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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 01:05pm PT
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Cosmological transformations in the European mentality, which discovered the world as space, and, as a consequence, linear and aerial perspective techniques in painting led to the phenomenon known as mass tourism.
Anthropology of Tourism
http://www.alp-age.com/en/articles/51/159/
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 24, 2016 - 01:11pm PT
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Somebody obviously lost his dog in a waterfall accident.
They should try either a drone or falcon to look for the poor thing.
I'll have to find my San Diego Real Estate ad swastika photos too. Probably with that black mamba.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 06:31pm PT
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Birds of a feather.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 06:38pm PT
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^^^Oooh, not so nice to hear. I'd forgotten.
But you're correct. Genuine genius is nice to hear, though.
It's just another day
At the office where the papers grow she takes a break
Drinks another coffe and she finds it hard to stay awake
It's just another day
--Beatles
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 24, 2016 - 07:59pm PT
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Auf Deutsch?
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Jahrgang 59 I habe 20 jahre in Deutschland Gewohnt und schon immer den Blues Gehoert , bin aber DeutschAmericaner,und Stehe schon immer auf Blues and soul Music , aber Long Live rock and roll better to burn out then to fade Away
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 25, 2016 - 07:06am PT
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"Pray for rain."
The sky holds no clouds
nor any hope of wet in the weather.
The clouds drift by overhead
elsewhere from here.
The sky remains undisturbed
and forms a monocolor dome.
The ants no longer come out
to labor in the light.
Each little bump on the horizon
could be good news.
But the horizon remains flat
and the sky tinged with red.
There are fires raging but not here
because the sand never burns.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jul 25, 2016 - 08:42am PT
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ALL SNAPS HEREIN UNTOUCHEDBumping, @
Jul 25, 2016 - 08:42am PT , this without looking at what's up.
I have errands to run, It is hot, sweltering out,
I'm not good in the heat anymore, to much exposure.
I wish I'd had more exposure! I bought one powerball ticket!
More exposure! (I wish I had had more exposure)
I looked at a post yet have no response. .
Returning now at 12:12, the rain came, down pours', , ,
Thunder & Lightening ~
it is against all common sense, to go out
In the afternoon thunderstorm to try to catch a photograph of the lightening.
To much exposure,
Only turkeys and certain English, don't no enough to get out of the rain,
Is it the Desert Chucka?(sp)
(a grouse like ground dwelling bird) that is so unfamiliar
with rain that they do not know enough not to look up into the deluge
and so drown?? ,
As this goes to post the thunder has moved off from directly around here. Here being our hillside location 1 mile beyond or past, up hill, so above a shallow 'big' body of water, where storm intensity increases, then rolls up to & past 'here', to a quarter mile farther, the crest of the hill where, as a sure as the curl of the wave breaking, the thunder & lightening release overhead. Often with-in seconds or in the same instant as, the flat slab, no foundation, shack shacker, type thunder, the lightening explodes. While not always ground strike lightening, or more than summer afternoon showers, I love it. As well as the beauty & drama, it lends a faux mountain flavor, with the occasional rainbow.(-;
The double edge of this is that given the regularity of lightening strikes & power outages due to the strikes, the utility lines are all underground. It reduced the blackouts by 70%. We still have black-outs, go down, suffer a power outage, loose every thing, but are almost always restored in a couple of hours. Just long enough to make the kiddos appreciate how good we have it.
Waiting for the Electrician, his cousin, or her hairdressers cousin,
or someone like them.
Now then this,
and I've not got time right now to form this coherently. . .
a cheer goes up for a southern state with navigable rock, a cheer goes out to Dingus Milktoast, a cheer goes out for scoring foot ware three cheers for Demeld aGus MarcosT
Nice boots. . Ho the Segway to girls called boots or bootsy, but I digress DMT your shares are. The . . Wait Did . . .? Was that. . .? Nashville !!? Cool. For spicey sauce, music
but southern stone is still in the Stone Age, is a thought I woulda' thought you might have demur Ed to the New Hamster? (Bold enough,( not stupid in the steam bath )
a great snap of a bridge for you. . .
Hey I was engulfed, working thru the links, I tried to get 'da linkas' past auto correct.
8:44, pm PST.
I had a thing in a pm then I thought not, cut to save it here . . . .
I lost it . . .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 26, 2016 - 06:46am PT
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"You keep samin' when you oughta be a-changin'"
by Nancy "Little Run-Out" Sinatra
Jammin' a crack
shufflin' along
and
SUDDENLY
one way or another
you need to switch
hands
REACH
for the next jam
and
STICK IT
the first time
or
YER GONNA FALL
and
comma
maybe even
DIE.
Why not ban falling?
Or gravity?
All things you may think on as you exit this plane.
Not falling
removes
the threat
period
it's that easy
and that hard.
Or
you could maybe simply just
BUY NEW BOOTS
made for climbing
HARDER
and
LONGER. The air here was so laden with smoke and particles that I stayed inside all day,
only sticking my head out to look at the sunset.
Temp was "only" 103 yesterday.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 26, 2016 - 10:10am PT
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SH#T NEVER HAPPENS IN CAMP!--BURT BRONSON
Latest news on the tragic climbing incident that began earlier today, and is still happening in Yosemite.
A field report from Brother Ken Dreems in Camp 4, live on tape.
It is a gruesome scene, Joe Kerr. There is no way to describe it. People are standing around here at the Rescue Site in Camp 4 looking tense and miserable. Some were crying earlier.
What is it that brings this normally stalwart and unflappable bunch to such a state?
It’s a bizarre chain of events. This morning, everyone in Camp 4, I mean literally everyone, decided to go climbing at once. Within minutes, the parking lot was in gridlock, the shuttle bus going to El Cap and the one making the upper valley loop were jammed to capacity with climbing parties going out to climb.
It’s incredible, too, to see this from the middle of any meadow. Nearly every climb in the valley has at least one party on it, while there are lines at the base of most any route beginning from the ground.
El Cap has been climbed seventeen times today, all in a day, it's estimated, while Half Dome’s Snake Dike has had what is a record average of ten parties on it at the same time.
There is no parking left at Reed’s nor at the Cookie.
This is, in a word, provided by the volunteer who runs the rescues when they are called, a reticent man named Werner who’s seen it all in his long service to YOSAR, and I quote:
“Stupid.”
Well, that’s all I have. Using every source at my disposal, including my hands and my feet but nothing else, no brain, no decorum, and certainly no real respect, I’ll keep updating as things happen.
And hang in there, as they say in Camp 4. Somebody’s gonna die and we’ll have the footage!
Signing off, this is Bro Ken, your Camp 4 man-on-the-scene.
Berkeley High!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jul 26, 2016 - 01:34pm PT
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I had never opened the 1st page of the Tuolomne-Meadows thread,
Tar-Buster's opening sentance
Original Post - Sep 22, 2007 - 05:49pm PT
Terrific atmosphere, great rock: a nice place to build lots of good memories.
I took most of these snapshots about 10 years ago, while running around with Bruce Hawkins: (RIP Bro).
Post up folks:
Impressions?
Fave routes?
Pictures?
Stories?
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/454299/Tuolumne-Meadows-Appreciation
my story of meeting Bruce Hawkins, seems to be ensnared in my memories of travels that remain foggy. He saw us pulled over bouldering north east of the park? I only remember
The area was volcanic ' Table Lands'? there were ancient lava flows, flat areas across
A un memorable hilly California landscape. ( not burning in 7/87?or,85? )
I was squatting to start a boulder problem. The guy had been watching us,
he walked up just as I compressed to reach from under to onto the boulder, without saying a word, Bruce reached above my grasp and stepped up & onto the face of the Boulder.
Cosmic I got a Healing Word Of The Jesus Christ I'm going to practice what I learned
On the how to post thread
It is dawn
Again
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jul 26, 2016 - 04:19pm PT
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The Sound of Falling Tomes
I climbed a rotten willow today
And limbed it to be felled
I only made a small mistake
And headache was what I yelled
I dropped a pole saw from thirty feet
Otherwise the job went well
But now that I'm home
I feel the pain
And wonder if I'll climb trees again
At 59 the prudent thing
Is leaving that job for a younger man
Although I still possess the skill
The joints are gone
And hence the thrill
Of urban heights and logging
Amongst the cattails and daffodils
A tree man is what I am
What I knew I always will
But long ago the physical work
Became tedious and injurious
I think I've just about had my fill
Retreating to the bicycle
To train in hopes I someday will
Pull up on jams and smear my toes
I miss the rocks and blue jays
The smell of bay and sugar pines
But know that I
Just like the grass
Must bend the way the wind blows
-Tim Sorenson
07/26/2016
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