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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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What is with the grey goat? The grey GTO? As if I had to say
I see green highlights on flat grey nearly the bondo color.
I have a flexible flyer, a double runner sled and that self same shovel tooll! (pics to follow)
To this day I love to midnight trip out in frozen night, and sneak a trip down a neighbor's hill or drive,
Picture it, a short well wrapped gnome huffing, steaming up some dark hillside. To under the master bedroom window, then quick, slide down and walk away, be in by 3am so no one sees
Fight the good fight to stay young for another day!
This sort of night foley has been my undoing when the Stews View flow goes blue, as its call to me, is clearer at night
It screams climb me ! I would go often and it was fun !! Then. Not so much!!
It is in tonight!! But so am I all that I will manage is a red wine fueled walk about
In tears for a great Daisy Dog !!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was sitting and waiting for the doctor to call me in for my physical the other day out at the VA Clinic on Yosemite Avenue.
I had had my vitals checked and I was in the hallways in the inner sanctum of the clinic, where the docs offices and pharmacy and examining rooms lie hidden from the masses.
This is part of patient confidentiality, a respected and sacred trust.
The federal government in its wisdom and benevolence saw fit to furnish the walls with some very nicely framed prints of large dimensions.
No one said a thing the last time I tried shooting these prints...but this day I was called out by a male nurse.
I supinely gave my apology and told them that I would maintain and follow the rules, not step out of line, and not take any more shots.
But I was not made to delete anything, so I was totally cool--I already had what I wanted.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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In case you're wondering, this was last Saturday morning.
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Mouse, you are free to do what you will with the double doubles 👍
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Thank you
thank you
--Little Caesar
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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TriaLs to be tested and to want to do the right thing?
I want to take my girl to as spot in the woods. Not last night, was o so perfect, but the family and grief got in the way, she was a big dog 90 pounds to heft, hard to make go away?
The place is best gone to in the day light as it is a schlep, half a mile from the parking.
When we the dog and family first came here to climb there was room to park a car in the dirt. Now the Guard rails and lines to mark six head in parking. . . . slots are cleared.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Isn't there a mouse version of this? Duct tape over the words though.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Local Tejada goes nationwide (in France?).
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzTop for all the beauticians of the world
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Like do any of you feel that another shoe needs to drop?
What is the climb of your life? or a thread that says
Charlie Brown??,... (not any relation to z)
A thread of shame?? share Your comments(& moments of humiliation) , please.
This is long and old and great (if you have it saved then you need not see it again)
[Click to View YouTube Video] one can skip to 30:30 and watch the last half . . .
or just the credits .. .. .. or Lynn on her ascent of the Nose, (Iskip more than half of this one too, pass the great roof then watch the rest, is that sacrilege? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yS63AdRSnl8&t=399
If you are so excited to sing the praises of flames do you do so by lighting a fuse?
Evel did wait half an hour to post so I will look to the tunes,
when you get confused
Listen to the music play
Ziggy madness, Maggies work load, and yes thanx zb Nation wide!!
takes the grain of salt and rubs it in my eye
no not SuhL toot toot, smile, and say it is just a paranoid flash
Criquee ! batman!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The following are images taken by Derry Brabbs and are to be found in the pictorial book, James Herriot's Yorkshire.
While not known so well as a climber's mecca, the sheep seem to like it there.
I like the names, myself, and the North Country accents of the characters in the Herriot TV series are so...well, you've seen the PBS reruns, right? So you know what I'm saying.
Gypsy, our thanks again for posting all of the slides that you have taken, not only of the British Isles, but of the island of Corsica, as well. I suppose there is no worthwhile surfing in Yorkshire, either.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kilburn_White_Horse
[Click to View YouTube Video]And now for something completely different.Well, it's morning-ed on us and a day not so clear but as bright as the pic of the flame-headed violinist.
(The guy's got cool fingers, doesn't he?)
And the bow, bough, bo is not real horsehair, but it's made from countless rainbows from days gone by.
(I bowed, she curtsied, we danced an ice galope and then a subdued volta--me being short of breath by then.)
The sculpture we'd love to see: a giant snow shovel ridden by a youngster down a road like the one from Foresta to the Cascades. One side is cliffs and scree and scrub. The other a precipitous slope into the Merced Gorge. (Those days of sun-bright summer on a hot south-facing canyon wall we carried whip-rolled towels and chased each other down the grade snapping them like teamsters do over the head of a mule--we sometimes connected with flesh...ouchie-ouch!)
And then a long swim from one end of the Cascades beach to the other against the current. (Such energy we had! I find it tough to get up the gumption to take a shower many is the time, now I'm aged like a proper Cheddar wheel.)
And we had little or no idea of the history of that road, of who came and who went, of what they hauled and what they hated most about staging on that steeply-inclined plane. (Thede would be the flies from the mules or horses, the choking dust from a summer-baked road, the curses of the driver, and the monotonous creak of the wheel hubs on the axles now drying out from lack of grease or tallow. And thirst.)
Down in the bottom of the gorge is the silvery green of the river itself, centered between thinnish gray strips along its borders, all surrounded by greenery: bay tree, black oak, cedar, but no Ponderosa-of-the-Valley. And you can't hear a word of what the river says due to the distance, the lack of flow, and it's only babble anyway. (And you really hate the man across from you snoring in sleep in spite of the bumpass ride.)
I need even more sleep. I had the nerve to go down to the Cinema Cafe and have a chiii verde omelet and a slice of ham and English muffings, dontcha know, all the while reading Thomas Herriot's MY YOURKSHIRE, a pictorial for the coffee table. I found that Wensleydale is in that area of Jolly Old Across the Pond. (It's a type of cheese, too, dontcha know. It's also the surname of the owner of a certain cheese shoppe.)
There I go, saying more than just hey there, as usual. I hope this helped relieve your winterish blues if you have them. I also hope this helped you re-live some of your own child's memories.
I met the gal who runs the Sweat Shop out of a storefront in this old hotel building--and her dog Ro, Row, or Roe. (Roe, Ro, or row your boat, quickly down the stream, Major Powell. But he only had one arm so how could he row? His secret--he paid guys to do it for him! What a plan--surrogate oarsmen.)
One thing about going down a river--you cannot get "lost," or be misdirected if you just want to get to the sea, where you might play on the beach, running after each other with rolled towels for whips, or watch in awe the surf antics of zBrown, the brujo de la playa, or lie quietly and respectfully watch the sun die from drowning. (Sol can't swim, so he always sinks in the wet west.)
All the day long, sing you a song.
May your day be good, your experiences better, and your memories of it the best.
MFM
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Somewhere north of Yorkshire lies Scotland, where lies or sits The Maiden Stone. Scottish people are kind of superstitious and it has been said that:
Legend has it that squeezing through the Maiden Stone will bring not only good luck, but also increase fertility. The charm is even greater should you do this naked!
Squeeze? Hell, that's so wide you could drive a sheep's foot roller through it, though I spose it's not nation wide.
EDIT: I'm going to have my nephew confirm this since he's over there, but technically I believe it is Maiden Stone and Mother Rock, which are part of Traprain Law.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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This may piss off supporters of Father (ex-brother) Serra, but some of her supporters are thinking of throwing Ms. Tejada's cross into the saint race ring.
Equal pay for equal work,no?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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&mile? apersand? sing a little diddy now he's got a blond?... wait?...Puff or isn't kims man...
they all look the same to me . . now I have gone to far !(karma shin , well okay that is what the Shablet said when I went for West, Kanye , the next karma shin fienns ?!!
It needed that (the Fienns) as I do not really care about Kim an Kanye. . .smile !!Okay I'm smilling (a son can bring a tear ya' know.)
that is a flaming haired snow sculpture she needs a hit o pot, and a pair of cool shades,
like the ones you see on mfm's
shot o the Man waving in Ray bans from the Moon.
I really do go midnight sledding!
and have the Right shovel better than this example but for now the sled is in use, was underdog to uncouth? too soon? yes I am a goon but a loon sings sweetly too
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Full honors for a dog like your Daisy.
And the final sled ride, you wearing your hat backwards, like the reversed boot in the stirrups of the caparisoned horse's saddle in a military funeral.
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David Emanuel Hickman, US Army Specialist, of Greensboro, NC, was the last troop killed in the Iraq war. The riderless horse appeared in his funeral procession behind the casket on its wagon.
Those old enough may remember the same honor given to JFK in 1963.
During WWI, this riderless horse was called Black Jack, in honor of Gen. Perishing.
All dogs go to heaven.
Except that Black Dog, who can go to hell.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... i love the moorlands, my dear friend lives there... will send you some pics, when i can... :)
thanks for sharing, of yorkshire... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How Bruce Lee left Scotland.
The mystery of a carving of Robert the Bruce reading the Declaration of Arbroath has been solved.
A resident of East Haven in Angus, where the carving was found, initially thought it could be a historical artifact.
However, it has emerged that it was actually made as part of a college project in the 1960s.
A local man made the carving at Dundee College, before later moving to Spain.
The terracotta sculpture depicts Robert the Bruce reading the 1320 declaration, signed at nearby Arbroath Abbey.
Wendy Murray, of the East Haven Resident's Association, had appealed for information after her husband discovered the carving while clearing up a piece of land in the village formerly used by fishermen.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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A word of thanx, as this Is all sad a has repercussions , that deal a blow to all security,
Seems dogs and me need to be together, short of those very close there is never anyone more dear to me than, my god; the faithful DOG!
Now as to personal hygiene ? Make contact brother
I think you smell just fine but what do I know I like how jersey smells
Back after I make contact with water, not to hot . . . .?
Noy tet or more better not yet,
Now, back and clean and shaven, what a night, following a too emotional a day.
These are hard times to be a dad! The news says it was the food that we fed the dog,
Maybe! She was only sick a tiny bit and yes when I heard that the beneful brand. Was
Suspect, we switched her,spending twice as much, now we have to get it right
That said the cookie jar is used to grow that scoobie all coffers are empty .. . What to do?
A bigger dog was laid to rest at a favorite spot that then became the dog walk, in this season that spot will be an extreme dig out,two feet of snow and frozen rock pile below that.
At temperatures near zero and wind chill taking it below that, we will take but not wear the Brooks range coat, I think it will be to cold to spend much time trying to bury the Daisy.
Now enough the grief won't pass for weeks at least so I should not fill mfm's pages
In Spanish maybe, in French if I could for sure,----fill in the Norwegian !
To be quick in this explanation, I need to send the remains off. . . But where?
Here in small rock hell only one in twenty climbing zones offers a drop the body site. A place that has a drop that is available to the boot of the car.
The choices
1)the snowy hillside that has been in the sup.top. Can be reached by condo parking lot where I'm sure there is no dumping.
2)in the midst of multi-million dollar houses, this is a high on the list! a down hill slide, to rock to hard for me to climb.
3)The spot that was used in the greatest guitarist thread? Same rich zip code as above. That spot is drive up turf over and away till the thaw then go back and clean up? I'd rather not.
4)a farther drive in the other direction, to a spot that while secured by seclusion I was hoping to write about the freshest rock in the quiver.darn to spoil it.
5) the place where the highway starts,or where it meets its demise, one side or the other?and for secrecy sake I say no more
say no more.
The recon mission and then the plan for to do the deed will take some work.
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Gypsy
Social climber
Usually behind the camera
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And not far from Yorkshire is the scenic Lakes District...
But meanwhile in Derbyshire
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