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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 16, 2016 - 01:42pm PT
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^^^Bowling alley not shown.
Majestic Helluva Stay Yosemite Lodge at the Falls swimming pool. Out of service, as are bicycle rentals at the Four-Mile Trail Bike Rental Shop. The postal office is probably closed for the season. I failed to ask. It will, however, be changing its name to the Lick'em & STick'em Branch Post Office at the Majestic Helluva STay Yosemite Lodge at the Falls. zip 95389 (still).
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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 16, 2016 - 07:02pm PT
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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 16, 2016 - 07:06pm PT
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Old Boy of Hoy by John Cleare
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MisterE
Gym climber
Small Town with a Big Back Yard
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Feb 16, 2016 - 07:07pm PT
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BANDWIDTH PIRATE MASTERS UNITE!!!111333
OCCUPY SUPERTOPO!
LOL!!!
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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 16, 2016 - 07:10pm PT
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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 16, 2016 - 07:18pm PT
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"Bandwidth Pirate Master, right? So am I!"
"Остальная часть этих дураков мы займут, а затем закопать."
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Feb 16, 2016 - 07:47pm PT
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While Berkeley had a lot more people than San Diego, parking was at a premium and to be defended by all means necessary.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Feb 16, 2016 - 07:56pm PT
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MisterE
Gym climber
Small Town with a Big Back Yard
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Feb 16, 2016 - 08:01pm PT
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See you on the other side
Would that be the "Embers" that follows the "Flames"?
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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 16, 2016 - 08:08pm PT
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Maybe.
It could be the new "Embers" thread, AKA the soon-to-be-seen "Novembers" thread.
We'll just have to let it all out and see what happens then.
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MisterE
Gym climber
Small Town with a Big Back Yard
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Feb 16, 2016 - 08:32pm PT
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Nouveau embers might be better - heh.
Nice interacting with you tonight, Mouse.
JJ is the MAN!
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Feb 16, 2016 - 09:02pm PT
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Captured by the Briny Sea
On a February sunrise
Hosting footsteps as I spied
Off the Mendocino coast
White columns of briny sea
Swirling up to the sky
Defying gravity they climbed
No explanation as to why
Through beams of radiant sunlight
Cast through darkened clouds up high
These water spouts went skyward
I could never explain
And wondered why the misty ocean
Would be cavorting so about
As it rained back to the earth
With many rainbows spreading out
Up into the starry starry dark
As my eye saw what the mind
Would be surely to doubt
That's when I felt it take me over
And there wasn't time for thought
Only a wind so swift did have me
As it oh hurly loved me out
For many a mile out o'er the deep
Beyond the rocky islands white
With crowds of sea lions and gulls
Past sharkish water there was no help
Over the whitecaps and waves
I saw afar the grassy shoreline
And the many rows of sheep trails
As I was swallowed by the kelp
I'll never take another breath
Nor will sleep warmly in my bed
Without remembering that water
A hundred feet above my head
And the sandy ocean bottom
Saw me way down deep below
Ashen I went and ashen again
Breathing briny breath within
I was sleeping and I was waking
Grey faced in my salty bed
Then swam a walrus to me
Fat we sat low 'round rocky table
With checkers and kippers
He waiting for my move
Me eyeing his breakfast
Oysters on the half shell
They floated effortlessly
Into his toothy maw
That's when he asked me point blank
If I liked the accommodations
And then I wanted to get out
Thats when the wave lifted me
At thirty feet I surfed the face
And the whitewater crashed
Ripping me out
From the ocean's green black grasp
I did not forget the schools of squid
Or the Seabass and the flute-fish
As not to seem ungrateful
I found my first breath with a rasp
Moistened 'round my eyes
With the sun upon my cheeks
Burnt my nose and chapped my lips
Soggy hands and soggy feet
Treading then to shallow water
I crawled up on the shore
There was sand between my fingers
And there were shells between my toes
I wanted back into that ocean
But the ocean wanted more
I'll never take another breath
Nor will sleep warmly in my bed
Without remembering that day
And what the ocean to me said
Of what could have been my fate
Below the curly whorly waves
And that always it will call me
Silent my ocean bottom grave
Where all the fishes were to mourn me
For their hunger I would sate
-bushman
02/16/2016
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Feb 17, 2016 - 07:57am PT
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JJ is the one person (well if you don't count Ike Turner) who lived in San Diego, between midnight and sunrise anyway. Died here too.
Sure, Mr. Tambourine Man was there, but he was just passin' through.
It does seem a little suspicious on the face of it. On the brighter side, at least JJ wasn't stomped to death in a jail cell.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Feb 17, 2016 - 08:02am PT
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"Looks like a badger to me."
Ah, that is a raccoon. A badger has a lighter stripe down its face. We have both around here.
Back to the studio for me.
ff
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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 17, 2016 - 08:04am PT
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Sunrise, you say?
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"Eek, a raccoon!" just doesn't have the punch we're lookin' for.
"Oh, my aching back, a badger!" seems more appropriate, since we've discussed badgers aplenty round hyar.
"Gosh, a gnome!" is sorta lame, nawmean?
Skunks provide lots more opportunity for humor. Am I right, Bushman?
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Feb 17, 2016 - 08:06am PT
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Mouse, beautiful sunrise photos. Beautiful. Thank you.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Feb 17, 2016 - 08:07am PT
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Stop harping on it?
Uh oh .. saw it comin' didn't ya?
badger badger badger badger badger
SnAke
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Feb 17, 2016 - 08:26am PT
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My Skunk Guitar
Oh my precious skunk guitar
I played it near and played it far
At red rocks and the Parthenon
With golden fingers played upon
The black-and-white and pearly lute
My uniform was itchy jute
With one shoe green the other red
Unlike my attitude which said
My only hope to play one tune
With crescendo rising to the moon
And played upon my skunk guitar
At venues near and concerts far
'Til one day lost it in a fire
Those golden fingers would retire
-bushman
02/17/2016
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