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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I never close my bedroom door, for I have no bedroom; and kitchenettes have no doors either.We all have our dark side(s).
It's good for our souls to stare at the coals
Every once in a while.
It brings back our fun from our days in the sun
And brings forth a small, knowing smile.
There is no place in my life for a campfire except in the company of other climbers and former climbers.
My life is extended by the yearly waiting for the Facelift now. With nothing to look forward to life is pretty grim and hopeless.
So let me thank all of my friends in advance, just in case I don't make this last bit to the 5,000 post level. They say the last meter is the hardest. Especially if it's solo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh, wow! The mice and the dwarfs are up and at 'em!
Ciao, you sleepy-heads!
Bean venidos, zBrown and THE Hocking.
I hope like HELL that you are at Facelift 2015.
Maybe we can get a Mass Assault going on Sunnyside Bench and all have a look at the view from there. It's obviously too much for the Travelling Wiltberries, that nice, quiet BC couple; as much as I like 'em, they can't take the heat.
Here is a sunning set of shots of Sentinela, the guardian of Camp 4 and YPCG.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Mouse,
There's a life after midnight...
Keep on rambling...
JJ Cale, Eric Clapton (After Midnight & Call me the Breeze)
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Cool to see the changing light and shadow in the photos above...
Keep on rolling...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sentinel Rock's walls.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ten thousand posts is a sufferfest. This is a walk in the park, relatively.
Despite wildkats, the mice have all survived.
Even Marlow has increased in size.
I know we'll all reach the prize.
I simply will not close my eyes.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Don't miss these lyrics, gang! It's not what you think...
Have the Flames now to deal with the girly Dubais?
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Are we there yet?
Ah, no, need a few more posts.
:)
fae
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Bump for more posts.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bitchen kitchen, Lobster-boy!
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Time for a snack and a long drink of beah!
For us and the lobsters the end is almost heah.
Entering a new dimension with no pretention
I'll take a Keystone Light, please.
It's the Cowboy Way around old Mariposa, the Motherless Mother of Counties in the Mother Lode and it sounds pretty good, pards.
A toke or two would not be amiss.
Back soon.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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You're younger than I, boy. STFU. :)
Ron, ya gonna join our party when ya get off work?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Well speaking of facelifts. Case of great athelete, poor patient.
Great athelete, great recovery
Brooooose!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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It's all yours mouse. A dozen or so should not take you more than about 5 minutes.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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I will bump it up one more with the rather simple query. Are there liftlines at facelift? If so, what is the average wait? If you get this far, what are the max and min weights? Don't bug me when I workin'.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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They used dynamite on the moraine at El Cap to let the river flow.
Somebody was watchin'.Amid all the roar of the blast and the rush of Merced water goin' past,
Who heard the rocks falling from the vault of the North American Cavern?
And who heard them hit the talus as their smashin' slaughter took untold thousands to ride the Pohono winds?
It's what I think of when I meadow-gaze, not the newest solo craze.
Time laps at the mind like...a time-lapse photo.
Quick, sit there while I set up the pod, check the light meter, create a verse or two out of thin light air, then focus, Dubai check, and say, "Say, 'Cheese!'?"
A nightmarish sentence to have created, but stemming from the simple fact that there was too much dammed water in the Merced for humans with white skins, who arrogantly thought they'd outwet, outwit, outfox the Terrible Mother in the long run.
And so began the streaming consciousness which I share with my rock brothers and meadow sitters united in cosmic concentration on the past, the day, and tomorrow, not really wanting tomorrow, but trying to stay in the moment and losing ground to the flood all the dam time...
"Lord, I thank you for not makin' me an ice climber."--Chief Dam George
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