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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 6, 2017 - 08:21am PT
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Fritz up in Choss Creek is makin' me feel like the lightweight that I am, dealing with temps in the minus range F. as he and Heidi are having to do.
I went out for a REALLY short walk, froze my fingers to the bone, and headed back to the barn/cell/icebox.
We had frost and some puddles developed an icy film on the surface.
But none of those 4" hoar-feathers you see on other threads.
No frozen ponds to skate or snowy woods to tour.
But on the plus side
NO DRIFTS OF WHITE STUFF TO PLOW/SCRAPE/PILE
NO STUFF BEING BURIED TILL THE SNOW MELTS
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hooblie
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from out where the anecdotes roam
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well, after two-three days of high wind, low ceilings and intermittent face shots of fine mist, we finally got our due in the wee hours of the night. calm by dawn, blue all around and sunshine peeled the frost from our windshield in the first hour of this vuarnet day
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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 - Jan 6, 2017 - 12:08pm PT
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Noggin, check.
There's ye olde woole balaclava that nita detests, the knit cap from the VA hospital, and the Chilo's Chili souvenir ball cap. You can't do better than free, except when you're forgetful like me. I even had one of those lycra face liners like the guys on the Big EV use.
Hands, nope.
Had a pair of red knit gloves from Amyjo, lost one, then the other. Had a pair of good leather ones but they disappeared several seasons back. Had some great Dacjczchstein mitts back in the seventies.
Quite frankly, Dingus, this morning's al fresco caper was humiliating...all the way up till I got back in bed and got toasty again! The reason we idiotic stupid humans have autos in the first place is so that shepherds and lazy climbers will have a mobile heat base and Starbucks-in-the-wilderness.
Your van DOES have an espresso machine, right? And a mini-bar?
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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 - Jan 6, 2017 - 12:19pm PT
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I came here prepared to deliver a lecture on Edward Abbey, but have mislaid my notes...wouldja believe it? Wouldncha know it?
Meh...they may be in the same place that those gloves and things got off to.
No matter...I usually always try to plan for failure along with success. Such may seem to be a self-defeating mechanism,
but it's better than being a total loser, at least IN MY BOOK.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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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 - Jan 6, 2017 - 12:35pm PT
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I'll take one of these in midnight blue, please.Mercedes-Benz G-Class.
Developed on the advice of Mohammad Reza Shah, the Geländewagen went into production as a military vehicle in the 1970s
and hit Mercedes dealers as a civilian car in 1979, remaining largely unchanged since then.
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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 - Jan 6, 2017 - 01:02pm PT
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Fail to try, never up.
Fail to plan to fail, never sorry.
--Kid Pro Go
Vacation Cruise: The Sea of Senility
The Crematoria group rises south of the Sound of Silence,
where we lie becalmed for the third day in a row. Things are not going well.
The communal supply of Geritol, grossly miscalculated from day one, is now reduced to one jar. It was fun to find donini's secret stash, though. It's why he's always so damn perky.
There is no more Sanka, much less de-caf Starbucks. And who knew Depends had to be changed immediately or even that they began icing up so fast?
However we got this far north, I'll never really know. I slept right through the exciting part, so they tell me. I had my hearing aid turned off, though.
Seems the fog lifted and the current had been carrying us in the still air for days and we could (they could, I was asleep) tell we were moving north by how the coastal range appeared to be moving south but it was the other way round. See?
Well, I wakened in my shirtsleeves, freezing cold and panicking because I couldn't hear a thing and the deck was nearly invisible in the fog. And I paid good money to be here?
[TBC, depending.]
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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 - Jan 6, 2017 - 01:14pm PT
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Speaking of "OLD."Old Moab Scuz Jakes Jokes Jones is in town and called to tell me he's heading my way forthwith.
The Ship of Fools, bound for Hoono's, will be leaving shortly.
Aloha!
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Oops!
Fumbled my smartphone fingers into the Flames again!
Never know what you freaks are up to in here!
Well, figure I might as well share something...
So here's a song and a picture of a boulder
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Take care dudes-
till the next time this thread is right next to the one I actually wanted to visit!
:-)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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DRLJEFE,
I was just bumpin yer Dead Head thread
Hail, to the lure of the small ! Thnx & 2017? No way ! Are you kidding me!
I still miss it with Jerry. . . I placed two other versions over on that thread, here is a third version, they were playing the finiculee finicula a lot 77-78 from the Winterlands New Years run
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Travelin to Taj Mahal, R Cooder too,
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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 - Jan 6, 2017 - 09:42pm PT
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On Burma Road.Burma. Not "Berma."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gBqwWOWKLE
Quite a pleasant ride, so much more satisfying than freezing on a bus that didn't even go to the Ditch today, AFTER ALL!
Rivers rise and then they fall
Good friends do too.
I woke up this mornin' looked round for my shoes got them mean old walkin' blues
I woke up this afternoon found my best friend there we got the hell outta there
I done changed my low-down ways up on Burma Road understand just what I say
Smoke that guitar, boy!
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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 - Jan 6, 2017 - 11:00pm PT
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Tour guides appreciate tips, BTW.
Though there is no official policy, any docent who refuses to accept gratuities is stupid and shouldn't be here in the first place.
Taj - Never Let You Go
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igfNWW8M71Y
The story about the nine-pound catfish?
Nah, it's too incredible even for this thread.
The only boulders we saw were along the river.
Up higher, nothing but choss, burnt-over chapparal, and what you'd expect.And so we switched the music.
[Click to View YouTube Video]And I told old Moab about the shortcut on Dogtown Road. We'd get him back to his sister's in Merced in plenty of time for dinner.
Well, he took the sandbag and we ended up at the Rev's around dark, little bit before. But in order to do so, I had to lie. I felt bad, but only until Denny offered me a couple shots of brandy to go with the Bud I scoffed while Mathis gave a brief tour of Camp Runamucka.
Larry's an excellent driver, the rig is bona fide high and handsome riding, and if I was a woman, I might be crazy about that truck. Truck, not automobile.
So, having pulled the wool over Larry' EYES, I told him flat out we could make it to Merced by six o'clock.
His instincts from his days in high school reading Road & Track and Car & Driver, which we'd already been jabberin' about earlier and are legendary, took control;
and, teamed with my expert knowledge of the route, the rig flew through Greeley,
sped down the grade to Coulterville, then on to the 132 to the Merced Falls Road,
past Mike's, Bud's, the Merced River bridge, through the so-called mima hills north of town, and into Middle Earth at 6:15.
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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 - Jan 6, 2017 - 11:21pm PT
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 7, 2017 - 02:56am PT
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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 - Jan 7, 2017 - 03:20am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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A bump for t-totaling
[Click to View YouTube Video]
in-explicably, intoxicants totaling near a zero sum, bring on a buzz of yearning but not a need for to have fun.
I've mental addiction to crack ya know, I've never done a hit of wax
I wax Philo sophicmorically
Any one tried meth?
That was so not what wanted to say but I've met a few who tell me they have a mental addiction to crack you know. There are those mid 90s crushers , who (de regulá) juiced
in the most controlled and scientific way : on Tuesday night at the old barn turned climb upside down shooting gallery fun house, I miss, missing out.
Now tha'z more bump than hump , but what do you want ?
Rubber Biscuits?
Love theory persists,
I've seen the darker side , it has far more whys than YMCAz,
where you can not live anymore anyway.
Strains, drains & stern-O drinkers beware,
the hobo of today is a sicker fool by far than the romantic ideal,
( mfm, you show it)
and for the hope to emulate the scholar on a constant trip ?
To give it - Th' -Hunter S. - this life shjt?
That is a waste of concussions and eventually conscious ness.
((To schovock ? I'll check that ))Shove off the coils of buttoned up, boxed in, tied up world:
The go with the current wallowing wandering souls who only head down hill ,with the crowd.
go not in your own direction 5 and ten year plans with goals, lecture, teach lead by example
I am and you are to
Booze is smooth when oozed to confound convention . When Booze becomes convention 20yrs of leaning on a post on Friday nights
Stopping most all just happened & seems right
I live to drink again - I'll choose a single malt that will coat my tounge
ol'e ' ell, Batman 'straight up!
Neat.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I've been looking for the music that has the lyrics
" when you hear the music, ya can't stop yer shuffle in feet, it can't be beat , ( then , a deep bass, retort, ) it can't.Be Beat!
I'm sure it is a Little Feat song, but when I listened for it I was I'm sure drawn in and off focus
Here is the last of at least 8 songs
(Including the " Mr Sandman" .... But that is for another time)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
STRUCK me , LATE IN THE DAY AS THE SNOW SWIRLED ROUND AND DOWN,
*It is an early season, snow storm. Fine flakes, cold fluffy accumulation of 4-8 inches
1st, dumping in a year or two,
(and surprise), the media tried to miss the ' right'. . . .?
}(*U beers ){
what the ? I can't even remember what I wanted to say there !
£
& amounts of snow in inches forecast.
Really, sometimes auto correct and my miss spellings conspire to drive me to drink.
I've been gifted a bottle of hard soda, Ginger Beer, a 4% alcohol that compares & compliments a Compari 'n soda.
Compari, Bourbon ~ Apple Jack, something I've got none of.
Alcohol
There is a single grapefruit Sculpin can floating around
Now here is a thing to make you all go hmmm,
The point of the pointless is to try to not to do anything that might make you die while doing
something dangerous that will kill you if you let the activity lead instead of leading the activity,
be responsible for your own self.
Rap first? Maybe, I've done that to many times now so I play the odds and let anyone else , almost, lead down.
More that on the chance it was not posted when Lonnie Mac died. like any body noticed
Cause of of one of these junkies dying
[ Click to View YouTube Video]dang, the artist was a guitarist
)8@O
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zBrown
Ice climber
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11-28-2007
The figure who inspired the “Mr Jones” protagonist in Bob Dylan’s classic ‘Ballad Of A Thin Man’ has died.
Jeffrey Owen Jones, a film professor at the Rochester Institute Of Technology, has been regularly identified as the subject of the song, which appeared on 1965’s ’Highway 61 Revisited’.
Jones was 63 and died of lung cancer at the beginning of November.
According to the widely held theory, Jones inspired the song after interviewing Dylan while he was an intern at ‘Time’ magazine.
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Although it is widely thought that Jones inspired the song, there have been other candidates for the protagonist, including a British journalist named Max Jones, who Dylan has mentioned himself.
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