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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 - Mar 11, 2016 - 06:44am PT
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Looks like more Sierra Nevada SNOW today from where I sit.
"Oh my, sure glad I don't have to go out and shovel."
Shoveling is dangerous. Shovel at your own risk.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Mar 11, 2016 - 07:27am PT
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Maybe the birdman of ST can weigh in, but I was wondering where all my birds go in the rain.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Mar 11, 2016 - 07:49am PT
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gustavo alfredo santaolalla
desert island stuff: every slice of this soundtrack is a marvel to me http://youtu.be/PH_e2RNLuiY
would love to have been witness to the whole studio process. full blown kudos all around
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Mar 11, 2016 - 02:47pm PT
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The Skunkbird
The Skunkbird went to Possum Town
And found no other souls around
The possums in the pharmacy
Were out to lunch as he could see
His botulism was most acute
Now balding he was once hirsute
But needed his prescription for
His rare malnourished albacore
The fish was floating upside down
Where it once smiled, it wore a frown
So Skunkbird happened by the bank
No one was there because he stank
No possum tellers to be found
No matter where he looked around
The post office was empty too
No one could stand his harsh pee yew
Off to the grocery store he went
To find someone there heaven sent
A female Skunkbird with a scent
That burnt his nose and curled his toes
And sparked a love like no one knows
And off they flew from Possum Town
To buy for her a wedding gown
But the albacore they could not save
So he went to an early grave
But bride and groom did honeymoon
In Fiji near a blue lagoon
And she became with Skunkbird child
And they flew on to someplace wild
And never returned to Possum Town
Where the sun goes up and the sun goes down
And nary is seen a Skunkbird now
Though often is heard a pig's meow
-bushman
03/11/2016
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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 - Mar 11, 2016 - 08:21pm PT
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IF I COULD BE WHERE YOU ARE
Enya
Where are you this moment?
Only in my dreams.
You're missing, but you're always
A heartbeat from me.
I'm lost now without you,
I don't know where you are.
I keep watching, I keep hoping,
But time keeps us apart
Is there a way I can find you,
Is there a sign I should know,
Is there a road I could follow
To bring you back home?
Winter lies before me
Now you're so far away.
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of you will stay
If I could be close beside you
If I could be where you are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring you back home
Is there a way I can find you
Is there a sign I should know
Is there a road I can follow
To bring you back home to me
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A Middle Earth love song for all those missing someone tonight.
And a song to celebrate the rain.
I used to work in the bookstore with Susan,
who insisted that Enya was the right sound for the place.
she was right--she was the boss.
I reached Enya-overload soon, but her music has a tendency
to settle one's nerves, all the same.
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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 - Mar 11, 2016 - 08:30pm PT
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One for the dog parents here.
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I'm tellin' you, Gnome, get that pair of kids some gloves, a shovel,
and bucket and tell'em to gather in the doggie loaves.
You shouldn't have to do it.
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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 - Mar 11, 2016 - 09:31pm PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 12, 2016 - 04:38am PT
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.My eyes are in a fit of joy and yes the wonderful
'shadows on small rock!'
as well as
all of them real visuals
it is for the most part all I got,
but when the treatment is so fine
then I be glad for what you got
too see too..
Im so not a poet . . . Nor a photographer seems neither
No One Wants To Wake & bake to doggy poo stories,
but
A situation that I heard but took no part in, I was trying to Preseve a little daddyO alone time,
At the time.
It is a older home here in small rock hell,
be careful what you wish for if you call 'shotgun' when raising kids or if you marrie a supreme mamma,
( can't use the word bi-. . . don't mean that either)
so it seems that a 44 year old toilet bowl is an old hole indeed,
the newer dog has no senses,
and drinks from the bowl if the lid is left open - up.
This is the communal pot, and a scuzzy one from time to time & till eternity.
When the black Shepard licks in that slop,
her bowels release a drop of very loose stool,
Just a short squirt of
That was the commotion the other evening, and the result of Mamma -O, the ogere ,
She was furious at the stand and pee one,
that had last used the pisser,
for not throwing the lid down when he had finished.
So sure as shootin' that brown goo from the doggy-do
needed wiping up
and the boy got schooled on how to do the do
that will not spread it around and clean it up
she made him do....that what must be done with stinky pooo.
This was just 2 days ago from when we talked....
So yup , for sure and it is covered by the family chore agreement, not for pennies a loaf.
This is from the eyes, & snaps of the Vital Vitalaysoo cool...
[url=" http://vividrea1ity.blogspot.com/2015/10/angel-wings-first-ascent-on-golden.html"]
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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 - Mar 12, 2016 - 06:29am PT
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hooblie, as I was freakin' out to ItolyouIwasfreaky an ad popped up.
It was for a rock-climbing guide and instruction service in central Texas.
I won't be giving out the name of the service, as I don't know their creds or their reputation.
That said, when I checked out the site, I found a place, a park, called Reimer's Ranch, on the Pedernales River, where some of these classes are given.
Google "Reimer's Ranch."
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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 - Mar 12, 2016 - 06:52am PT
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Merced this a.m. from Middle Earth.
Have a great Saturday, Tacoville!
mfm
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 12, 2016 - 06:59am PT
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Now you've gnome and done it!
TEXAS!
There was a climber in my past who's exploits and training, I never aspired to.
nor ever had any intention of staying close to. His Jersey routes,
were not all sub -par,
no history of his great sends, as far as I know, exists.
He & 'Bones',
or if you know him as the Original 'Skeletor',
Jersey Jeff Grunenberg, climbed 5.13 in 1988 or 9?
F,EDIT I have this all twisted it seems
The word, was that by the Late 90s Jack Mileski Had move on to Aspen Colo.
G
but had done so from a stay in Texas Dallas Or Sherborne?
(? I really do not know)
but Mr Sir,
(( as his Texas legacy as a teacher ))
was his given monicker,
was a .13+crusher ( with a sickly arm, from birth?!)
who opened up the Oklahoma and Texas climbing,
including that R, R ranch, (I m not sure as I say )
(some one uses that name, Mileski, as an avatar,)
(real for reals, I don't get it. - Would anyone use 'Bachar" as an Avatar?)
Jack is dead.
Shot dead by a women he was no longer wanting to be shackled to.
(it , the story of jack's murder made it to an episode of "Snapped on tv, yikes she may be out already?)
Now I'm back some hours later, and I'm I a bit of a quandary as to what to do...
The locals here don't climb Here,
they go to the Gunks
or I suppose Ragged Mnt,
there are lots of good places to climb
within the same 2hour drive time that gets one to the Gunks.
Last week or so, I've had some request from out of the blue regarding,
Where I climb,
my home woods and rocks, that I'm partial to,
I've kinda stopped tope rope soloing, I am more like the end of a two stand YoYo ,
Tied in and the other end - through a Grigri, with back up knots
so I play mid cliff hanging out just below the top -
working the wide, and doinkin' back is scary enough,
I've got one 13 ft foot Boulder problem,
that is way to hard - burly awful width overhanging now it seeps,
that is new since a lightening strike burned the top 1/2 acre or so ....
given that I'm worried about Complacency,
(when the causal approach to something that has gotten routine)
Which it seems is the boogey-boo that seems to kill,
I've taken up this new routine . I by pass all the technical climbing till I'm roped-up,
but even so I still ascend a steep notch that splits a detached leaning buttress, a walk,
well maybe 5.2?,
now just last week an older, one time close friend,
went hat-holder over tailbone, while 'soloing'
to set up a top rope, . . . . old Cal died climbing? No way....
Damn, that, , and the Brian Delaney story . . . . have me spooked.
I've had yellow jackets sting me and
rocks roll out from under me on the short stout approach,
I sound stupid wussy like but thinking it through is a safe thing to do...
So I guess...
I would not be unhappy to find a few groups of
Climbers getting out and enjoying things,
but the double edge of that sword, man, it
Could be minimal; garbage at the car parks or at the crag,
chalked holds, oh the horror!
Maybe even bolted anchors, hey I can dream..bolted routes beyond my abilities, I'd love it...
or climbers & activity could get climbing closed and thus turn me into a criminal.
Here now I'm placing this for only a bit or longer...?
It is self explanatory :
Some one should get the Access Fund, involved to get the Dogwood (Road/drive?) Cliff, re-opened.
off Rt35, less than a mile from the Rt7/ Rt35, intersection. The best drive up and climb cliff around.
( )
as for Boulders? the pink granite block off Buckspen Ln off Limestone....?? not Reading or Bethel. . . .
See it is like this; one of the true 'old guard' has jumped into the fray saying he climbed something back in the day.
Not that I care and I can't seem to make sense of what
or why he, this very long in the tooth, climber would involve
himself, unless it is an access fund thing or what?
I've climbed in Connectecut on and off since the 70s
I'm not sure what's up. I have said I would take a few trips to Nj & the Gunks this spring
but now da free rider, or blind Jim, has stopped talking to me so who knows...
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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 - Mar 12, 2016 - 12:58pm PT
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Sometimes I see too much
Sometimes I don't see at all
Sometimes I don't listen to what I see
I'm probably seeing out loud and don't know it
I'm getting older and my eyes and ears are failing
I'm getting older and my life is quickly sailing by
Soon these will be what is left of me
I hope you've all enjoyed most of what you've seen
Cull day, time to clean up the files; no theme, just pix I liked and didn't remember posting.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Mar 13, 2016 - 09:10am PT
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my pleasure to link, was going to 'slpore his earlier works after midnight manana (tilda implied)
when satellite data allowance goes unmetered. interest piqued. meanwhile ... neo-tango:
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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 - Mar 13, 2016 - 05:13pm PT
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hooblie, thanks for the Argentine Diversion, aka tango.
The Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Trio:
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Hoo-What The Fock!
I could not find footage of Gere and Diane Lane doing their tango from The Cotton Club.
I just got to see the movie last week for the first time all the way through...a real gem, cinematic in the extreme.
Here is something I've never heard, a full orchestra playing the tango.
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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 - Mar 13, 2016 - 05:23pm PT
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Great Tango.From Senor Carlow Marlow.
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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 - Mar 13, 2016 - 08:06pm PT
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feralfae, I did receive the book you sent. I guess I forgot to mention it here but did so someplace or other...
And Mumm's the word...
Y'know, the Big Sky in Montana's the same as it is here.
The difference is mainly in that there are not a lot of mountains to cut off so much of the sky.
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