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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Oct 14, 2015 - 09:19am PT
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The famous Shoe Tree outside Bumphuk, Utah.
I guess even Momo kids need to let their hair down.
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couchmaster
climber
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Oct 14, 2015 - 09:21am PT
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I'm a horrible person. Wanted to make my wife happy on our last camping trip in N Calif. a few months back and pandered to her and gave them $5 to drive through the redwood tree they'd cut a hole in to rake in the tourist bucks.
Pretty impressive chainsaw work though. She made me do it on 2 more drive thru trees. She was very happy with it, so there is that.
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Cragar
climber
MSLA - MT
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Oct 14, 2015 - 11:33am PT
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Bouldering trees. This is at the bottom of a short avy path. It protects some trees and allows others to rest and decay for a spell...
105 year old stumps, brought to you by the Great Burn of 1910. I used to do this ride yearly to visit some arrowhead chip sites, the GreatBurn fire scar, mountain goats and my self n'sh!t! Now it is illegal to ride as it is and has been a wilderness study area for decades. Just recently it has been made off limits to mechanized objects.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Oct 14, 2015 - 07:22pm PT
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Charlie D.
Trad climber
Western Slope, Tahoe Sierra
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Oct 16, 2015 - 06:48am PT
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^^^ if those Junipers could only talk.
Imagine what his old olive tree has seen sitting there in Spain all these years....
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Oct 16, 2015 - 02:47pm PT
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this tree's mistake was standing at the intersection of vegetable world
and meat with rack when testosterone driven trouble broke out
if i knew how to GIF these things round and round ...
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SteveW
Trad climber
The state of confusion
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Oct 16, 2015 - 02:50pm PT
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Here's a couple from Redwood NP. . .
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jonnyrig
climber
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Oct 18, 2015 - 11:19pm PT
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Oct 19, 2015 - 11:38am PT
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ornery, ought, bitch
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 28, 2015 - 07:55am PT
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Dec 14, 2015 - 10:06am PT
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ydpl8s
Trad climber
Santa Monica, California
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Bonzzi
up there at the top of the active chimney
And has been there for at least 60 yrs!
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Feb 20, 2016 - 06:21pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 17, 2016 - 10:13am PT
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Superlative shots, Dingus & hooblie!
I found a copy of Big Trees by Fry and White, two Sequoia NP officials from the early years. Judge Fry was the first civilian superintendent of the Giant Forest. Published in 1930, the photos are vintage. Here is a selection.
Fakt: The word "sequoia" happens to contain one each of all the vowels.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mar 21, 2016 - 09:14am PT
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When he was investigating in the West for the Saturday Evening Post [Joseph Hergesheimer], he approached the redwood district with the belief that lumbering was a necessity, and that it was rather unfair of those afar off to complain about matters they knew naught of. He had a prejudice against the cry, “Save the Redwoods!,” raised by individuals “against whom that saving, however imperative, might not be charged.” but when he actually got into the district, he found that everyone connected with the labor regretted the passing of the great trees.
“I lost, for the moment, my interest in economic lumbering, in utilization and variety of manufacture; I forgot who legally, rightfully owned that stand, any stand, of Coast Redwood trees.
“It was then that I remembered how rich as a nation we were, the onlly rich country left after the late disasters of modern civilization. Yet we hadn’t enough gold, with all our gold—we hadn’t the integrity, with all our show of public faith—to keep three or four or five hundred thousand acres of a natural magnificence needed more for the integrity of our fiber, the sheer future survival of spirit, than for surpluses of employment, of temporary gangs, crews of labor, and invested securities.
“Second growth everywhere would eventually replace the first; but nothing could bring back the serenity the forest had accumulated after a hundred million years. Standing in a grove, I thought of the bitter and vain resentment that the future—when it had learned that a commerce was not enough to keep the heart alive—would hold against the past, our present.
“The grace of the towering trees masked their gigantic span; the ground, in perpetual shadow, held only flowering oxalis in emerald ferns. It was raining very softly. The fallen trunks of an utter remoteness, too great to see over, were green with moss. The whisper of the wind was barely audible, far off, reflective; the gloom in the trees was clear, wet, and mild. It was the past.
“And this was the redwoods’ secret, their special magic, that they absolved, blotted out the fever of time, the wasted years, the sickness of mind, in which men spent the loneliness of their lives.”
--Excerpted from Big Trees by Fry and White
Editing in this shot of a tree that defines "gnarly."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Komurebi / Sycamore
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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