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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Rep. McClintock scales 14,000' Half Dome un-roped!
Claims shoeless FA as part of hillbilly recognition week in closed Yosemite.
He lies about fishing, too. :O)
He don't know the south fork from the north spoon in his mouth. :-)
He likes his suckers, though.
Is this slander?
I'm not libelous, am I?
I can never tell the difference.
Is it worse than his shenanigans?
I didn't call him a turd and I didn't do a lot of things I could have.
Smirching across Mariposa, heading for Elk Grove Tavern.
Gonna fix 'im a lead cocktail, boys.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Not your father's Middle Earth.
It's some soil additive/chemical fertilizer out on Yosemite Avenue.
Looks alpine, smells bovine.
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splitter
Trad climber
SoCal Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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hey, "Put a sock on it, Mouse!" lol
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dateline
Usona, Mariposa County, CA.
A small community founded in 1913 near Mariposa, California, is named Usona, from the same acronym.[1]
Erwin Gudde & William Bright, 2004. California Place Names: The Origin and Etymology of Current Geographical Names—from Wiki
These finely inbred communities sometimes develop a vocabulary of their own, i.e., Boontling up in Boonville. These are some words I overheard in a cafe on Triangle Road during a lull in driving.
Really, a sock?
Don't make me laugh.
Ain't no puppet.
Pelosamide: dangerous only when inhaled through the right nostril if you are a liberal. It promotes belief in the imaginary, such as budgets.
Pelosianna: blindly optimistic that one is NOT right, but to the left, not really knowing, just hoping like hell it’s so. Fingers crossed, fattrad.
Spelosi:
As in, “I put a spelosi on you.” Because you’re blind.
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splitter
Trad climber
SoCal Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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eKat - Put a sock on it, Mouse! i simply was ribbing you in regards to how another Tacoite ^ responded to yer poetry on another thread.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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eKate vs eekMouse! The slapdown or slapshot of all time.
Sure glad nobody got an ear bit off.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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ePinche
Orale
Tu pinche hermana está bien pinche, wey
Seems Like a Freeze-Out
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Bill Thompson
Ice climber
Marquette
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Saw the first page post with Batso....funny thing is that I will be climbing with Kelly Laasko in the morning- will tell him hello!
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GLee
Social climber
MSO
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Wow!! Cruz & Willie's!
Thx Mouse for bringing back my memory of a great meal or 2 or 3 that I had there!!
A TRUE CLASSIC!!
GLee
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Change in the mountain
Change in the land
Ain't no changin' me
Cuz I'm a natural mouse, man
Furtive and
Insertive
Niceties ain't miceties, and
Remember One Word to haunt yo: Hanta
Happy Halloween and
Merry Visions of Snowflakes
White Llamas and
White Rocks for Chertsmas
Won't catch Santa knappin'
His other selves do that nasty cutty stuff
His infectious humor creates delerium and
The only known cure: don't sleep.
The only unknown cure?
Add white zin and there's the steel;
The river is white zin and I'm a freestyle mouse and
I'm your mouse Flint
I woke up this mornin' lookin' roun' fo' my shoes
I was havin' those mean ole wakin' blurs, I mean blues
(Hey in the hay, Splitter, Two cents for what album
I'm listenin' to, which to I listen--ease OK))
The day begun in the dark
But not in the Park
I recall the view from Guadalupe Grade
I got up and dressed warmer cuz it was lookin' bad
Like it was GONNA RAIN!
Minutes and hours passed without a frickin' drop
Ficklin' port weather
Stay in port and have some, too
All the day the weather said "GOOD god I'M GONNA RAIN"
I laid around Cathey Valley
Till my little ole hambone was spoiled
So I went and had break fast real slow
Talkin' Michigan move to California blues
Next thing I know I'm back home
Burning the candle pretty fast, I am,
But my home is lonesome and the road is not
I kinda want a poodle
They are the most intelligent according to sources
And according to STeinbeckinagroovewiththatpoodlenamedCharley.
Do you Tami?
Well, I Toni! And some of the stories I could tell
are enough to curl your hair.
Getting back to the Upper Peninsula
My old climbing pal from the late eighties,
showin' up on the radar.
Oh, thanks to the mercies of the one
Who makes people seek out the flame
KELLY! What's happenin'?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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GLee,
Buddy! Thanks for the Negra Modelo!
Glad you remember the place at the end of the road!
Don't forget to tip the waitress, though.
It just makes good sense.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 02:59am PT
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there is nothing you can know that isn't known
all you need is love
i hope you find it in your neighborhood when you least expect it
it's more fun like that
[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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Oct 10, 2013 - 03:40am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 03:57am PT
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Here's a surprise. Oh, yeath, you're gonna choke on the view![Click to View YouTube Video]
this is, I suppoes
why I arose
and bothered
to take this trip
to get coffeed-up
and go see rows
of pioneers
in the ground RIP
The Catheys Valley Cemetery, dead ahead.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 11:52am PT
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Yes, and we all come back to Mother Earth.
Mother Earh's layin' for us.
It don't matter how much you're worth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 12:09pm PT
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When the Gold Rush began in 1849, many men left their families in search of gold. Andrew, his son Daniel, and son-in-law Benjamin Wills, traveled by river boat from Fort Smith Arkansas to New Orleans and then took a ship to the Isthmus of Panama. In Panama, they boarded another ship bound for San Francisco; from there they caught a stage overland to Indian Gulch, Mariposa County, California.
In 1851, Andrew returned to Arkansas for his family. The Cathey-Wills, Rowland, Hammond, families organized a wagon train to California. Some of the families were those who had come from North Carolina earlier, leaving the Hammonds to start from Collegeville, Arkansas.
Andrew Cathey was appointed Captain of the Cathey-Wills wagon train. About twenty families traveled in covered wagons pulled by oxen. Horses were used to drive the approximate thirty head of cattle. It is said that only one steer was lost on the entire trip, and it was believed stolen by the Indians.
A trip journal shows that they traveled to Fort Smith, Arkansas where they re-grouped and purchased supplies for the trip that began on April 2nd. They traveled the southern route through Ft. Bliss near El Paso, Fort Tucson, Arizona, then began following the Gila River, an alternative to the Santa Fe Trail. As the wagon train moved across the land, more people joined them. Special duties were assigned to everyone.
When they reached the Rio Grande, the wagon beds had to be taken apart and all bolt holes were tightly plugged with wooden pegs. The cracks were caulked with what they had available. Together, they formed a ferry-like raft to transport their families, their livestock, and household goods across the river.
The Geary’s had started out with the Oatman family. The Oatman’s had been warned the Indians were on the warpath. the Geary's joined with the Cathey wagon train and later they came upon the aftermath of the Oatman Wagon Train. Upon seeing the burned wagons and recognizing Mrs. Oatmans clothing, Mrs Geary she was overcome with grief. Although the Cathey’s never encountered any hostility by the Indians.
The wagon party took only a very few days off to wash clothes and rest the oxen. It is said many of the women walked barefoot. One serious threat was when their water barrels began to get low, an order was given: no more water. People and animals were rationed only one or two sips when it was really needed.
It had been days since they crossed a stream and mountains were still some distance away. After they had almost given up hope of finding water, one of the teamsmen suddenly noticed his oxen raised their heads and sniffed the air. In good judgment, the teamsman gave the oxen their reign. They immediately left the trail, and on top of a knoll, under a large rock was a basin full of fresh water!
After leaving Ft. Yuma, a Mrs. Warner, who had just buried a child enroute in New Mexico, gave birth to another child. The family continued on to El Monte, in southern California. The Wills family broke away from the wagon train. The remaining wagon party traveled over the Tejon Pass, across the San Joaquin Valley to just below Millertown, where they crossed over the San Joaquin River.
They proceeded north, crossing over Mariposa Creek and through the McDermott place, up Bear Creek, and on to Indian Gulch where they arrived on October 27, 1852. It was a long, arduous journey of living in tents and wagons for two years and enduring countless hardships. They sold milk from their herd to the miners.
Cathey’s Valley is named after Andrew Cathey and his sons. In 1854, Andrew D. Cathey purchased a ranch from a Mr. Evans. Evans drove a hard bargain and Andrew finally agreed to pay him $1,500 for a quit-claim. This became Andrew and his wife Mary’s first, new, real home. Her sons lived at home for about ten years before they all became larger independent landowners. Cathey's Valley now bears his name.
Andrew Cathey soon became very involved in civic and political activities. He enjoyed exhibiting his abundant produce in the Merced Fair. A few of his trees and vines are still standing, although very sparse after nearly 150 years.
Andrew and his wife, Mary, very devout Christians, helped build a church, school and cemetery on land they donated.
Recently a large mariposite stone monument was built by many donors and volunteer labor in memory and honor of the Andrew D Cathey family and history of Cathey's Valley. The monumnet is located at the Cathey's Valley Park. We welcome vistors to stop and read the early history plaque and see the 1879 one room school house. The school house was restored by the Cathey's Valley Historical Society.
--www.mariposearesearch.net
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 10, 2013 - 01:20pm PT
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Yep, we're all gonna die.
It's a comforting thought.
Invest in some matches
Or go buy you a plot.
The cowboy who roped
And the gal he once wooed
Are buried together
Since they were married for good.
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