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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 19, 2015 - 01:41pm PT
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Great link SLR.
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rottingjohnny
Sport climber
mammoth lakes ca
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Jan 19, 2015 - 05:31pm PT
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Barney..I use to run thru Washington Park at night when visiting my in-laws...they still live there close to your photo...rj
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 16, 2015 - 11:03am PT
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An easy wind blowin' cross the valley today.
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jonnyrig
climber
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Mar 16, 2015 - 11:06am PT
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Rcklzrd
Trad climber
Durango, CO
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Mar 16, 2015 - 02:21pm PT
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atchafalaya
Boulder climber
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Mar 16, 2015 - 03:37pm PT
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There are a number of very old GREAT TREES on Donner Summit. These things have been around for a long time in the elements...
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Andy Fielding
Trad climber
UK
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Mar 17, 2015 - 05:02pm PT
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Todays Tree
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Off White
climber
Tenino, WA
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Mar 18, 2015 - 08:10am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 19, 2015 - 03:28pm PT
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These were taken at Greeley Hill, Mariposa Co.
These were taken on Sentinel Creek.
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Mar 20, 2015 - 09:47pm PT
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The Final Dormancy
Aesculus californica: we are used to seeing them in the spring, green canopy spread in the winter's rain, and then the large buckeye seed, each appearing, incredibly, as a flawless ornament adorning the branches.
But for these trees summer is their time for sleep, and they move to dormancy, startling us with their appearance as if they have died. Yet after many visits in many seasons we think we know their ways. And we do, but oddly we know them not so well as individuals, our eyes are not open to their age, to their illness and infirmities, and we do not sense their peril.
So when the spring brings us around to visit again, we are sadly surprised to find our friend had entered its final dormancy, a dormancy from which it would never revive. It is the way of all living, that life is defined by two times, and we know that in our very depth, but always surprised in joy of the first, and in grief of the last.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 20, 2015 - 10:25pm PT
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First day of spring, Ed.
Real nice thoughts for today.
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Mar 22, 2015 - 10:25am PT
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I wrote in the Alpinist piece "A Fine Balance" about our perception of time and how it influences our actions:
"Eric and I are trying to be careful not to wreck anything here. We rap off a single nut, backed up by a very long sling around a tree. Trunks grow and slings constrict. Descents from old and forgotten routes are often flagged by tight white bands around trees. Even if the slings didn't turn to dust upon being handled, no rope would fit anymore between the aged nylon and the bark. Our concept of time is so limited that it's hard to imagine this small tree growing into a large one over the decades beyond our own lifetimes.
And so it doesn't seem just literary imagination, one might consider this image from a recent adventure
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 22, 2015 - 11:12am PT
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Amen, Ed.Trees have roots, like us.
Trees breathe, grow, die, like us.
Trees grow where they are planted, like us (or like we should do).
They need nothing from us but our understanding.
A world without trees ain't no place to live.
A world without us is no worse off not having us around.
The trees will continue long after we are feeding their roots.
SO HAVE A CARE!
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