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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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My I would love to see that but here it failed to open
Yet. . .From this 1st genpho hippy ner to the throne of gone
gonna be gone soon so why not spoon?
Sweet water never goes down the wrong tube.
Broom of history sweeping up doom.
say it ain't so 'cause the pump is froze.!
Was working in the valley then
& became a reality when
returning to my room my roommate
had gone in brought a backpack load out and drying on his bed
The Rangers new about the
plane and the lake was frozen over
so they thought they couldn't get to it
they didn't know how wrong they were
As some body ( I know but not going to say ) took a gas powered chainsaw
cutting into the ice bales were popping out all over the place
the smart ones in the valley
climbers & Curry employees called in sick and got there share
Some really smart carried it part way back
buried it and came back latter and really cashed in.
By the name the Rangers
knew what was happening it was to late and no busts!!. Climbers had money employees had
money the mountain shop did a thriving business the mountain room stake house did a thriving
business climbers where eating like kings not there norm!!.
One of the climbers found the little
black book of all the names of who they were getting product and delivering to .. He went on a
rescue at night with others on the Yosemite Falls trail and went missing they found his body
the next day and being up that trail many times people wondering if he was murdered because
of the black book!!.
Nobody will never know later
Readers Digest had a article Yosemite's Little
Secrete! Now no longer a secrete! Berg Heil!
--"Anonymous Rod" McKenzie
TY, Rod.
ty, neebee.
http://l.facebook.com/l/2AQEweCfN/www.outsideonline.com/featured-videos/adventure-videos/climbing/Valley-Uprising-s-Drug-Plane-Crash-Scene.html
The cast is just LOADED with Rock Stars in this clip!
I tried that to see why and what for no can face book?
whay to figure sherlock! duh,
So what is the need point agravation that is . . .what is face book?? am I over due to have that rigg?
for why do I need another thing to tap and live up to??
MY responses can be
addictive personality disorder, mixed with
Grandure and those are not delusions.
I have no need to be depressed that no one
love/friends me for a month or year or day so no facepaint for me either.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... just dropped by, as, i got the email, with the hayden music, etc...
thanks, say, i had never heard this before...
well, after all, i really was into playing so much stronger beethoven, :))
say, just saw this tonight... enjoyed the supreme goodness of the ol' judge...
[Click to View YouTube Video]
a small wish, you know, that this type of a 'fantasy movie' as, in reality,
it seems never to happen, :(
WOULD happen in many nice helpful ways, for all the everyday folks,
trying to live and work and provide for their families in life...
:)
say, now, oddly, this FLAMES gave me no trouble, to post here or see pics, tonight... :O
maybe 'odd' is rooting for me, :)
(thought you would enjoy that, as to 'odd') :)
*think she is in NY, by the way...
say,
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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^^^Richard Carlson was the name of my roommate in the old employee housing tents down by Leidig Meadow near where the maids' dormitory was located, just across Northside Drive from Camp 4.
He bears a resemblance to Harry Morgan, from Dragnet and MASH.
Harry Morgan and Frank Morgan are no relation, as these are stage names.
Frank Morgan played the humbug wizard in Wizard of Oz. (Talk about yer FANTASY!)
Mason Profit/Buffalo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0xKgWbvZMk
Maon Profitt/Flying Arrow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbROveSag9g
Fire.
Water.
Whole races
It erases.
So don't feel all alone, Gnome.
Your appreciation ratio is climbing and my heart soars like the hawk.
I wonder what's in store for half-time snackage at Reinero's.
It's Super Sunday.
No rest, though.
John Michael Talbot/Here I Am Lord
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFFhZM4rn-c
Engage those prayer wheels for rSin, who is despondent and hurting.
Be kind amid all the violence and turmoil.
The poor Tuolumne is the river pictured further upthread.
Stanley Morgan was once a wide receiver for the Patriots. Stan the cow pony has it from the Clydesdales...take the Hawks.
He is rooting for the Pats.
Fierce or fast?
Fleet of foot or red in fang,
It don't mean a doggone thang.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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In the winter of 1971, I chose to return to Yosemite Valley. I wanted to work and live in the dorms; but no jobs were available at the time. So Skeet showed me a talus slope cave above Camp 4 where I could live. I slept there sometimes but mostly I preferred to sleep in the meadow by the river or up on the valley rim. I got to be friends with the women who lived in the apartment at Degnan’s dorms—Sheila, Molly, Mary Lou and Terry. One night they invited me to a spaghetti dinner. Terry and I had just come back from backpacking in the little Yosemite. Randy who was a friend of Mary Lou’s was there too. He was living at June Lake at the time and working as a ski lift operator. We got to chatting and about ten p.m. that night we walked out the door together and stayed together almost 24/7 until he died April 1, 1983.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gypsy, you have probably said someplace, but who was the lucky one to whom you sold Toad Hall when the time came?
I remember the Dwight Way apartment across from Herrick Hospital.
When Dolores and I had moved in with you two we bought that uncomfortable hide-a-bed sofa and you two took the closet with the double doors.
I always envied you two, snugly tucked in there in the dark--it was like a tent or small cave in there.
And the used bookshops up on Shattuck.
And sidereal time out back in the parking area.
And kites on the ridge top.
And Larry Jones showing up with us at first and finding the St. George's home for disturbed teenagers on Arch Street which led him to meet his Barb (RIP).
And enchilada feasts.
And drying long hair over the floor vent because no one had hair dryers then.
And occasional bouldering sessions at IR and Cragmont--we actually completed a route there!
Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end.
The sunglasses on young Downhill Randy appear to be slightly on the feminine side, like the ones I had from Dolores only more fifties than seventies.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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pour for vuor pour for four only i am clinkin' beers with grapefruit init euw but free beer is the best beer in the west or east
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Now earlier I pointed Out that In some way This drinking Is new for mwa
Not that I had to stop, or ever had a problem,
just as an addict of life, poured death, began to bore me
So I stopped for more than a decade and missed the craft beer revolution.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Now your memory is leaving you Mouse. Randy and I slept on the double bed in the living room. You and Dolores had a mattress in the kitchen. There was no hide-a bed when we lived there. Lee Bibby (now Lee Lalone) slept in the closet. We never did.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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But I do remember cooking a Thanksgiving dinner there. And George Sykes and Claire (?) came to eat with us. And someone found a rather tiny bedraggled tree drying out in an alley and brought it home and I made paper chains to decorate it. We did have a fire place and that wacky chandelier with blue and red bulbs that kept coming on and off at the weirdest times. I loved that floor vent.
And I worked in the Medical Records department at Herrick Hospital so my commute was walking across the street. Randy had to walk to the North Face on Telegraph Avenue. I usually got off work first, walked to North Face and then we would walk to Indian Rock.
I don't remember who bought Toad Hall. We sold it when we were living in Aptos and Ariel was about two or three years old--1978 or 79.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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When Randy and I moved in, the former tenant was moving out. She was going to Europe and asked us if it was okay if she just left everything there as it had been left there when she moved in. We said "Sure" as the only things we owned fit into our Kelty frame packs and we didn't have any furniture. There was a great radio console in the living room that had speakers in the kitchen. We listened to KPFA all the time when we were home. There was all kinds of construction paper and crayons left behind too and I gave them to the little girl in the upstairs apartment. "My name is Sibhoan," she said. "It's Irish". And that dumbwaiter that was closed up.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, gypsy... nice to see you hear again...
love all the old stories that all you guys all share...
say, i was not out on adventures, etc, but, in ol' san jose, i sure
DID enjoy the floor vents, too, :)) for long hair, and for
sitting in a blanket, next to them...
our trouble was, there was about six of kids, all wanting the one
in the family room, which was the easier and best one, to have, :))
am still doing a painting for you, of that neat tree, just that, it is
on my list, :))
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I don't remember when my memory left the building, Gypsy.
Perhaps a medical records search might help.
I do remember the blind dumbwaiter.
Siobahn was upstairs next door to the Scientology practitioners.
I remember that "clearly."
I'll be Bill Ding-ed if I remember a Claire, but then I didn't get to hang with George Sykes much, but his buddy Dan Ake was working for Mtn Traders, was it? It was a new shop, run by a very independent sort whose name also escapes me.
There was the premiere of Fred Padula's and Glen Denny's El Capitan which the four of us attended in the City.
Randy's pipes. Dunhills, right?
You probably still have them pack-ratted away, I'm betting.
The kitchen in that place was in need of paint due to what appeared to have been a spaghetti fight, reddish stains on the walls. Dolores insisted we paint, and in addition I built planter boxes inside the kitchen windows for the coleus plants and spider plants.
As for the Zenith console, it ended up in the Factory Outlet. I put it upstairs on top of the old mail order office in back of the FO, so one needed to climb up there to change the stations--KFAT and the classical station were the order of the day.
It's painful to think of George, who gave up his ghost to depression and suicide. I did only one climb with him. Jeff and I got him on Jumars and we did Pulpit Rock together, the onliest climb I ever did on that side of the Merced Gorge.
We all need a little help from our real friends.
The weird chain of memory...Bill Ding>Mike Harding. I think that was the name of the guy Dan worked for, who made body packs that x-c skiers really loved. Jefe bought one and raved over its benefits.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Randy had several pipes and a few were Dunhills. I still have most of them except for the ones that Mark McPherran now has. When Randy and I were in London, we went to the Dunhill shop. The salespeople of course ignored us until Randy pulled out his Dunhill smooth grain; then they all came over to ask him about it. He always smoked Dunhill 965 and Rattrays #7.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thanks for Cher-ing.
Someone SHOULD comment on the shape SHE'S in. Not as good as Chele, I should note...
Aw, man, there I go again...dishing compliments to the choir.
Paging No Doctor...young boy at heart needs Tender Loving Cher but cannot get enough.
Zoe used to tell folks she was 'happily divorced.'
When is an Allman Joy best? When it's Cher-ed.
Meadow weddin' is a tradition tried by many-many. Sharing your life with a wife is as serious as your first climb. If I say "I do" I do mean it. Even if I can't, my intentions were good.
It's not just an interesting 'experiment' like takin' the first hit, either. If we could only live life in reverse, if we could only remember how very f-ed up our previous lives were in the present one, then we would be like, immortal.
But we get so tired by the time we're old and readying to go, our bodies cry out for vengeance on our treatment of them, and there is so much about life that WE CAN'T CONTROL in actual fact, though at the time we are confident or hopeful, anyway, that some of us give up and fade.
That's not what I want, but it's what would feel best to my body, wanting its rest.
There is no peace, true peace, this side of the crypt.
All I know is that when the warm fuzzies come, at my age, with my poor circulation and lack of warm blood, they are so very much appreciated.
It's why I pray. That warm result often ensues. Whether it works for you, I don't specially care.
I'm just an old poor boy sittin' quietly at home, now, mostly; and it's as peaceful as I can do for myself--except for the prayin' and the fuzzies, life would really suck.
Some are afraid of becoming shut-ins, and at an early age, this is tragic. My heart really goes out. It's pain you're feeling, and I'm just me, and I do what I can for others.
That is what makes neebee so special. She never stops.
For a long time that was the rationale for doing drugs...feeling good.
It's what being a good parent or spouse or employee (okay, we can draw the line back at spouse) is about...feeling good about making others feel good. It's probably why each of us is here, but some don't realize it.
It's just that now I'm aged, I feel even better when I can sit in the dark like a ripening cheese and think how groovy life is deprived of vision, sound, distractions. And when the neighborhood's gone quiet, gone to bed, gone to Nod, and the dogs even are quiet, including Muttso upstairs who barks constantly when she leaves...
THERE'S STILL THAT DAMN INTERSTATE'S CONSTANT NOISE!
(Well, the 99 isn't the Interstate, but it's just as noisy.) And the trains. And there are two, not just one, tracks. I'm surrounded. Thank God Castle AFB closed. B-52s make a lot of racket.
Desert dwelling nomads were wise to dwell so.
It's just too bad that camel hair cloth tents smell so.
And the hubble-bubble goes out
because you've fallen asleep
listening to the rain on the tent;
And that's a rare event.
Plus you miss most of the lightning storm off in the hinterlands, too.
One can't argue with success.
One can only accept the blame, if blame attaches.
Like meeting someone and walking out into the future
and never parting,
always sharing,
even the occasional farting.
Such sweet tomorrows from yesterdays sweeter than wine
And such sweet dreams.
Let me say, it's nice to have such a family as the Flames.
David Bowie/Girls
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEvRu91hReo
Preceding ramble is bought and paid for by
PINE, REPINE, DWINDLE
Divorce attorneys-at-law.
You have only one life, but may have more than one wife.
We're here for you, time after time.
Frank/Time After Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_I6s1J9ZSNw
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Climbers suck,
how these Milktoast pubic hair shaving younge punks deserve All this information is beyond my grasp.,[Click to View YouTube Video]
how these Overly coddled,'given it on a silver platter', undesreving, still think hair is some thing to shave , even down there? young punks deserve All this information is beyond my grasp.(Edited after some consideration)
They will find this, and use it I hope.
I am climbing in the spires just looking right now!!
I made my choices and stand by them,
but If iI could have the time and money I spent in my youth chasing Live Dead
and other semi pro transient life styles,
Back ...
I would be Gratefully Fred ... Dead. . . Greet fooley dead.
Sitting here in the dust bin of age I morn that, that is not how the broom of history swept me.
great shares by men who have the climbers soul
that I share
thanx for all of the posts so far . . .
Good morning, DMT
Oops that was a big phooy up I was not venting at or insulting any one,
Least of all you !
Please understand the use of the entire statement, when I opened my wrtten missive with that
derogatory declaration that was directed against youth, it was, and is meant only to preface
the reader as to my frustration that more climbers have still not seen this great thread!
I am sorry that I crossed the line of civil discourse, into the vulgar ranting of a bitter old man.
I am glad but not surprised to see that you found your way here too!
While I can understand your taking offense at my Milktoast comment it was an innocent use of an adjective, mfm , you tried to tell me, hung again by my own pitard,
Dingus, my rants and babble, my Age And Lameness, are my condition.Why pick on the infirm? I have enjoyed everything of yours that I can remember reading.
If my words are not to your liking stop reading them!
I joined the Soviet Republic of Super Topo After the great purges had ceased,
out of need and wanting to bring some thing new to this clusterphuk!
Give me some slack, slack. . .please
Slack!
SLACK!!
SLACK!!
From here to there and everywhere, I see you saw or should have, my posts to neebee?
One to Feralflea a kin in avatars a wild thing yearning to be free/wild,(it was a nee b's authored thread)
Some of my secret spots sit now in plain sight of wide busy roads. they are still pristine!
these are the matters that I ignore when posting here!
It is Small by many standards but to be honest it is as good as the unks, to me. no G On purpose!
So one publisher took himself out?(Dave Pegg, rip) ! why?? I hope it was not the rise of the New "it must be as safe as we can make it" type of climber , those that represent a paradigm change ,
Hey I said that indoor, plastic , the un-ending search for the hardest move, out right competition would so change climbing as to push us adventure climbers to leave the sportin.
Was I wrong ?monly a bit.
Now for x maw I have the Rags of climbing coming in the mail should I share the recent issues or going forward? pass whole features ?
any infringement that might get me in dodo?
A gem of an interview, a sound bite, an unsatisfactory, but in short story - best describe most
of these,certainly that is the case in Climbing A decline that is sad and surprising!
short attentions need short shares to entice the buying of the rag. is the reason that is , i think the cause.
That they are so short I can see posting them .
From the Rock & Ice February '15, page 22, Yvon Chouinard, Coonyard says. . .
"If you take the risk out of climbing it's not climbing anymore."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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oopzee, I pizzed off DMT, Thanxz for adding twist to the skewer,
I was spewing instant and coco a milquetoast ritual (need chocolate) that my diet endures, not.
http://english.stackexchange.com/questions/159549/does-milk-toast-milk-toast-or-milktoast-mean-the-same-as-milquetoast
(real men, like, take thier coffee black) Just a cup of cold coffee. . .from what Dead song
YA know, I'm only in it for the gold . . .
it feels so good to know I have not lost it! what ever that bonehard,(1) that spike of manzanita
or pricker under the saddle that only wrankles, the very most respected !
My Jay bird agrees with Dingus though, so I am wrong at least in my choice of vocabulary
Apparently the pointing out of the 'new' trend in shaving even in men is not to be made fun of!?
She said some very important things, Among them;
1) what ever I said , said in such a vulgar way, was wrong,
2) Say New age, Metro-sexual, or actually, the phrase that fits is man-scaped!
3) I can not say anything on the topic of grooming.
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Hey how hard is that new line you sent?
(1)Bone Hard!
I fell on Burning Bush, before and after holds broke changing the crux,
and that damn Gash!,super crack,
that to be vulgar using climbs in the highest # I did not send clean,
A # that clocked in at the grade of five thirteen.
Yes in the nears I sent hard twelve, but chalk negates the true onsight of the hard climbs there. They are top rope trails with white marking every hold.
Gym Climbs! now.. . . Think Eraser Head. I was trying to lead that, pre-placed gear though,
though no one is asking.
the above added for climbing content and to try to justify my existence!
So sorry for breathing , climbing. posting .walking on the same planet. . .
Did I say that this makes forty years of self sufficient wilderness existing & climbing ,
merde that is I am, is, I am is.!
Ok one two three it needs the edit it key! see , in my best,EG,Robinson , not J Cagney's
"Oh, A Wize guy"" bad choice of example, maybe I will ... still ?
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