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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 15, 2014 - 05:38am PT
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FUN WITH THREADS (OT or NOT!)
According to the neebeean Metaphor, no quilt is complete without threads of many colors, depending on the design, of course.
Dingus and neebee both keep me in stitches!
My thanks abound.
I'm locked down.
"Stitched up and I'm feelin' the burn."
[Click to View YouTube Video]Locked down like a locking D.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 15, 2014 - 06:14am PT
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Repeat after me: "the Rev NEVER lies!"--Tarbuster at the Iron Door, a historic place for a historic comment
I'm on top of the world this morning and nothing's gonna drag me down!--Handy Jack Smalley
Not even going smokeless today.
Speaking of the Rev, who's never smoked, and who is barely tolerant of my habit but has learned to keep it to himself
(His wife Denny does, but she's not allowed to smoke in the house, so there.)
Speaking of Mathis, the Rev--
Smoking is a probable cause of depression, as I see it. I know first-hand that it causes unhappy thoughts. Enough about me and theory. It's putting it into practice that's hard.
Here's where faith comes in, that a higher power is willing to help in any small way.
I'm pretty useless against this vice
'n the Good Lord's help would be real nice.
But my own dad quit.
His last ciggy remained unlit.
The truth is I don't want to quit. The truth is I never listened to Boomer's advice as a young man, and as an older fool I listened but politely ignored it.
But it's ironic that in my everyday life I am a quitter in so many ways, even in ways of which I'm unaware.
My most amazing friend, zBrown, is well into this scene. I thank him for all his good offices, of which he may have no inkling, but which have been real to me.
You see what quitting booze will do for you.
And I mean it's a good thing, zeebster.
I love you, man!
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I hope, too, I'll never tire or quit of you Tacos.
You're a strange but fun group of genuine Whackos.
Off to see some wizards.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 16, 2014 - 12:21am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 16, 2014 - 04:08pm PT
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Postcard hugs & kissies.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 17, 2014 - 11:45am PT
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Excerpt from Ron Anderson's new anti-hunting spew, HUNTING FOR VEGANS.
Suddenly sensing danger, the bear's eys changed in appearance, no longer soft. There was a gleam of hatred in them now that made Ron tremble. He knelt and propped the holy water pitcher on the huge trunk of the ash.
"That's the devil I'm talking to!" he thought. Taking a small sip of the water calmed him immediately. He reached into his pocket for the turkey baster. Available wherever fine veggies are found, except for Khanom's Hopping Rabbit Farm.
A 'send-up,' Ron.
"Just funnin' ya, Wyatt."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 17, 2014 - 02:52pm PT
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So Gene is offering an alternative, MooseTroll.
The infamous Sonora Pass took place once in the sixties at a bed and breakfast near Twain-Harte.
It caters to film crews as part of its legacy. The photos adorn the walls, the good wishes from celebs abound, and the ambiance is pure-D grade-B western movie.
And Rock Hudson was in one room, Marilyn in another, adjoining.
I'm not saying anymore for fear of stepping on reputations.
But, seriously, the rest is history.
Gene is kinda tall, see.
And he's a rock climber, too.
And we are leaving for Sonora Pass.
Bye-ee!
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Gene
climber
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Aug 17, 2014 - 03:13pm PT
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Mouse,
See you soon in MODESTO, not Oakdale.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 17, 2014 - 04:59pm PT
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One can't get a train ticket without presenting one's ID.
My wallet was in the red pack that was taken from the park last week.
I got to the Amtrak, found this out, calmed down, walked back over and called Gene from a neighbor's phone.
Plan C in operation.
Nuts!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 18, 2014 - 07:03pm PT
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Well, I've been away soes I have some catchin' up to do, I will remark regarding your last post, that an expired driver's icense apparently is not deemed to be sufficient identification for the purchase of beer by a sixty-seven (going quickly on sixty-eight) year old man. The store is called Rite Aid.
Maybe I need to buy a passport photo. Eh?
Anyway, I was wondering what it would be like if ol' zBrown had gotten together with Sweet Georgia?
What to call the kids? Hint, not SweetPea?
Give up? sweetZ
What was Geronimo's real name?
Ya got any 5&1/4 inch floppies? I do.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 18, 2014 - 07:09pm PT
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Jumpin' Jehosaphat?
Capt. Jack Buffaloheart?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 18, 2014 - 07:21pm PT
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Some rob with a six-gun, others with a fountain pen?
You can't touch that!
When I whipped it out (not that it, the card), my purchase ailed on threo9ugh. I'm number 14225 BTW
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 18, 2014 - 07:27pm PT
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What song am I listening to right now? You gotta ask? It ain't Grootna, that' fer sure. And it ain't Django Unchained.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 18, 2014 - 11:31pm PT
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Bowling anyone?
Two outstanding bowlers, golfers, and climbers, really just touring today.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:15am PT
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Like I said, I gotta go, but I'll get back to you on my Motorola Digital Personal Communicator.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:22am PT
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or ... maybe an electronic disc via the snail mail
May have to send this one via train courier. Hope, this guy has some ID.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:31am PT
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That would be Goyaałé [kòjàːɬɛ́]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 09:10am PT
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When Amtrack couldn't sell me a train ticket to Modesto to meet up with Gene, I walked back to Middle Earth, used a neighbor's phone to call Gene, and he set in motion Plan C. He drove down Santa Fe from Motown and picked me up.
We decided to scratch Sonora Pass as our destination. We selected Shuteye Ridge instead--he'd driven this far, neither of us had visited the place and we still haven't got very close!
Before I continue this narrative, I must say that Gene is one determined and persevering guy. And a good driver as well as golfer and bowler and climber.
Our route would have taken us from Merced to Madera to 4 Corners and up Hwy 41 to the turn-off to North Fork and Minarets Rd., which would have gotten us eventually to Clover Meadow to stay the night.
There was a wreck on 41 we found out at a mini-mart stop and this meant an alternate route to North Fork, which we figured out with some local help. We got to North Fork at dark and followed Minarets Rd. until the chain across it, put up by the USFS because of the recent fire at Shuteye.
Well, here's where Gene reacted bullishly. He said, "Let's drive to Bass Lake and take Beshore Rd. instead (sp. Beasore). Oteye?" I said, "That's Otay by me, but isn't it 'Beazhore' Rd.?" Discussion followed, nobody could be right here, anyway, because I'm afraid that nobody really knows how to say it except the man who owned the name, who's long gone. The list of 'nobidys' includes the two ranger ladies at Clover Meadows, who called it 'BayShore' and 'Beezore,' respectively.
We drove as far in the dark as Upper Chiquito CG, flaked out, and while I tried to sleep, I could not because of breathing difficulty at this elev. Malone rested well, having worked hard in the morning to get time to spend in the hills. He admitted that the original destination was above Pinecrest, and involved at least one hour's hiking. Just as well things happened as they did.
We awoke and drove to Clover Meadow (no 's'), getting there as the rangers opened for business in the tiny station there, mugs of coffee in hand.
On the way to Clover we stopped at a viewpoint set up by the USFS of the Mosquito Creek drainage and Shuteye Ridge, as close as we were to come, it turns out. The rangers told us the road was blocked from this direction, too!
We saw the sun's rays spreading over this landscape and it was spectacular. The photos don't do justice. I forgot the setting on the camera was for ambient light, not full sunlight. But this is my offering for donini, planning to visit the place next summer.
The next group is of peaks we saw shortly before we got to Clover Meadow at a different location near there.
Gene thought one of them might by Mt. Lyell, the rest ought to be in the Clark Range.
http://www.sierranevadageotourism.org/content/jones-store-at-beasore-meadow/sie76EB8C581159269AB
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