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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 04:42pm PT
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http://www.shroomery.org/forums/showflat.php/Number/13122779
Larry Jokes about the rain at Sky River.
"What a great name!"
Larry 'Hoad/Scuz/Jokes/Moab' Jones, one of the cast of Apathy House, had lived in Seattle, in a slough of despond, making frozen pizzas and filling feather pillows to get along, driving a bunkum Oldsmopile, and reveling in his freedom from enlistment in the Nav, participated in Sky River.
He also got the luck to have attended Monterey Pop. This was all while I was doing time at Sandy Eggo, the next thing to Leavenworth to a lot of souls. Really, I didn't mind. Larry was always the cutting edge in our clique--the first to get Butterfield's LP, the first to get told to get a haircut by the HS dean of men, the ONLY one to have attended Sky, Altamont, and Monterey, and the only one to have driven a Studebaker in HS. A Commander, naturally, a naval officer rank.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 04:53pm PT
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For to make up for Ron's faked "Loss of Sack."
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Even Royal's had jelly for legs, bet on it.
He's smiling because he remembered where he saw Andrew Staples or he just got a cold weenie from that chick.
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Roger Breedlove
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Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Sep 21, 2014 - 05:50pm PT
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Hey Brian,
I just got the connection of Strange Brew and the new route you and I climbed in Tuolumne and named for the song. Who else was with us? I am not so sure that the route was that good, but the song is still great. Where did you find that clip. Do you know what happened to the route? I only have very old guide and it is not listed. Did we record it?
ps: It is Roger, without the clutter of the hard consonant stop of the vowel.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 06:07pm PT
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Say there, Big Haystack.
From Big Mike's and Sandra's Too-Long Gong Show,
or
Sandra and Big Mike's LIVE Facelift Odyssey!!! as it is more popularly known.
I've had several complaints about the length of this tr now.. I agree it's a bit of a gong show, but i was sick of using the thread function for my live tr's because: They only seem to attract a select audience, and they get buried super easy. If you look at my profile, it looks as if i never post any because they are all in threads!
I really don't want to start a new report halfway through, so i think the only way to solve this dilemma is for those who would enjoy being able to skip to the end, to ask the mods to modify the tr function so it does that when you click the numbers just like a thread would, or segment it into pages when it goes over say, 100 posts??
Obviously if things don't change, i won't set it up this way next time. Bed's made now though. Time to lie in it.
Good thoughts, Big Sandy, aka the team of Sandy and Big Mike--and which of you decided on that billing? Or is it simple Canadian politeness?
Gonna have to light one up and talk this over. Thread length is crucial in weaving historical events together to form the fabric which eventually goes into a quilt someplace.
I been lyin' here on the bed of The Flames a while, looking at neebee's hand-stitched quilt, much of this aft, my feet up and mind elevated, tryin' to come up with a way to match you guys' effort, but the only thing I can do is to do what I been doin', throwing snowballs at the King fire, like.
Live it like you mean it, your life, I mean. Your life is important and your history also. It's ephemeral, but who's gonna care in fifty years, two centuries, or the year 2525, when donini will still be alive?
Let me show an exotic, somewhat grotesque example of how far ahead in time my thoughts have roamed in thinking about this lengthy tribute to Big Mike's bigness of heart and Sandra's "silent" (I'll just bet!) partnership.
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Are you gonna let her get a word in, or has Miss EdgeWise decided your mouth is big enough for the two of ya, eh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:22pm PT
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There's only one Roger, Rowjay!
Man the side for our pilot, who shall guide us in berthing, birthing, and see us into Mobile Bay for the assault on Bermingham, which will be consumed by the flames of...
Well, as I recall, it was the Bircheff brothers, you, and I. It was the first time that I had heard the name Stately Pleasure Dome, and I'm pretty sure the approach was one of the easiest, while the climb, maybe not a dog, but indeed a strange mutt.
You did this mantel thingie off the deck, which slopes and needs a spot as well as a belay or you'll land rollin' and a-tumblin', and THEN get arrested when the rollin's done.
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You might get creamed on the rest of the pitch, an overly taxing jam of weird dimensions, like 2.5 to wider and it's tracing a line up and to the right of where you entered it off the little ledge that you manteled, turned around on VERY delicately, and placed some sort of CLEAN pro in the bottom.
Then I crossed myself and breathed.
Believe it, afros are heinous, because the brillo effect forces your head away from the slightly overhanging wall, your nose is likely to get gobies, and the sweat, OH, the sweat!
But Roger was not sweating, just cool as Vanilla Ice.
This was pre-hip-hop, guys.
Stately as a diplomat in the enemy's court, Roger hoisted his frame into the crack and began jiggle-juggling up, one foot lower for to keep him in, and one moving up in the diagonal crack.
His achievement was the next belay, a good ledge, suitable for a company of four. The BrosBircheff made it fine, being more acclimatized, used to the rock of Tuolumne, and were pretty much there full-time like Roger.
I thrashed the crack, hung on the rope, and felt really thrashed and somewhat abashed in such pleasant company on such a stately if modest one-pitch route--I had become a 'weak-ender'; but one among many, I'm sure, who have had such an experience.
It was about this time in the meid-seventies that I realized that I maybe had made a mistake in marrying so young, not the person, mind you, just my decision. I really wanted only to climb a lot and work little, but I made my bed.
Wow. Blasted from tequila. But it's fun to visit with Roger. And Peter Hahn. And others who share a certain vision of how to conduct themselves.
I'm not sure of the clip you mentioned, but I presume it's one of Cream singing Strange Brew. I'll have to check, but in cases like this, as in golf, one should play a "provisional" ball, in case the other is lost, which is part of the Rules of Golf.
Is there no one willing to initiate a booklet entitled The Rules and Etiquette of Rock Climbing by Roger Breedlove?
My provisional video:[Click to View YouTube Video]Unlike the song, the route, to my knowledge, was never claimed, written up, Cumminsed, or mentioned outside of this thread.
Maybe it ought to be ignored?
"If the shoe fits, it's too big."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 10:13pm PT
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As we are quite a few of us here old farts re-farting the same old gas about the same old routes we did in our day, before out backs became significantly older, our joints noisier, and our lives maybe more complicated, I would like to say that it's greatly enjoyable.
What more need I say?
Young folks become codgers and the codgers die off.
It's a rock climbing cycle, innit?
Nawmeant?
Course you do. Buncha old ledge rats, which reminds me of Bugugaboo Spire, done with the Rev, oh, some time ago. We lived. Enough said.
There is this little video, not great, but with some charm because the "Nare-AY-tor" is British and the accent is charming.
"Glassier" gives the whole thing an appeal that is classier than an American version. He relents in the last 'bit' by slipping into "Glay-seer." No one's perfect, QED by my past accounts and mentions of our "Classic Climb and Escape From n00b Death on Bugugaboo Spire," here on this thread and others too numerous and random to either mention or remember.
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This fellow mentions the fact that weather coming in is not observable. Tough cookies. We never considered it. We were n00bs and as far as I am concerned, we beat the devil.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 22, 2014 - 06:51am PT
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This is the early bird.
The sun's rising in about a half hour.
there is nothing special about today's weather, so it is a very generic, un-photogenic sunrise.
Watch this instead. It's only from two days ago.
Have a good week.
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Please note that this is the story of USS Titanic, as you finish off that spliff, fill up the travel cup with Fogger's Mountain Grown, and head out to the garage to drive to your particular "plantation" or office or classroom.
This is not the story of the RMS Titanic, a different and much more real vessel which would never go down.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 22, 2014 - 09:31am PT
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SIR you make me CrAzy and I also Can not spell for goodness sakes lets try and explain that the
partical (spelled wrong) collider and so much that so many takors toke for granite would and
could maybe never be/... with out the thinkers Like (E Hartouni,you? ) B. Shockley and K.B
the sparkling eyes I remember of some of those guys..
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I am not worthy to try to explain what a slide rule is/was/does... to the masses here...
at least post up a picture ....please ...
and beejeebee get hit by a bus(jesus cristus) the great ones who have shook off the mortal husk this year!!!
...send out good vibes to Ammon, elcap has a BRUTAL surgery Right now
a book for you::Tuxedo Park by Jennet Conant as far off all previous topics ..and the again you'll see because you see...... thanks again for all of this every thing string Therapy
Trying to keep up but you knowmee hey hows the other (delusional me for any sake) poet Nor. weed geee? aN
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Sep 24, 2014 - 05:24pm PT
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Into words some times no meanings are meant to be hammered, driven by a hammer,
A snails pace is zee dawgs breath
Booty is removable gear, stuck, left in place
From the same stock, early iron
This rurp has cousins that are wilting
Stuck in views that are so much more grand than this
The last flakes of rust, invisible
Until one is
Almost eye to trinket
It sits, a split rock, between
Country hillside road and a newly widened highway
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The sunset was a fire at zee veery ehndh
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 28, 2014 - 10:07pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
Hey, Tom, how many vees in Wavy Gravy?
Two, FuzzFace.
How many ars in RURP, then.
Got me there, CancelAdams.
Mad Blotter's puns still haven't lost their stench after all these years.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 28, 2014 - 11:20pm PT
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Everybody snap with the master.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
Dig it! Numbah nine coal![Click to View YouTube Video]Thanks for the tunes and good times, Andy!
"One morning in the drizzling rain."
This morning's Yellow Pine geography included such notable features as these:
Travis Island, located at the outlet of Yellow Pine Parking Lake.
Lake Lilabiene, near the Merced River.
And Harrison's Slough, surrounding the Bear Box Range next to TableTop.
These appear when it rains. The drought's far from over, however.
[Click to View YouTube Video]One of the best on TimidToprope's playlist, a selection of which can be viewed on YT.
Nice to be back.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Sep 29, 2014 - 12:08am PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, wonderful shots, here...
such a great looking fire, too, and lilabiene!
shining, as the wonderful gal, she is!!!!
say, also, JUST sent you can email, through facebook....
happy good eve, got to go...
will be back, for tomorrow night, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 01:51am PT
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On Friday I took a litter bag and trash picker to the parking lot for Ranger Rock and went over to the river and back to Yellow Pine CG looking for litter.
I rode the El Cap nine a.m. shuttle there and had a good talk witht he lady driving, Cathy. She got set straight on the name of the Manure Pile and "V-7," which someone had asked her about, meaning After Seven, of course.I saw three ducks, none of which were photographed well enough to show, and this pair of trout practically at my feet.
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Captain...or Skully
climber
in the oil patch...Fricken Bakken, that's where
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Sep 29, 2014 - 06:06am PT
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Sweet pics, Mouse. The Valley looks better now.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 08:17am PT
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"Coffee tawk."Buenos dias, amigo mio Cappytain. Thanks.
Missed you at Facelift. But people like Matthew Moore, aka Crowley, whom I'd never met before, took up a lot of slack for missing persons, such as your kinky self, at Facelift.
The reason I bring up Crowley is that he has intimate knowledge of the Rev and some of our old common acquaintances from Camp 4 and the general YNP domain.
Stephen, next to Tom Rhorer in this shot, is from my old stamping grounds and we became friendly over the week following his initial outburst against the campers in D Loop, YPCG. He was in C Loop, a neighbor of Hossjulia, whose demeanor pleased him not ("that noisy, noisy woman"--HA-HA!), and he also leveled criticism of those who banged bear boxes closed after quiet time began.
He might have had legit complaints, but he later joined our evening high jinks and opened up to the experience of having to live in a suburb of Tacoville. He's a year older than I, resided in Moraga, as did I, was born in Richmond, and shares lots of my experiences of the Bayarea (it's one word, according to experts) and living in Yosemite.
This meeting of strangers and including them into our group is a satisfactory way of increasing the size of my world at a pace I like. On Sunday afternoon I met a woman from the Bayarea (this is where that word was concocted, during our conversations--I knew that I'd remember sooner or later) who was a "refugee" from the Tuolumne Meadows Facelift camp, and who had been sent to us at YPCG by High Traverse. When Susan E. got there, she didn't even know H, who was gone at the time, but soon she was being helped out by Lilabiene and myself and told about who we Tacoans were and so forth.
I've been given lots of things from being associated with the Taco. Free coffee, and lots of it, wine, love, a bike, and on and on. The friendships are what are most valuable, of course, and my memories like gold.
Here's a good one. I was introduced by Audrey to Susan's sister. Her nickname is "Mouse."
Fergeddaboudit!
A few other new acquaintances from the Facelit included Ki Bum, a climber originally from Korea, who was regaled on Saturday night by BooDawg and myself on "the history of Camp 4's past" as I called it after several bottles of imbibe and glasses of Frenchy provided by GLee and Fattrad, the non-evil one.
He then asked specifically about the origins of YOSAR and I had to let the dam loose about what I experienced in the fall and spring of 1970/71, when the term "SAR campsite" differentiated some of us from others there, of how Schmitz did NOT relish the tasks being given him and Bridwell of herding a bunch of wildcats into a legit force for the good of the masses of stupids and unluckies visiting the Park.
"We were ranting at the Campfire, like all good Tacos do,
When off the Modern Mayflower jumped Ki Bum and Susan, too."
[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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Sep 29, 2014 - 08:58am PT
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The day of my walk along the river,
When I had shot shots of the Doltish Girl climbing up the face
I met Ariake, a Japanese by race.
And I wished him no better fate
Than to have climbed Zodiac
Followed by his faithful mate.
He had, in fact, led all the pitches and hauled all the pitches, and relied on his wife to clean up after him. I was reminded of Mister E and Maidy.
Nomichi had never sailed on no Mayflower, much less ever done ANY aid climbing, but she took good pictures and was beautiful besides.
I met them at the bear boxes in the Manure Pile Buttress parking and picnic area. They were in Degnan's next morning, Saturday, but the rain and their tiredness probably kept them from accepting an invitation to the MeatFest.
So, hello to both of these folks, and why don't you do something incredible the next time you visit? I'm being facetious, Ariake, and I'm speaking slowly.
Cheers! Sorry you didn't come over to visit.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 05:08pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 05:12pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 29, 2014 - 05:17pm PT
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