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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 - Sep 11, 2016 - 08:31am PT
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Remember the Twins!
When the day comes that the next day does not come,
what shall I do instead?
--Dead from My Head To My Toes
Anything Goes in Elysium
Flaring, bomb-bay, unprotected
A first ascent waiting, undetected
It took a lifetime to get to the base
Now I'll climb it in a race
With this angel who's been my guide
Who's brought me home in humble pride
Cuz now that we're up here in heaven
He's admitted he can't even climb five-seven!
Oh, he's a safe one, I should know
He's saved my bacon down below
Many's the time I should have died
But this angel was always by my side
Belaying and be-praying he's a real good friend
He stuck with me up to the end
He's not much to look at some might say
But man-oh-man can he ever pray!
--MFM
The Elysian fields were the final resting place of the souls of the heroic and the virtuous. Two passages in Homer established for Greeks the nature of the Afterlife: the dreamed apparition of the dead Patroclus in the Iliad and the more daring boundary-breaking visit in Odyssey.
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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 - Sep 11, 2016 - 08:39am PT
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Scan of a found foto.
In a copy of A Most Hostile Mountain.
Is this yours Sierra Ledge Rat?
I bought the book from you.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 11, 2016 - 08:51am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 11, 2016 - 09:22am PT
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Cal 40, SDSU/C 45
The Big Dipper
The Big Bopper
Ernie "The Big Cat" Ladd
The Big Lebowski
The Big Easy
The Big Apple
The Big top
The Big House
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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 - Sep 11, 2016 - 11:54am PT
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After What's-His-Name Wins and Pigs Fly
The Big Huge Dipper
The Big Huge Bopper
Ernie "The Big Cat" Ladd*
The Big Huge Lebowski
The Big Huge Easy
The Big Huge Apple
The Big Huge Toupee (top that)
The Big Huge White House
*don't mess with Big Cat
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 11, 2016 - 01:32pm PT
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See ya in a post or two
Dung flies have landed
Did I mis some thing or is this just a rolling joke?
You wizard, what's eating you?
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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 - Sep 11, 2016 - 04:38pm PT
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All hands prepared for spray.
Paco looks like Jaime Escalante.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Sep 11, 2016 - 06:20pm PT
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I can not stand and deliver
Of what I do not know...
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Sep 11, 2016 - 06:36pm PT
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Peace
Gentle breezes and dappled sunlight
By old logs on the creek bank
Softly bedded in the autumn leaves
Where the ladybugs gather
Cool waters up there flow
There are no people around for miles
No trails but for the wildlife
Only trickling and birdsong
Those times when my heart aches
It's where I would rather go
-Tim Sorenson
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Sep 11, 2016 - 06:48pm PT
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I thought this was as good a place as any to post this for today.
Patrick’s Rune
by Madeline L’Engle (1918-2007)
At Tara in this fateful hour
I place all Heaven with its power
And the sun with all its brightness,
And the snow with all its whiteness,
And the lightening with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its steepness,
And the Earth with its starkness:
All these I place
By G*d’s almighty help and grace
Between myself and the powers of darkness!
Bushman, I like the Peace poem by Tim Sorensen. Lovely. Thank you.
Windy and overcast, hoping for some rain. We need it here in Montana.
Peace,
ff
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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 - Sep 11, 2016 - 07:21pm PT
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"...'spitting image' came out of 'splitting image'--cutting trees exactly in half so you would have matching beams in ships or house building."--Ivan Doig
A stark reality of which I was not aware,
Ivan Doig passed away last year.
ff, that was nice to read. Thanks, and I've wondered if you had returned to Montana.
This might help to pass the long rainy night, if it was rainy.
Doig knows Montana droughts.
http://www.terrain.org/2015/interviews/ivan-doig/
What's taking so long, Gnomish One?
Sister's calling gotta go.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 11, 2016 - 07:58pm PT
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Whaaal, I caught a flying termite yesterday. How? Just choose the ones with the full waists.
I can't believe it, zMahn had a pair of hit-tops before I did. MC too. Spoiled kid.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Sep 11, 2016 - 08:21pm PT
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Hi Mouse,
Yes, back in Montana, and heading over to WSS to visit another Doig in a couple of days. I think I will be eating grouse from the Big Belt Mountains.
That was a great interview. Learned a lot about how writers shape their work, their discipline, their influences. Thank you.
I always enjoy reading Doig. Have you read any of Guthrie? Stegner I am sure you have read.
A good night of sleep to you, sir,
ff
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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 - Sep 11, 2016 - 10:28pm PT
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Names Stay, Bras
Byssheman.
uBrown.
Mouse of Merced.
All names not chosen.
Perhaps not even thought of.
"Percy, you, Brown, and MOM."
Big trouble.
Possibly huge trouble.
But avoided.
I still miss weejee.
But I saw a Liza today.
thing swill balance out
or they won't so be assured
ur paid and insured
--berma shave
Socky.
Simon de Garfunkel.
Gallo's Wine.
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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 - Sep 11, 2016 - 10:46pm PT
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AB Guthrie and I hark back to my pre-climbing days.
And Wallace is the master. And he, in turn, had his own set of influences.
There is a lot to be gained from studying the best and from learning from the best.
Stegner's Big [Huge] Rock Candy Mountain is one of my favorites, along with Bucking the Wind by Doig. Both speak directly to the kind of lives my mom's parents and their friends and relatives lived in the early 20th C. western states.
This is a brief of Stegner's contribution not just to gifted western writers but to any gifted fiction writers and poets.
http://creativewriting.stanford.edu/history
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 11, 2016 - 11:27pm PT
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Um? Well it has been an hour that was a strange thing to blow out the page with. . .
.?????????????
Just this evening I could not load a 64 bit size snap, but I'm still posting my snaps to
The onboard album, Drop Box!? Why? It only means more exposure to problems on the Internet
The grand plan is dashed, no way to get anything to grow now or.
the past into anything I'd be proud of.
KnowingGuide books wreck the adventure. What adventure ? This
( pain seems wait till the day after )
A sad statement of the sheer lunacy
nature provides the best
but it's not allowed so
smarty pantz chemist get to stay underground
I'm all ears, if they only knew.
Quite a weekend that one dude had! Woot!
My window on the world, dead center bottom. Behind the tree. Next to...wait
Where yo're AC!
Your window on the world, dead center bottom.
Behind the tree. Next to the ducting leading to the roof. It's the center of Middle Earth
"I gotta know what I do tomorrow?"
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Sep 12, 2016 - 10:53am PT
Opine, I will you have No unit for your unit ? !
I'm talkin' COOL IT Dude,
Dude, we need to gather a whats or not?
A crowd made donation to your cause, damn it man what'z wrong with yoo!?
**z Brown get the mouse some -refrigeration- would ya? The rise in the cost or the electric?
I've thought about that. I'll try to find out what three hours a day on high
will do to the electric bill.
Expletives would be appropriate here.
There must be a public Advocate or two for a one eyed, one thumbed,
Merced home boyzz, with a record of military service
and a clean-ish if bulbous, nose.
( that is a turn of phrase,it is a strong Roman nose )
You're to skinny to sweat away the evenings - that's just not right !
But now it September it gets almost cold at night.
So a good rant wasted.
I thought you would have had AC.
Now, I'm thinking of Linda(?) (was that her name? )
the visitor you took in in the midst of the heat.
That was so kind of you , here seedy, come hang with mouse in his house
that is reminiscent of a hot box at the base of the Hobbit dome
up Tuolumne meadows way.
I've not seen an AC unit in z's storage unit, nice wood-chippers, by the way,
I could use both right away, speaking of chores I should tuck into. . .
my wife knows yours must be an Angel-Saint too. (if a little Darkley spun that's what make 'em fun) your Chickz da bomb !
did you tell her that three pages back I made a try at veiled compliments?
Was the Ent from her? I think it was ! We loved it here. Thanx. Thank you Chele.
Those little Chippers,
yard toys. to the Bushman tho . . I could sure use 'em till my arms were spent.
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And now, dear friends I've got to go .
I've got the Wix page ya kno, I've not posted in a year!
The sad truth is it caused the growth of garage at a spot,
I'm nobody's garbage man.
Well, yes I am; I pick up after three pigs and I'm no preened swan.
The places that I haunt, while often dirty dusty rubble piles,
they are pristine,
birds roost and poop up some fine climbs
but I'll not tolerate, popcorn bags, candy wrappers,
plastic bottles or cans.
They them those this generation out door types litter . . . . . .as if I existed!
if I wanted to be a bad Janitor for a bunch of climbers I'd have opened a Gym long ago.
]for why zB? For why?
I only really recognize Bereta from that jail break.
And Robert Blake? Well he got away with murder, all that wooden acting.
Didn't they Acquit him of 'spotting' his long time squeeze?
Claiming he went back into the eatery when the deed was done?
That was it - remember when?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 12, 2016 - 12:22am PT
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Ah there's the key board now I'll tapp.
I'm a constant chore, I see that you miss a tragedy .
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I've concocted, by my disregard, my own bed.
The bed I've made from teasing bright 'n high
When low-down and dull is what is all you spy.
The leaves gather on my hard won ledges.
If, in my life time, they get climbed again,
The passage of time will be the only proof
The proof of my prior passage, is gone now.
It may have been a rash act or one of bitterness.
I've stripped webbing pins and tat,
triggerless cams, in-stue pro.
Pulled from the cracks it Is all back home in a box
Trash in a box.
The grand plan is dashed,
no way to get anything to grow now or ever
from the past into anything I'd be proud of. Knowing
Guide books wreck the adventure. What adventure ? This
There is very little adventure, here in small rock heaven or hell.
If put it all into one tome, it will surely grow garbage
at pristine, if sterile, from drought, Rocky Hillsides ( a working title )
What has grown before ? soda cans and empty energy drink bottles.
Strange that in the past twelve years, a better writer would have said a dozen,
In the past dozen years there have been evidence of only two other parties passage.
While not as positive as a signature in the cans I've left the fact that all the gear remained.
Things like plastic toy blue dinosaurs, a kitchen Ramakin, a slowly disintegrating paper back;
Banner in the sky and the numerous coffee cans with simple dates of my visits, all remain untouched.
The toys block placements, the Ramakin is aimed at the belayer. No true climber could miss or resist an open book with an actual open book half way along the easy climbing line, and a half readable book for half grown people.
I left the Random flotsam that I've found around the small ridge top cirque in various places.
Left to work like the proverbial thread tapped to a door to show if it has been opened.
A golf-ball in a solution pocket, a slim square package that is yellow with a smiley face,
but red Xs in place of dots for eyes. A package aimed to lure kids to try Spice, is a proud greeting just over past the crux. In the tunnel that you've seen to much of, are candles, lighters and the bottom half of a can hangs down in darkness you would need to know to look.
A fun time crag, a place to party, with road noise and no Graffiti. It sits below one of the most used approaches for landing at the, 'small jet', only local airport.
The place - Crystal - to any climber - it is jewel with six climbs that clock in as very hard. Those would be so good on bolts I've toyed with the idea of placing them myself.
I've not actually explored the 'best' climbing that Connecticut has to offer. I've now been to three of the nine or ten listed areas, the best of the three is not a easy access enough for today's climbers to bother going. So the disused and complex but historic Hanging Gardens,
of Meriden were a fine introduction. Of the ten or so listed areas.it is the least recorded.
Next was a few visits to a chunk of rock in the woods a long walk that has a two by four board walk laid end to end for a half mile.
The crag had been bolted with anchors at the top. The story goes that a father & son proudly smashed the anchors leaving them flat & broken. Called Great Ledge it has a days worth of climbing just enough to justify the drive and walk. This has been the stupid way of things here, it is well known to keep your bolting activities on the down low.
The two crags are a form of very old granite, much more textured and grainy then Perfect Valley Granite.
I've banged some pins and aided out a few climbs that I would have like to try to free.
That is seeming unlikely, but you never know, my ankles and knees may have ideas, but they don't rule me
Yet. . .
( pain seems wait till the day after )
A sad statement of the sheer lunacy nature provides
the man's control, since pot was not harmful enough so a market was made by giving school kids collectable packaging
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 12, 2016 - 12:34am PT
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Any one recognize these rocks ?
Now for smalls from Gnome's own home rock (only not home area)
Ragged Mnt main wall smalls after a rain.
--Some from the Main wall
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