, in lay terms.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gene, we were meant to go Briceberg to Bagby. I'm thinking bikes instead of walking.
Come back, good buddy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This differs from Facebook in that anyone at all is free to post
up anything at all--huge outlandishly out-sized photos which
screw up the page;
slander about icons, which is nothing;
blather, sometimes, and drunken rambles others;
scoops of dirt, bits of moss, and twigs;
date seeds;
bears, cows, cats, and shadows;
freakin' dreams which may or may not have been real;
the nature of the absolute;
time zones and how they relate to your day ( a planned future discussion, based on Leggs' thread, but really just a spoof of a
dear sweet soul--I WOULD NEVER!!!!--who simply wants us all
to enjoy life with a smile :-D :-) :O) O-) ) ;
some music and poetry;
Climbing Content and Historic Photos;
and many other things, all easily and casually observed,
and all waiting to be plucked from the pot, family-style,
not Me-me-me style.
Thought you might like to see my Mousifesto.
There it is, and it is subject to change with due notice to the readership NOT!
One whord: whimsy.
*sigh*
We are all about trust among predators
who all want the same thing.
Why spoil it with
f*#king shenshorship?
Sheesh!!!!!!!
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