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WyoRockMan
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Grizzlyville, WY
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Jan 26, 2017 - 07:48am PT
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Toledo Window Box
An album that was in my parents collection. I listened to it 1000 times while latch keying at 8 to 10. Why were the plants denuded on the back cover? It wasn't hard to figure out, considering how often pops and my uncle went to the shed, to "fold the tent".
My spawn, in relation to Zbrown's beauty above.
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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 26, 2017 - 08:41am PT
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Roger Breedlove breeds love.
His mind is relaxed and he never gets riled.
He's also the smartest guy in that whole room and he likes to think for himself.
And King Louis XIV would not be worthy even to tie Roger's climbing shoes for him if, say, they were bouldering together at Fontainbleau.
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Roger Breedlove
climber
Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Jan 26, 2017 - 08:48am PT
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Now that is a boulder I could climb! Cute kid.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 26, 2017 - 01:20pm PT
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I've held back
These bumps are not welcome
They dominate my landscape
The moves, haunt my dreams
I feel as if I'm a keeper of the
Traditional climbing flame.
I've made the mistake & taken one person to the place since back in the day even then I used it as my own private zone.
So Red Swami(?) might know of this;
I'd say , ""ho just an hours drive from Jersey"" loud ~on the phone.
And that would set Jimmy to plan a Gnome hunt, good times!
And yet I want to out the place.
Ruination will follow
Of that I'm sure
it is stumbling distance
From multi-million dollar mansions
And there is parking just as close
With room for 20 cars
The place is small compact, like I was when I had the climbs mastered.
Hard As NailsHard as Nails , Now it masters me
Stacked with 5.11s and harder, mostly with good jugs up high
Stuff that I'll never touch
The aid lines from my yootwill all go free
L to R,
Cosmic Corner
O.A.L-Old Aid Line
Further
A.B.M- Altered By Mistake
F.C.T.S- arête- Free Climb To the Stars
the place is pristine
the frowning face reads my mind and the scowl is more ominous in person.
I stare at the faces that appear due to the play of light on the swirls and ridgosities.
I feel the place misses me, it seems to have seen one rack of beers in 20 yrs, and no other climbers.
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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 26, 2017 - 01:37pm 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 26, 2017 - 05:03pm PT
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A very lazy day.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Jan 26, 2017 - 06:28pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jan 26, 2017 - 09:25pm PT
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Y'all may have missed it, but Bobby "Schoolboy" passed on September 7, 2016.
Pacoima si, dementia pugilistica no.
It takes a train station to solo, eh
[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 26, 2017 - 11:56pm PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jan 27, 2017 - 05:20am PT
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Don't Wake Me Up
Don't wake me up
While you pluck out all those hairs
Stealthily from my back side
Don't wake me up
I hate rhythmic shrieking
Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't tell me what to do with my life
Don't make my plans for me
Don't wake me up
I like rhythmic shrieking
Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
For I'm not who I used to be
Yes, I should have stayed in college
Don't wake me up
I can't take rhythmic shrieking
Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
It's not your fault
My dreams aren't what they used to be
Don't wake me up
I love rhythmic shrieking
Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
-bushman
01/27/2017
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jan 27, 2017 - 06:42am PT
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Poor, Poor, Pitiful
Or
I'm Sorry, Linda
Old houses
Old doors
Old windows
And old, old floors
I stumbled and fumbled
The TP roll
Out of my hands
And into the bowl
Oh soggy TP
Soiled roll
Spoiled and nasty
Not my goal
Tumbling down
That clumsy road
That bumbling wizards
And klutzes go
Soggy brain
And soiled remains
While tumbling through
This life it seems
Old houses
And old, old doors
Old, old windows
And old, old floors
Not quite what
We bargained for
Oh woe is me
So pitiful, poor
Poor, poor, pitiful
Oh what for?
-bushman and Linda Ronstadt
01/27/2016
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