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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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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 02:21pm PT
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Not Geronimo, Castaneda at the library.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 03:41pm PT
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On our way home from Oakhurst we passed by Yaqui Gulch Road.As we two day tripping tourists came down the hill from Bass Lake into Oakhurst, I showed Gene the old re-built restaurant and tavern on the hill overlooking town at the last turn coming off the hill. I forget its name, but it burned in the summer of '66 and our pumper was called in from Raymond to help fight the fire, which consumed enough of the place it was rebuilt later on.
It's now abandoned again. I told Gene the story. Fifteen minutes later, the latest fire in Oakhurts began, so it seems I jinxed the place. For those who believe in jinxes, I'm sorry. But for once it was a true story!
Things have a way of being reborn, and oaks are certainly no exception.The Harlow Fire in 1961. (Sorry, Richard, not 1960).
This major burn started near what we used to call "Stumpified Mountain."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 04:32pm PT
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Following this we drove across the meadow to the shade of the other side and had our lunch sitting down with Angry Orchard, SN Pale Ale, and various comestibles, sitting like bwanas in folding metal chairs, trading stories of our past and bragging on our kids.
We found that the group camp further back towards Clover Meadow made for an excellent long-term campsite, and soooo quiet, too. The occasional log truck is part of the charm, of course.
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