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zBrown
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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."
[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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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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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 04:58pm PT
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"Fotofluff" taken while Gene inspected the base of the Water Streaks. I was that tired from not having slept and that exhausted from all the hard coughing (my inhaler got stolen in the pack & another hasn't yet come in the mail) that I just couldn't muster the energy to accompany him.Decisions, decisions.
And T Hocking, I gave that CD of yours, Sounds from the Next Stall, to Gene, as I have it loaded down to my music files. Hope you and Mo had a great weekend at Tahoe, buddy!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 05:02pm PT
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Why is Clover Meadow so far from Beasore Meadows? Shouldn't like things be grouped together? I can tell you that you'll most likely be sore if you have to walk that far just to look at flowers.
Time you get there, you'll be jonesing for a beer, food and/or soda
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 05:31pm PT
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Sez L. Brujo from South Bay Shore. "Aw, poop! The guy's right. Let's meander on down the road, Mouse."Really, just cattle eggs.
And so we booked to Oakhurst, laughing all the way.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 06:23pm PT
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After that sobering experience watching the start of the Junction fire we passed thru Nip, which got toasted in the Harlow fire.
Before crossing the S. Fork of the Chowchilla River we stopped for a brew in the vicinity of Gene's aunt's ranch, but he didn't want to go up the long dirt road right then. There is an abandoned sawmill near where we rested among the oaks and the buckeyes and GRAY PINES, not "Digger pines."
As we approached the S. Fork of the Chowchilla R. I suggested a side trip to Jerseydale to view the S. Fork of the Merced R. as well.
We turned off 49 at Bootjack (What in hell is a bootjack? I already know where in hell it is.) and headed up Darrah Road to Jerseydale Road to the overlook near the beginning of the Hite Cove 4WD trail.
I have a confession. I was in error last October when I published my TR on Brown Peak. I've since come to find that the map I used that day was in serious error. It named these two peaks incorrectly. So I didn't ascend Brown Peak, but Pinoche Peak.
http://www.supertopo.com/tr/Brown-Peak/t12163n.html
That was fun, despite the awkward beginnings. Thanks for the comments, gang.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 07:36pm PT
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A bootjack is the way certain folks (Mexicans, Polish folks, retired rock climbers, hodads, ex U.S. Presidents named Bush, Eldridge Cleaver, Sonny Barger ...) raise their cars up in order to change a (stolen) tire.
Bootlicker? I'll leave it to the imagination.
I went to Bass Lake once. I did not see one Bass. I was at least hoping for Mitch Mitchell (whom my ex-wife "dated', on second thought maybe it was Noel Redding). OK was hoping to see Phil Lesh.
Viva, viva, viva El Monte
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This
Not this?
Sure looks like Dylan's MC. Can we get an ID check on that plate?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:18pm PT
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You have won one of these marvelous pieces of technology, zBrown, for your prompt and concise answer to the serious question, "Bootjack, WTF?"
Vintage 1959. The "three-handed phone."It wasn't until 1964 that the 'sliding-around POS' got a ten-digit touch tone keyboard which replaced the dial, thus eliminating the phone's tendency to move around when dialed.
http://www.frillfreephones.com/prphhi.html
We are almost Berkeley enough tonight, it seems, but this should do it.
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Viva El Sobrante!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 08:59pm PT
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Porpoise mouths you say?
Caltech Harvard ? (Lilly, Leary, Perry)
Columbia HARVARD Caltech (Could be mistaken, but Allen may have a personal digital communicator in his lap).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 19, 2014 - 09:07pm PT
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What is hip replacement?
What The, Who The, and Where The, the Fabulous Fuzzy Freaks.
But the fact remains I can only identify Who The. I'm leery of the others' real IDs.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 19, 2014 - 09:16pm PT
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Tall cool one?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2014 - 09:16am PT
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On The Tonight Show, Johnny Carson once did a sketch where they were "retiring the Dolly Parton Jokes", which they did in a skit where they threw out every Boob Joke they could.
At the start of the skit they went to the Grave of Retired Jokes, where Carson read a few that had seen their day, like Euell Gibbons jokes and Tiny Tim jokes.
Sadly, I can't recall any of those jokes. All I can remember are the Dolly Parton gags. From a web forum.
As for Euell Gibbons...
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As for Tiny Tim, I'll let TimidToprope have a go, if he will oblige us.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Aug 20, 2014 - 09:41am PT
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Update
In 1972, Glenn Perry a preposterous computer programer read "Center of the Cyclone" by Dr John C. Lilly, took a workshop with Dr. Lilly and turned his life around. Until then, Glenn's view of reality conformed to the traditional, Western, scientific model. In a very short time, his point of view expanded, allowing him to consider, examine and even adopt adeas and thoughts that were not necessarily "provable".
That's preposterous, not poseur-ious
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 20, 2014 - 12:18pm PT
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It would be gauche to post this you-know-where, I'm sure. It would lead to no end of controversy.
And
I might-could be tacobanned
Quicker than a one-night stand.
So I'll just post it here 'n that'll be that.
Pictify your soul.
http://pictify.com/user/AnnHedonia
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