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mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 28, 2014 - 10:07pm PT

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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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 28, 2014 - 11:20pm PT

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.

neebee

Social climber

calif/texas

Sep 29, 2014 - 12:08am PT

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, :)

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 29, 2014 - 01:51am PT

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.

Captain...or Skully

climber

in the oil patch...Fricken Bakken, that's where

Sep 29, 2014 - 06:06am PT

Sweet pics, Mouse. The Valley looks better now.

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 29, 2014 - 08:17am PT

"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."

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mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 29, 2014 - 08:58am PT

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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 29, 2014 - 05:08pm PT

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 29, 2014 - 05:12pm PT

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 29, 2014 - 05:17pm PT

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 29, 2014 - 05:19pm PT

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 29, 2014 - 05:24pm PT

Yosemite Falls, the high point of many trips.

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 30, 2014 - 12:07am PT

Except, Andy, they did not have a Sentinel Rock Band at Sky River. We, however, did, thanks to you and others.

And the older Dylan songs march on...forever.
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Sentinela overwatches both Camp 4 and YPCG. I once wanted her so bad. It still hurts, though.

neebee

Social climber

calif/texas

Sep 30, 2014 - 12:29am PT

hey there say, mouse...

wow, GREAT TO SEE these posted pics...

and, 'great' in more ways, than one...

:)

say, did you get the email note, about the bike?
from facebook notes... ?
email, if you did...

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 30, 2014 - 02:27am PT

Walk A Boot the Government Center
Where LEO Lives & Reigns.
You'll See A Thousand Things
Before It Even Rains.

I Love the Cemetery Bench.

I Love the Old Sunnyside Bench.

I Was Blessed By A Hawk.

And Amazed By the Rock.
There are more, when I find them, of Sunnyside Bench.

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Sep 30, 2014 - 03:13am PT

To Gnome--Yer a Gblessing, my friend. Thanky. :0)

Or this might be Lazy Bum. I'm too lazy to look.
And since when is the Regular Tour a 5.4? That's rocking the boat, dudes.
Good things happen. They just happen. Can't explain. Has to do with geology, weather, height above the ground, but that's speculation.

"It's really drippy."
"MooseDrool. Gotta be."
"Spitting oh so loud across the Bay."
"Yep."
"Is it against the law?"
"Hope that it isn't against the wind."
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"It's too hot, Sandra."
--a certain Canadian climber :0)