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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 15, 2012 - 11:33pm PT
Batso couldn't cut the boredom, so he formed his own group. More farce, but fewer farts?

Anyone know the people on Batso's right?

This was taken by my climbing partner from Upper Michigan, Kelly Laakso. So he was burned out at Indian Cyn. and came to Moab, only to run into these burn-outs.

Then he came west to do Lurking Fear. With Mouse,
who learned from this guy, Millis, who learned from Chuck Ostin, among others.
His partial legacy: Hamm, Mouse, Throwpie, Mathis, Tuolumne, 1973 or 1974?

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 12:05am PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Yes, yes, yes! We are not to be confused with these black musicians or the hippie scums.
We are not Famous Flames, but infamous stealers of government biscuits.
I gott go make some Cowboy caw-fee.
Larry "Cowboy Larry" aka "Crazy Larry" Moore.
The best free climber in the bunch. Despite the Bircheff's reputation, shining as it is, Larry could've kept up with almost anyone.

The artistic Flames, Throwpie and Peggy, and Randy.

A typical Flames outing. Maxines Wall.

The only other picture of Mathis on rock that I know of. Red Lodge, MT.



Fletcher

Trad climber
Fumbling towards stone
Oct 16, 2012 - 12:13am PT
Look out, MFM has fired up the scanner.

Elvis has not left the building. Well, actually, he appears to be buildering.

Psychedelics not required. However, flashback still occurring from that trip 40 years ago are most welcome.

Bring it on, baby!

Eric
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 12:29am PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 12:32am PT
The travelers of the bunch, Randy and Gypsy.

The very first (legal) procreators of the bunch.

The DORF, Mouse's 1964 Ford Econoline laundry van and hauler of Flamehood around the State.

I sure do hope everyone who lived in Camp 4 at one time or another had at least as much fun
and learned as much and met as many
staunch, rowdy, and loveable friends as I and my buddies have.

It's a wonderful life, George Bailey, and don't ever take it for granted.
MisterE

Social climber
Oct 16, 2012 - 12:41am PT
Eric Bjornstad was a family friend BITD...

Makes me think crazy thoughts

Monkey-wrenching

an desert rats

keeping the spirit

of the place.

Thanks for the pictures.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 03:32am PT
One more and I'm done for tonight. This is my rendering of the Arch Rock Cliff, the Playground of hardmen.
The triumvirate of Mouse, Millis, and Mathis returned after Christmas to the Valley to put into use the practical experience we had gained by growing
beards, drinking to excess, and trying to keep warm at JT in snowy conditions.

We coulda stayed in Camp 4, but why? The desert's nice in the winter.

I went up to do the Gripper with Mark, the Bullfrog, and came down a bit wiser about 5.10. I got poison oak real bad from the talus there
at Arch Rock, so beware. I also got a flu bug which sent me packing down to Merced for a week, but while there, I got the news that my money from
the settlement over the loss of my thumb
in the peach cannery accident came in and I paid cash money for DORF and didn't come back for months, or so it seems.

We rolled out of YV to the Consumnes River, Larry Mooore and I and the two of us had a ball. We took Mathis and Randy over to Hetch Hetchy and had a ball.
Shining times! Big walls ahead! Watch our smoke! And where there are Flames, there's generally some around.
Clint Cummins

Trad climber
SF Bay area, CA
Oct 16, 2012 - 03:50am PT
Actually this is not Maxine's Wall.
It looks like Derringer on Machete Ridge, Pinnacles National Monument.
splitter

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Oct 16, 2012 - 04:11am PT
zBro - is that your version of 'daBrim' yer wearing in that pic?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 04:39am PT
Hey, there Clint,

You getting ROWDY here, say?

It cannot be the Pinnacles.

Reasoning: I say so.

No, bro, what it is not is the Pinnacles. What it is is a photo of Randy Hamm, I'm certain of that.

It's also a photo of myself, not Mathis, as I had thought.

Jim Shirley took the photo, also. Positively, no pun meant. (Not much!)

We three were never in Pinnacles together.

This was just when Jim Shirley was learning to climb. He and I had driven to the Valley to climb and Randy and Gypsy were living in the bread truck they got from Dick Ellsworth when he lit out for AK. Randy must have initiated this climb, whether it's Maxine's or not, I can't say, because if I had suggested it, I would likely have remembered it.

I know I had a beard about this time (my foruth or fifth by then). I am wearing easily-identifiable boots, the BBs from Galibier. What really threw me when these slides came from Jim, was the holster on the left. I always wore mine on the right. It leads me to believe the slide is reversed. This may have led me to say Maxine's. It may or may not be so, but it's the best I can say about it.

There are more pix of this climb at the very tail end of the Camp 4 Photos thread. It sure looks like granite to me. Not a cobble in sight.
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Oct 16, 2012 - 05:25am PT
This thread sounds like Couloured Balls, Endless Boogie and Boogie Angst. Cool stuff. Keep posting!
Clint Cummins

Trad climber
SF Bay area, CA
Oct 16, 2012 - 06:17am PT
Brian,
Here are 6 related photos that you've posted on supertopo, and a 7th that I am sure is Maxine's Wall (p1; I've done the higher pitches also).
1. Main photo. I claim it is not Maxine's Wall. *Might* be Derringer.
Brian leading.
1A. Horizontally flipped version.

2. Climber dressed the same as lower climber in main photo.
I am claiming this also is not Maxine's Wall.
The bowl at the start of Maxine's is similar to this, but the holds are not this big!
3. Same climber

4. Brian, dressed the same in main photo 1.
5. Brian, dressed the same, following with pack.

6. Somewhat unrelated - this is The Hatchet.
I recognize Tiburcio's X and the Pinnacles East Side Reservoir and trails in the background.
Rob Yang's photo from
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhyang/5720293581/in/set-72157626721795232



7. Blitzo's photo of Eric Barrett on Maxine's Wall (p1), 1975
Jaybro

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Oct 16, 2012 - 10:34am PT
Parallel lives slightly offset in time and juggled in space. A fine thread to be videying here in Moab on the front porch of the love muffin, swilling caffeine waiting for my droogs, anticipating today's adventures in longs cnyon or some obscure tower or something. Gotta work tomorrow.

Maxine's wall was my first five ten lead back in '75/76 or so.....
donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Oct 16, 2012 - 10:54am PT
Great photos....brings back memories. I regret that I have zero photos from that era. My first are from early forays to Patagonia.
Fletcher

Trad climber
Fumbling towards stone
Oct 16, 2012 - 12:04pm PT
I thought this was gonna be about Jimmy James and the Blue Flames!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blue_Flame

Eric
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 12:28pm PT
Fletcher,

Sorry as heck to disappoint you. Had the topic actually been
about Jimi and those Flames, it would have read The Blue Flame.
Or The Famous Flames. Or Colored Music.

See ya.

Next page, clint, the print won't go off the edge, maybe.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 12:33pm PT
Clint,

I respect your judgement more than I trust my memory.

If is is Maxine's fine. If it's not, I have to be equally fine with that.

I am guessing on what I say, because I did not take the photos, obviously, and the slides Jim shipped to me were ordered pretty well, but not by each individual climb, exactly. I don't like it, but that's what I have to do in some instances. I'm not trying to stir up sh#t. Nor are you.

I am certain you have argued this kind of case in the past. It's not worth our time, I think you'll agree. Let's get together at the Oakdale Festival and yammer. OK?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 12:45pm PT
I hate it when the edges go haywire. It's a first world problem when your print lines run off the page and you can't read half of what's written.

Almost as much as I hate arguing.

Clint, here's the Rev and he has some advice. He says you need a job.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 01:36pm PT
Threads do drift, but it's part of the Plan.

I began this thread with one idea, to chronicle the Flames. Others lend their light on the path. Plato's cave is no comparison. It's confined. The climber, as opposed to the benighted spelunker, who will never see the moon eclipse from a Colubmia Icefield peak, nor a sunrise from a portaledge.

Tightrope, the threads weave and we perceive. Uke'n see this, plain as day when you consider the photo above.

Jeff and I were in scouting together. It brought us together as friends in eighth grade. Scouting rounded us out. We as Flames considered ourselves to be living advertisements for keeping your kids out of scouting! That's regrettable, but the fact is, we were wrong. I wouldn't trade my camping and other experiences in the BSA for anything, just like I wouldn't trade my climbing memories. I could say the same about my competitive swimming experiences and some jobs I have had.

Thanks for the word on Clint, I am just having some fine fun and he can take what little I can dish out. I have yet to meet him, but am looking forward to it.

I wonder, are you and the Mysterious One are going to go to Oakdale? It would be fun to see you guys.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 02:07pm PT
Ron, from what I can tell, you would have fit right into the Black Cave, the Flames clubhouse in Camp 4.

I climbed the EGG. Jim Shirley belayed. But we weren't doing anything nearly as hard as that talented young guy in the photo.
TwistedCrank

climber
Dingleberry Gulch, Ideeho
Oct 16, 2012 - 02:11pm PT
Whoah. I just Googed "Knights of the Blue Flame" and got a bunch of Anime stuff.

I was always under the impression that the blue flame was all about lighting a Bic while cutting a fart.

Was there a memo?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 02:36pm PT
Millis had lots to gas about on the subject.

He was the expert on dog farts, what with Spats' predilection for such.

Wish we could contact Dillis' brother Brian. He might have some old pix of the Boy and his Dog.
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Oct 16, 2012 - 02:51pm PT
I don't know nothing about no blue flames. It was De Flames ok Ese?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 03:09pm PT
Throwpie, make me some caw-fee. I needs me some mo' cow-fee!

How cool would this ride have been in the Valley? Or anyplace?
The "Boss Short" of legend. Faster than a spinning top, more powerful than a Peter Haan arm bar, able to consume gallons of gas in mere seconds.

We could do some low, slow cruising in that beauty!

SHOTGUN!

El Jefe gets to drive the first pitch.


Edit: zBrown, thx, Amigo. I always liked Signe better than Grace, too.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 16, 2012 - 04:25pm PT
Article of Confederation Section:


Why is one of these guys smiling?

or

Why is the other one (sounds like a good name for a Dead song) not?



Advice and Prognostication Section:

Always keep an home-made Da Brim around, the sun may shine in your back door someday.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 16, 2012 - 04:31pm PT
Tightie (I know, don't call ya that),

I'm all in on Conrad Anker and Bill Nickell.

Edit: You are so right. My wit's half what it used to be. And I used up my guesses, being all in.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 17, 2012 - 04:26pm PT
Then if nobody else is gonna guess, I'm re-guessing.

Yessir, a re-guesser.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 17, 2012 - 04:32pm PT
Hah! Cheater I be, but it's the internet...

At least bill's getting to the Festival.

Real sorry you cannot get there, man.

I'm gonna take lots of pix if LilaBiene's camera is available.
Tobia

Social climber
Denial
Oct 17, 2012 - 04:38pm PT
How many mice are there?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 22, 2012 - 07:13pm PT
Tobia, amigo mio,

I'm blind. I did not see this until just now.

I shall get back with a snappy retort.

Meanwhile, the Reverend is here and just scoped this thread.

Which is why I noticed this last post of yours.

MFM
Peter Haan

Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
Oct 22, 2012 - 07:35pm PT
Mouster,

In the second post on this thread, (and your second post) that image apparently taken in front of the tiny route, Short but Thin, located near the Slack start and La Escuela, at the base of El Cap. The unidentified are Alan Bard (= AB) and Kurt, the Santa Cruz sidekick of Carter. Fun shot of Millis, isn't it. As often recalled by many, Dennis could eat french fries without opening his mouth. A plus often.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 22, 2012 - 09:23pm PT
Thanks, Peter.

Always know your friend, and your friend's closer.

Go Giants, even if the Beard ain't pitching this year.

All the Flames from Merced were Giants fans.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 22, 2012 - 10:46pm PT
Is it any wonder we were Giants fans? Orange and Black!
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2012/09/21/2549042/old-friends-last-el-capitan-high.html

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 22, 2012 - 10:55pm PT
Sorry mouse, Brian Wilson is my cousin and that baseball player is not Brian Wilson



I wish they all could be California Girls
I'd pick up on their good Vibrations
On The sloop John B

P.S

I'll grant you Throwpie on the left but who is on the far right?

And,

The tall woman in the center is obviously a Wilson

Help me Rhonda.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 22, 2012 - 11:09pm PT
That's'n't the Brain Wilson I am familiar with. Advaced placement physics. Metal shop instructor, 1959.

My family: includes one mouse and two dogs.The car is this exact model & color.the Merc was the color of the El Capitan Gauchos, that kind of blue and black.

Here is the Alma Mater for El Capitan High School, written by the band master's son, Garth Steen.

I find it Heart-warming that El Capitan High School began its run in 1958.

How fitting. I heard a rumor that they even practiced making pitons in shop class the next year.

One thing I never got straight, and I blame it on Miss Lemmon, the Spanish language teacher, who I served in my capacity as a bookseller many years after she retired, and whose reputation as a poor teacher was pretty well understood by those who took her courses. I'm certain she must have had something to do with this mis-nomer.

The mascot of our El Capitan High School was the Gaucho. Why not the vaquero, which was the Californios' equivalent of the caballero of Spain? But the gaucho of the pampas in South America? I'm pretty sure they are keeping the original mascot for the newer version of ECHS.

It's view of the Sierra Nevada will be just as nice, no matter who's looking, I'm sure.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 22, 2012 - 11:26pm PT
Uh, if those two photos are the exactly the same car, then why is the license plate number different? (I can tell one is black and white and the other is colorizied (thanks Ted, say Hi to Jane and tell her I love those barbells).

BTW, you were tall for your age and are Lenna & Heidi riding one of those homemade two-by-four skateboards we popularized in 1959?


Tim was way advanced, that's a real homemade scooter he's got there.

Cool stuff and all that mouse.

One thing you could possibly clear up. They held high school classes on El Capitan in the '60's?


Bust yer buns (may be a forgettable climb, WTF do I know)

Mimi

climber
Oct 22, 2012 - 11:28pm PT
Awesome old pictures and tales, Mouse. Thanks for posting.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 22, 2012 - 11:43pm PT
I recommend a tour on Tony Immoos' website. WOW!!!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/trimmoos/3307713413/

It so happens that Denair is like next door to Oakdale. And folks wonder why tom Frost lives out there...



Here is what you can see from some spots in the Central Valley. I grew up looking out a window from my upper bunk bed at the ridge separating Merced from Mariposa. I could only imagine where Half Dome might appear if it were taller.

Still...

there were days when it was clear as glass and the mountains marched off south and Mt. Hoffmann would appear.

And the Giants have WON THE PENNANT!!!

Yeah, BabY BY THE BAY!!!

Scooter-O!!!


zBrown: It's exactly the technique for skateboard pioneers like us. We started out with a long two by and a wooden fruit box (Cloud,s Rest Tomatoes/Le Grand) and it got shortened up later. Throwpie was a skateboard champ here on the Applegate Park tennis courts.)



zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 22, 2012 - 11:56pm PT
I always remember it as (bless your wicked little heart Heb Caen):


I've often wondered, at least in the last few minutes or so, what it would have been like to half [sic] a view of Full Dome. C'mon people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 23, 2012 - 12:00am PT
Vot's dot you zay?

Dot's a climber up dere?

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 23, 2012 - 12:03am PT
The strange thing was going out sidewalk surfing on a Friday night in the Southern California car culture.



Well hello Mr. Zog, I dropped by to pick up some sex wax



*Note OSHA recommended not eating or chewing, just rub it on your stick.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 23, 2012 - 12:12am PT
Did you notice that Dr. F's two threads are approaching 50,000, whilst an interesting thread such as this, or say eKat's snow thread are less than 50?

This will be my last post on the SuperTopo Forum, what's right is right.

I'm being self deported.

Adios mis amigos. I won't have a name, but then maybe I never did.

[Click to View YouTube Video]

Does the world still suck?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcEAQY5HIRw

Like they weren't even human

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTdd3-V5WxI&feature=related
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 23, 2012 - 12:17am PT

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1334200&msg=1334200#msg1334200

Odd, the things going on. The Dingus thread, the earthquake a couple days ago, the Giants going to the Series again...

Might be a dumb thing to get deported just now, amigo. Things look like they are livening up.

Earthquake/rockfall/caliclysmic phenomena/two-headed cats, I tellya!

neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Oct 23, 2012 - 12:35am PT
hey there say, mousefrommerced and all you fun folks here...


thanks for all the share, a full variety here...

am enjoying seeing you all kind of
'playing tennis' here... :)

had not seen this yet--been a bit busy--so i just jump
on and off and hit only a few of the post...

happy i got to sit here a bit tonight...



will go back and see if some more of the pics have 'manefested'...

timid, give a 'hey there to nita'...
and if you see matt around, my dear brother, give him one, too...

interesting neat older pics here, too,
thanks...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 23, 2012 - 12:47am PT
I want to thank you, Walleye, for cleaning this photo of "Limber Linda" Halvorsen. she was the ideal "Flames Mama," according to the Rev.

He was in town this rainy afternoon. He stopped by after visiting Betty and Lem, his folks. He told me his mom had a fall and it wasn't too serious. I asked him did Beautiful Betty do it third-classing something and wouldn't you know it, the Synch is still as active between us two as it was in 1969.

He said she was on a bench hanging clothes on a line, a thing she's done innumerable times, when she slipped or the bench tipped. Should have had a rope, but that's so typical of how things go between the Rev and the Mouse.

Here's our prom picture, March 1965.Trust does not grow on trees. Jeff's folks live in an old, old almond orchard, nonetheless.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 23, 2012 - 01:33am PT
Mammut Rope on The Line, Lover's Leap, 1976.My parents honeymonned at the Leap. Their wedding day is August 10, 1945.

Corrugated Corner P1 was my first lead there, and our first trip there was in August, 1970. Mathis, Bullfrog, and Mouse. We did Haystack and another, Bear's Reach, I guess.

A week later we were in the Bugs. Not the VW bugs, either, we were in a VW camper. Stylin' for the moss-backs! Woo-hoo!

The Yodelin' Yokels from Yose-might!

Lock up yer virgin daughters, we're not playing pranks!
We come to climb yer mountains, we're the Ca-liff-ornia Yanks!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 23, 2012 - 03:34pm PT
That trip was a success. They threw us out of the Provincial Park, we fought fire with a forestry foreman out in Edgewater, then the locals bought our beer for the rest of the week, too. And we lived through the climbing, best of all.

Coming back to Yosemite, the climbs started getting ticked.

Wan't a thing we could do but to climb and count coup.

Those climbs had no reason to get hot 'n huffy

Midterm is just so overwehelmingly stuffy.

And Entrance Exam, he thinks he's so tough he

Tried to chop our f*#king rope!

We pulled Pharaoh's Beard and avoided the curse of King Tut's tomb...

The Tilted Mitten leaned right and the Sphinxter lent us some wisdom.

We Jumped for Joy after cracking the Nutcracker, laid low after Higher Cathedral for the second time, and Facelifted Lucifer's Ledge. Some pigs should be considered less equal, truly.

Lenna's Lieback came later. Like lots later. Millis took over and it was too late to downclimb, he was a Flame and had his place in the matchbook which proclaims "success without college; knowledge without college; the School of Yosemite Rocks."

Old school. Older fool takes on younger fool and passes on his errors.
I don't think Dillis thought ladies needed to be seen on the rock. I may have him wrong. It would be old school to insist.

We sadly neglected mountaineering in favor of rock climbs only.
This was an error in mentoring. I would have gladly gone to Starr King or to some remoter S. Yo. peaks. But noooo.

BooDawg, if only we had known!



Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 24, 2012 - 01:42pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 24, 2012 - 01:43pm PT
and of course the motto of "De Flames" was

"ride low, cruise slow"

that was when wasn't having a rumble with De Bears...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 24, 2012 - 02:31pm PT
First and foremost, The Flames are a car club, albeit for dudes with no ride of their own. It is what it is.

It so happened that back in the early 70s, women Lost Some of Their Attraction but Not All and a then few of us Merced Flames started rock climbing. Little did we realize, at first, the potential not only for exercise, inspiration, and mental health (!) inherent in the sport of dings, but we soon learned that climbers who have even the smallest rep are infinitely preferred in a pick-up situation to the average hippie-on-a-nature-binge who was such a ubiquitous part of the Camping Scene in YoVal.

You must understand that Merced lives up to it's local "mer-dead" nickname in the estimation of many Mer-teens and Mc-jobless delinquent types such as Flames, Dirty Hands, Sub Racers, and Pause-Whats, all "legit' social enterprises in our country city, all formed mainly to combat boredom and outclass rival clickas...

You know how it gets in isolated little towns, not a club scene anyplace worth a dime, especially on weeknights, everyone sits around broke, wishing for weed, a new, fresh girly-face, staring at each other, farting to make something happen, listening to the "newest" six-month old Doc Watson LP over and over, the chicks aren't interested in yer sh#t any more and wanta go home, whine whine whine, and you are all simply BORED OUT OF YOUR SKULLS! Rock climbing had it's appeal, it's escapism beckoned, and the romance between me and the lichen and crystals and dust and stars and friends took hold and directed my life for the next many years.

And later on I grew up.

There were not only cracks, chimneys, and face to be had in the Bitch-Ditch. (That is or was our gentlemanly euphemism for a babe-magnet like the Valley!) There were also legs to go with them! "Maid to order," in a manner of speaking; vulgar though it is, it is very close to the truth. Camp 4 man does not exist by the breadth of his climbing nor by the size of his rack, but by the broad swath cut through the ranks of the pretty maids all in a dorm. You sure don't need to have a string in order to be canonized a hardman, but it helps your rep. May be why Donini...Never mind. Not kind.

But women play that game, too. Otherwise, Lito would have had less to write about. Motives behind our passions are many times the result of sexual frustration. Here's a prime example from the roaring days of Yosemite Sam's, the cantina dedicated to beer and Creedence.

I should set the tone. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP3TTGuddjY

Some week nights we got to sleep at a decent hour. Saturday was always a party in the cantina. I don't know how long Yosemite Sam's lasted, but it was a warm, friend-packed, beery place where you could dance until eleven or so. The place probably got shut down, but there must have been good reasons. It was a money-maker, doubt not.

Cagle, Cox, Cowboy, Meyers, the Rev, Millis when he was around (he got a job in Redondo at Pat's Ski Y Sportas), and more, including maids, desk virgins, and servers. It was for the benefit of the employees that the cantina had opened in the first place. It must have discouraged drug use by substituting more drugs, which is The American Way. And the NPS was apparently not going to object, or was willing to wait until someone killed themselves from driving home from the place. Quien sabe? All I know is I loved the atmosphere because I was a butting alkie. Yep. Consume more than you can afford, buy many rounds for pals with no reciprocity, and you are well on the way.

Werner relates; not that he's alcoholic, but he has seen them and never drinks. He's had his fill. For some it's uphill and always will be.

So one night I am heavy into this little blonde server and am jamming on the dance floor so much with her and we seem to be going places when Larry came and snatched her away: He and his red-headed charm, his cowboy demeanor...aw, schist! So, drunk as I suddenly was, I staggered out into the night, found my hardware stash in camp, set out a rack for the Tower, and by the time I'd coffeed up with Ron Cagle, had convinced him to help in schlepping my haul sack, just a LaFuma guide pack with comestibles and Fern Spring water, while I carried the ropes and racks.

Lessons learned:
1--Never take bananas on a climb if you value its completion. They don't react well to packing. Use banana chips instead. This climb died in a mash of bananas.

2--Never let a woman be the only reason you climb. That is pathetic. It's not correct motivation. Did I say it's pathetic?

3--Never drink to stupefaction and think you are capable of climbing anything. I've done it too often to not say so. If you do try, don't be a repeat offender. It's definitely a sign of alcoholism. Stop climbing, get help. Yer gonna die, but it so doesn't need to be like that. That would be absolutely pathetic!

Enough said about that expedition, except to say I got to expiate some lust, if not all. It's quite a hike to the tree at the base of the Leaning Tower.

I'm gonna bivvy here, see ya to da next pitch, eh?

May San Joaquin protect you on life's paths until I rerun again.
http://midf.wordpress.com/2008/07/26/one-pair-of-legs/




Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 24, 2012 - 04:42pm PT
P.S. Mouse, we did NOT get the bread truck that we lived in for years (and our son was born in) from Dick Ellsworth. He had a yellow panel truck that had collages glued all over the side. We had a turquoise blue 1956 International harvester bread truck that we bought in 1974 after we returned from Europe. We bought it in L.A. where it's former life had been an ice cream truck (which fired up Randy's imagination). He and I built the little house inside it and of course on those wintry nights in Yosemite one could find me baking chocolate chip cookies in our oven so that we could keep warm under our down bags. We had an Aladdin lamp (which I still have) that was suspended from the ceiling and Randy used to read Sherlock Holmes stories out loud to me while we huddled under our down bags eating those cookies. Anyway after Ariel got too big for the three of us to continue to live in it, we sold it. And also that is where I made all those bagels that Rick Sylvester may remember eating.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 24, 2012 - 04:44pm PT
I will find a photo of that truck
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Oct 24, 2012 - 05:31pm PT
Dick's truck! I remember that some of the photos included in the collage on it's side were a bit, well, very pornographic. A ranger instructed Dick to cover them up. He did...with cardboard flaps saying " do not look"
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 24, 2012 - 07:05pm PT
sway their hay mousie decided just to throw out the bathwater not the baby
maybe
Blind zDobroBrown (1962)
graniteclimber

Trad climber
The Illuminati -- S.P.E.C.T.R.E. Division
Oct 24, 2012 - 07:07pm PT
Dick's truck! I remember that some of the photos included in the collage on it's side were a bit, well, very pornographic. A ranger instructed Dick to cover them up. He did...with cardboard flaps saying " do not look"

throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Oct 24, 2012 - 07:52pm PT
I wish more pics...no one could afford photography back then. The few photos I have probably cost a buck each in those days. Beer and dope was WAY more important.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 24, 2012 - 08:07pm PT




Riotin'





Draggin'



Cruisin'


Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 08:22am PT
okay I'll get out the scanner and post a few more...
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 08:53am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 08:57am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:00am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:03am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:07am PT
can't say

Social climber
Pasadena CA
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:11am PT
Mouse, those early skateboard pics and the whole cruising thing brought back a lot of memories for me. I made my first skateboard in '59 that way. I jacked one of my sister's roller skate and nailed it onto a 2X4. I lost a lot of skin in the next bunch of years when those steel wheels and later, the clay composite ones, would instantly stop when they hit the smallest pebble or what have you.

I spent most of my high school years hanging out here

apologies for interrupting the Flames reunion
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:25am PT
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Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:26am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:29am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:35am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:43am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:53am PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:53am PT
Were Randy and I ever at the Pinnacles that you remember, Gypsy? This thing with Clint bothers me, still. I can't sleep at night. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghFBvBmXv4E

Some boss shorts in that video, amigos. Where were you in '72?

Mouse and Millis ran up this face with one bivvy and ran down the Cathedral Gully in the dark so I could get to work next morning.


The most obvious, to me, line is the right-facing corner, which is why it is called the Chouindard?/Pratt Route, V, whatever.

MFM and the Rev (before he was the Rev but after he was "ordained") had been on the C/R with Jerry Anderson. we bailed.

This old derelict in Camp 4 said we should go do it again, and we never did, but Millis and I did.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:54am PT
The derelict in better times.

Thanks for the advice, man.

Anyone recognize the truck in back of the Bird?

Is it a bread truck?
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 09:56am PT
By the way Throwpie, Dick didn't think that the photos of people having sex were pornographic; he thought the ones of war and people killing each other were the pornographic images.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 10:00am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 10:05am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 10:09am PT
I don't recall if we ever went to the Pinnacles with you Mouse. I don't think so.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 10:19am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 10:28am PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 25, 2012 - 10:57am PT
That's Mr. Hamm in the library, right?

These are fantastic shots, Gypsy. Much beholden.
TGT

Social climber
So Cal
Oct 25, 2012 - 11:07am PT
Dick's truck! I remember that some of the photos included in the collage on it's side were a bit, well, very pornographic. A ranger instructed Dick to cover them up. He did...with cardboard flaps saying " do not look"


Was that spring of 70 or 71?

I remember the van and a big commotion in the parking lot.

of course we had to go over and lift up the "do not look" flap.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 25, 2012 - 11:27am PT
lots of focus on time around these parts lately.
our warriors travellin paths in beautiful motion, though hastily.

so in response,
i got up from my seat and departed the now,
for gawd im always aggresively pursuing that disaster of presence;

and i strolled away from my understanding,
away from my self,

and i explored the echos
that constantly chase me down the hallways of my life.

well, i found all these doors adjoining my thoroughfare of existence
and each one i opened, and peered fearfully into the spiritual closets.

you wanna know me?

read on.

im perfection and disaster in the same shoe.
ambition is mine, though so is surrender.
accomplishment? plenty!
failure? not immediately apparent though strongly present.

hope is mine, paramount. death is my halo, inviting.
fear is soul food.
comfort is poison.
clarity becomes of my mental complacency;
confusion becons my idle mind.

sorrow moves me.
happiness is foolish.

well-being is elusive,
the pursuit of which,
is life.

illness nourishes my ailing heart,
such that it beats upon a dynamic lie.

i love what might be,
i hate what is.

i do.
i do not be.

the mountains, i have found,
echo best my shouts
and have proven themeselves
as a most product unravelling realm.
--Norwegian at his best


ur a light. a flame.

the taco is ur lamp.


"Can I have one, Dad? I'll clean up his mess, I promise..."
"May I. Not can I. And yes, they poets be cheap to keep."


There are a lots of climbers who possessed tremendous artistic talents like Randy and like throwpie. And not just in plastic arts but in singing and playing, dancing and juggling and mimicking. Millis was a drop-out or a grad of some acting school and his frustration got the better of him and he came up to the Valley after that.

I think it's great of you to share. I thank all who've posted.


Denied, deplored, but yet besought & beckoned,

Death will look like the last & least of accidents.

Who would ask such an unwelcome guest to stay

When its persistence must be reckoned by the second?
-Hine the poet master

That was courtesy of Ed.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 11:56am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 11:59am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 12:02pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 12:45pm PT
pyro

Big Wall climber
Calabasas
Oct 25, 2012 - 12:50pm PT
"classic clint hard as flint!", so you can't argue with that.
love the pic's
thank's for posting.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 12:54pm PT
scuffy b

climber
heading slowly NNW
Oct 25, 2012 - 01:18pm PT
Thanks for keeping this thread going.
Good, warm vibes.
From time to time something gets jogged in my memory.
Makes me wonder how often we were in proximity without realizing it.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 01:24pm PT
there are lots of memories but very few photographs. Not many of us could afford cameras and film. Now with digital it seems everyone is a photographer. I just snapped a few photos in those days mostly of my baby growing up with those little instamatic cameras. Never took it very seriously until recently.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Oct 25, 2012 - 02:13pm PT
While we're torturing ourselves about how young we once were...here's one of Peggy Lou and I with our new Bonnas. I believe we stumbled, slid and crashed out to Dewey Point that day. Circa 1972
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Oct 25, 2012 - 02:22pm PT
Dick Ellsworth in front of our pad in Merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 25, 2012 - 02:57pm PT
Throwpie,

I clicked to enlarge on that shot of you and Peggy?

This came up. WTF?

I went back, clicked it again, and this came up.

One last time.

The Ellsworth Effect! You lift up the flap, and there's your real actual life.

You're not gonna throw all that pie. Are you?

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 25, 2012 - 03:46pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 25, 2012 - 04:22pm PT
I think he published a guide book with a red cover, like Roper, except it didn't have pictures.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 25, 2012 - 05:52pm PT
The Cowboy.
His brand.
Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Oct 25, 2012 - 06:11pm PT
Was Larry a Brit? I thought only Brits wore heavy woolly socks in their EB's.
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Oct 25, 2012 - 07:24pm PT
heythere say, gypsy... thanks for all the neat old pics....

extra note:
say, wow, i realyyy liked the one of scotland--hills in the background...

:)
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 26, 2012 - 09:25pm PT
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Oct 27, 2012 - 01:49am PT
hey there say, gypsy...

veryyyy nice road runner... we saw them in south texas, though, not quite like that one (however, they were far-off down the roads, so never did see them clear, haha) :)

thanks for sharing...
splitter

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Oct 27, 2012 - 02:01am PT
Gypsy - Yes, I concur, "veryyyy nice" pics of the birds, etc., on yer website. here is the link again for people to check out...

http:////www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/
jstan

climber
Oct 27, 2012 - 02:52am PT
Reminds me of a Tyrannosaurus rex.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 27, 2012 - 07:44am PT
My son had a pop out children's book on dinosaurs and one of the illustrations said "Tyrannosaurus rex had arms so short he couldn't even scratch his chin".
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 29, 2012 - 04:19pm PT
In the second post on this thread, (and your second post) that image apparently taken in front of the tiny route, Short but Thin, located near the Slack start and La Escuela, at the base of El Cap. The unidentified are Alan Bard (= AB) and Kurt, the Santa Cruz sidekick of Carter. Fun shot of Millis, isn't it. As often recalled by many, Dennis could eat french fries without opening his mouth. A plus often.--Peter Haan, earlier

Now, see here, Peter, that old tale is as true and proveable as the story about the Salathe Modet T axle. The plain truth about it is that Millis could pick his nose with his tongue.

Equally, I heard that you were talking to angels on the Salathe and that they looked like this.

Yet Mark Kelemens told me the angel was more like this.

And Bridwell swears you described to them this angel in detail down to the last hors d'ouvres.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 29, 2012 - 04:57pm PT
Dwain, do you think maybe we're just sublimating? Do we just have too much time on our hands?

We both got this climbing Jones and it's DRIVING ME DAISY![youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nMlEVwoHFI]

It's probablly DRIVING YOU BATTY![youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTY6eXHd2ko]
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 29, 2012 - 07:06pm PT
This is myself and my older brother, Mike the Troll.This is what trolling gets you, a great big fish.

I prefered to fish alone. Mike would outfish me, just to piss me off. This is my booty from one afternoon off the dock at Tahoma.

Quite a contrast between the "old" me and the "old me."

But which is which?

Old Lake Tahoe, does it lie buried under a newer lake after each storm? It's patently not the same water as it was.

Deep lake, deep questions.

You need to troll in deep water, surface fishing's a waste of time.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 29, 2012 - 09:02pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Oct 31, 2012 - 02:20pm PT
What I Told the Gypsy Photographer

Picture this,

And I will depict for you

What happpened one day

On the banks of Poughkeepsie, ne?

There's something fishy in that photo.

See the wing's eyes?

they are sneak eyes,

Vicious and fishious.

Quelle etrange!

That's weird, they feared.

A big old bird

Oh my word

It's in the jaws of a big old

Big old...

"He's eating Big Bird, Mamman!"

Can't think of a word.

Merde!

Seine's full of turds...

Lyin' fisherman's absurd.

That's not the same Seine

I seen when I made that scene.

Paris I know,

So you know...

You might think I'm insane,

But I'm only a little plastered,

While you,

You're a lyin' bastard.

You said Seine, see?

If Eifell ever fell for that one

Then he's pretty lame, hein?

I hate to seined

You back home with no fish.

But Jesus Christ it's no miracle

That we are starting

To re-light the Flames.

We'll have us a BBQ.

Till then, I bid you adieu.

5.9, let's go to the coffee shop.

Barb's on tonight.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 1, 2012 - 01:57am PT
The Rev in his present iteration.

'Let my people work for a damn living. I don't care if Yvon is The Boss.'--The Rev
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 1, 2012 - 04:43pm PT
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations

Join Gypsy.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 2, 2012 - 05:49am PT
Marcie bowcups for the poem and the announcement.

Wow, the Rev--where has all that red hair gone?

To Bedlam my dear

where all the bonnie boys go

So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he'll fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, all brewed with gall, with Mad Maudlin I will travel.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 3, 2012 - 07:37am PT
It's a bad time to get in front of news like leukemia or pneumonia, and we won't mention el muerto, will we, Gypsy, especially if you're a hardman-in-you-own-mind and a Flame by the name of the mouse or the rev, both humbled by time's reaching out.

It's not bedlam, as I have said otherwhere.

sung in the key of tranquility
with the passion reserved for Ruler of My Heart

I have my poetry.
The key is tranquility.
Just ask miss neebee
sha she'll tell ya

I would write this bad god dang news
Some sad old natural blues

If I could play the ivories
Instead of these keys

When you are gone I'll not wish you would come back
I'll wait patiently
Maybe go to sleep at the wheel
Of this semi-load of blues

I'm so tired and I hate to be alone

I'd give you a call on the telephone
But you seemed like you want to be alone
Feel like death-dog chewing on my bone

Oh, I feel like howling at the moon
I feel dogged-down just like a coon
Told me you're going away real real soon

Too dang soon

three months left
the doctors say
nothing left
gone away
just like

"snap your finger"

Just how I don't feel--Snappy Sammy

I'm just kind of glad that I think this might be happening--it's what my Dad wants me to believe, anyway:
[Click to View YouTube Video]


Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 3, 2012 - 08:04am PT



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAKfy2W70Qg
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Nov 3, 2012 - 09:40am PT
hey there say, mouse... to you, from my house:


just saw the other post...
made me sad, over here, aways from calif's coast...

i myself had a good daddy-cry today...
but mine is still here, and i'm praying for his longer-stay...

though i know the day will come, for those older folks that we love...
so we must continually seek strength from our creator above...

we are like seeds, you see...
we spout and grow, and give fruit, to others that be...

when folks die and pass on, there is a trigger from their 'ways...
and it sparks the fruit that been LEFT to continue their 'past day's stay'...

entrusted to you, then will come...
a new job, to be done...


keep your dad's works alive through you...
by love, in all you do...

it's the higher way of life, when death seems to steal...
and eternity, will boast, of fine dessert, after the earthy meal...

a hidden joy, shut away by this body's frame...
is the end-result, for when we park, after earth's life-game...

reunions will be far above here-and-now sweetness, as to what we've lost, 'tis true...
as long as we've tended to our souls, proper--and not been wicked to others, nor been hurting folks, by being 'askew'...


though--it may be long time in coming, to see, my friend...
but we will know more, come whenever 'this eartly time', does end...





TODAYS note--just now wrote:
(your buddies are all here, for this such time, you'll find...
reach out for them, here, so you'll not be trapped in your mind)

may this days sun rise, to find you with an anchor,
growing each day, as a soft surprise...






(stock photo)





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 5, 2012 - 06:22am PT
Here. A chapter of a story. A story based untirely on another belated chapter in my lives. Dedicated to confident n00bs everywhere.

B Lay and the Cap-Rock Cowhands.

Chapter the First: The hardmen arrive, as yet un-chastened.


Our intrepid cap-rock campers arrive in the Valley. Their sights are set on the Tilted Kitten, Tilt, and Mum’s Word. They gaze in awe at the Incontrovertible Buttress, easily the South Side equivalent of the mighty Rhombus, which just barely defeated their combined assault just last month. With all their bad luck, weather in the nineties, and lack of energy as a result of having to carry their pigs to the base, then carry them back when the jugs broke their taped tops and soaked the food, the down and the topo-binder., it’s no wonder the Rhombus won that round.

And so they begin the arduous quarter-mile to the base of the imposingly prepossessing pillar, buttress, more of a pile of pillars, buttresses, and chimney-looking cracks, really. Faceplant leads the way, f Stop walks behind, and B Lay is in his accustomed place, the third man.

B Lay’s attention is riveted on the gray-greenish-ashes color of their unquestioned quest. She is a thing of beauty, grace, and speed, in slow motion; he’s ambling again, the one prone to day-dreaming. But he knows his way around a gri-gri. He should, he’s a gym member going on nine or ten tough months. But he better Pick up the Pace, yuck, yuck. New York City? Gawd, I’d die if I had to go there, or my name’s Joe Buck, ma’m. I’m new to the…What’s that smell? Slowly he turns around. Was that really sh#t and sh#t-paper he just stepped in? Oh, f*#k yeah, it was! I’m gonna check that Facelift out next fall, I think. This don’t even happen at My Tanks! People know better down home. Sh#t, hell, Sh#t-heel. You better watch yer step here on out.

He dashes after Faceplant and f Stop, catching up as they come to the base. They dump the hardware, ropes, canteen, the topo-binder, the photography crap, the Go Pro and the cooler. They each light up a cigarette, a cigar, and a joint in celebration of having done the approach without trauma. They share some of the ice in the cooler, all three managing to wet their smokes, but f Stop just calmly re-lights his cigar and comments how nice it is with no Gila Monsters, little clouds of flies, diamondbacks, and hemorrhoids. He’s a Dallas fan, you can tell. He’s a hemorrhoid sufferer. Add to that the sh#t he smells in spite of the cigar, and he looks around carefully, and discovers the source. They decide to send the offensive shity-shoe-sufferer back to the ragtop for his ancient Fires. They may smell like his mom’s old tampon, but not like sh#t.

Over half-an-hour later B Lay comes back into the clearing at the base of the “wall.“ Faceplant sees that he’s limping. His Fires are held in his hand. He is wearing woolen socks filled with pine straw. He’s playing it safe. Good team player, gotta say that. He has a gallon of water. What? The cooler’s full of Lone Star and Brew 102. With some Steam Bear Beer in for good measure. Some boys just gotta play the voice of reason card, but you can’t B Lame him. He’s only the third man, anyway. He does have a way around that belay plate, though.

They are tripping out on IB, their “pet name” for this ogre. The buttress is less wide than the Rombo, as they‘ve begun calling that North-Facing feature. No, wait, it‘s South-facing and on the North Side. Got it, says Faceplant to himself. Now just STFU and don’t let them know you forgot your rappel figure-8. The Rhombus seems now like an old friend who just likes his privacy, so he tries to shoot over your head to tell you he’s not up for visitors. And this buttress is without question far less square. The Rombohedron. The Rhom-meister. Tony Rhomo. Homoromo. Semirhombis. And mossy, and lichecy, and colder. Other than that, it’s on good quality rock, only decomp granite’s on the odd-numbered pitches and we’ll flip for the belays. Wish I hadn’t decided to agree to that, thinks Faceplant. “You want to belay the whole way, Face, it’s OK by me. I won’t mind. What do y…”

“Oh, hell, yeah! Leave it to me. I’m your number-one Number Two, old pard! Sho’ nuf.”

“Cool jeans, Jelly Beans. What we have here, we’ve the failure to authenticate, communicating our commitment to show our commitment. My case rests on the summit. We got here but three pitches, six at the most. Or maybe more, but if we get that high then we will have gone all the way to the approach to the gullies that lead only another thousand eight-hundred feet to the South Rim. Should be a piece of cake for West Texans who go for the dough on Broncho Billy Goat’s Bluff.”

All of twenty-five feet high and overhung the last three feet all the way across the caprock. Must be at least two more TR’s, not to mention the high traverse on the Blue Line. The Yellow Line’s only five feet off the deck. But there’s a rattlesnake den down the draw and it makes the approach iffy and too dangerous in climbing boots. Small hands only. Big hands, get the f*#k out of there, give it a wide birth. It’s not for you. You will only be tempted to face climb (p-tui, knock on wood).

After they climbed the Great White Thrown, the Bull’s Balls, and Boy Howdy’s Pilgrimage at Facerock, Faceplant’s find in Waste Land down to the Maybellines (south of Red River’s close enough for the un-initiated--it’s kinda under development still), they figure they got these virgin Yosemite cracks and chimneys already in the bag. How hard can they be? Bull’s Balls is so hard they had to almost fall leading it the first time and B Lay actually got sewing machine legs on the 5.8! Alice!

Faceplant’s got so much going for him, man. It’s his mom’s Le Baron convertible. It’s his rack. Or mostly. All the hexes and stoppers are his, the two Friends still work, and the webbing’s rated for twenty -five. That’s what they said. Twenty-five hasn’t even been done yet. Except the Austin climbers. I think they go to that high in their system Maybe he meant 5.25 and I got no clue? It’s enough to get a FA, even if it’s only 5.8. Or I’d settle for 5.7 d. That would be a first of a FA--first 5.7d inYosemite. We already got ’em at Facerock, but we’ll have to climb a 5.7b and a 5.7 c here in the Valley first--heck, gee, how hard could that be?

Well, here we are, the base of our future climbing futures, right here. Time to put up a FA or shut up. Never up, never in. If it looks hard, look harder. When the crack narrows, focus.

What would Pratt say? What would Royal write? Where would Roper take a piss?






mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 6, 2012 - 04:54am PT
http://www.sandfiredragonranch.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=25
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 6, 2012 - 12:57pm PT
That was a link to show a photo of a snake like the one that spent the night with me last night. She was adorable, named Bo Ball.

Made me shudder when George brought her by, but then she got attached and I kept her on my neck while we shot the moons down one by one in honor of my father.

And then we did the two bottles of red. And weed.

I'm on cruise control, Bo and George are gone, and the day is new.

What's new in your part of Middle Earth, Throwpie?

Post up a couple shots of the Third Gen Pie, I know you have dozens, Grandpa.

This thread could use some young Flames juju, know what I mean? Cuz the old Flames juju has been beat to hell this week.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 6, 2012 - 06:15pm PT
For your dad, Mr Mouse, who has gone over to the other side

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYDrkG2EGwg
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 7, 2012 - 08:15pm PT
And with the passing of the Da, the mouse scurried from view.

I may have to return.

I am going now.

I'll see how things go.

Go.

Went.

Gone.

Like a simile.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 7, 2012 - 08:16pm PT
Best of luck my friend.
Kalimon

Trad climber
Ridgway, CO
Nov 7, 2012 - 10:06pm PT
Peace Mouse!

Looks like Allen Pattie (B.A.T. shirt) in your 1990 Moab photo. Did you know Dave Bell?
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 8, 2012 - 11:01am PT
OK mouse...heres a recent shot. I couldn't find one without my sunglasses on, but imagine old, tired eyes underneath.
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 8, 2012 - 11:02am PT
...and of course, Peggy Lou
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 8, 2012 - 11:15am PT
And we still have the old GMC
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 8, 2012 - 03:17pm PT
Got pride in the old ride.

Neat.
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 8, 2012 - 03:21pm PT
Lots of famous butts have sat on it's tailgate. Including yours, mouseau.
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 8, 2012 - 03:45pm PT
Serious Mouse and your cousin(?)
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 8, 2012 - 03:48pm PT
Nice kneepads
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 8, 2012 - 03:48pm PT
saddle up pardner
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Nov 8, 2012 - 07:13pm PT
hey there say, ... more nice shares... the truck, throwpie and peggy lou (did i get the name right)... will check...

say ron:
as to your quote:

I USed to play "the lizard" on another forum.. I sought the cover of the rocks in which i would scan the meadowhood. The meadowhood is where the critters gathered and i the LIZARD kept guard duty over the hood- watchin for skally-wags and giving warning to the members of the hood. The lizard now watches for the Mouse


fun way with words, as to your lizard share, :)

glad you are out in the open here on the ol' taco, so we can share with you...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 8, 2012 - 07:39pm PT
The Nutcracker on the day the turd below shouted imprecations at the trio of turds above and they shouted maledictions and threatened him with fingers and butts bared in their turn and then things got ugly.

That is Dolores' brother Marc Irwin. He had the enviable job of running the Palo Alto Factory Outlet for the Face. He was a solid 5.8 leader and champion clay courts tennis player at one time. Back in Sandy-cane Land and brokering stocks, married, an old slave like y'all.

That is my right knee, so it's padded for the simple reason I had the ACL surgery in February. This must be 1979. I look dorky serious. But you wore that god-awful black helmet!

Nice photos. Dude.
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 8, 2012 - 08:34pm PT
I only wore the helmet for a bit. It was so I would look like someone in Mountain Magazine. The brits looked so cool.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 8, 2012 - 09:12pm PT
Yeah, they were someone to look at if not up to. I like to think we could have beat them at softball...
What's on down to the bridge, guv? 'ow's Tom?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 12, 2012 - 04:14am PT
I've just put on the counter a plateful of really awful food involving fried cheese. I'm disgusted. I'm usually better than that. It must be the Niners getting tied by the Rams today. It reminds me that I'm sick to death of watching old vids of awful jokes delivered by John Cleese.

It's time to tell of cuisine at Apathy House and in the Black Cave and other sites in Camp 4 in the years the Flames were smoldering therein.

Apathy was in the second block up on 16th St. in Pacific Grove. We were up the street from Nick the Chemist and across the street from some sourpuss long-haired doofus that fancied himself a hip New Age artist but cheapened himself in our eyes by exhibiting his crapola de crayola in the gallery of MPC, the community college. Where he took art classes. POSE!

We were so crassly superior that we exhibited our own "art" out on the front porch (which was glassed-in on three sides, facing the sunrise and Patrick's "studio" across 16th)in the form of a frame from a piano, strung and everything, hung from a beam, playable if we had mallets of any form. (Lost Arrows, Chouinard biners, Leeper, all had their own distinctive sound. It was our "indoors aeolian harp.")

This was when I made the fateful decision to inflict a wound on the wall of my own bedloom, in the form of a piton driven into the corner of two walls, and from which I hung my Granada, the $75 wonder-girl from SF. She had a hole and a neck and she was easy to play. What could be better? A guitar and sound-art?

Two girl friends, one to cook, one to play the harp unstrung.

I didn't know it then, but I was a pale imitation of Joe Fitschen, because I was too old for acne (never suffered it, in fact), and couldn't play any instrument except the universal skin flute. I was quietly good at that, as Manny Men will attest as to his own proficiency at the age of twenty-one, much less sixteen. Manny used to go with Rosey Palmas. He should know.

But this is about food. How crude.
Food and, ahem, are just too rude.

But the fact remains, the seeds have been sown of how we ate in the days of Jesus Freaks and no Carmel Hogs. We visited a shop in Carmel to buy organic, to stock up on bulgar (sounds good, but WTF is it?), and Jeff wanted to hit on the woman waiting on us, who didn't know what bulgar was either, it turned out, so we left after buying it anyway. The groats, same story. My five pounds of granola were to make sure we ate SOMETHING I could eat wihtout experimenting with.

The groats (buckwheat--whothef*#k knew?) proved digestible if cooked long enough and adulterated with brown sugar or molasses. The millet was not satisfying. But the home-made granola that Larry concocted from ingredients from the grocery store was the cat's ass! Much better than the boat anchors-in-the-skylight that we hung from fishing line. Better by far than the mobile of leaden sourdough pancakes that hung alongside. Apathy gourmet Gallery. The Pig's Lair. And we had no roaches, imagine!

Other than the monumental pile of garbage in the kitchen, Apathy's pride and the most hazardous pitch of the "Kitchen-Pathy Traverse" route on the four walls beneath that great old skylight, the kitchen was ordlnarily orderly, things were actually labelled--apothecary jars that clearly did actually, really contain something, but which were nonetheless stickered with contents identified, large bins with clearly-printed labels doing containment duty on oats and rice and barley and flour, and sourdough cultures, yoghurt cultures, under wraps but out on the stove for all to see, all had their places, largely the influence of the Rev. His dad had one of the most organized shops at home I've ever seen, surpassing my father's father's mania for "everything in its place."

And we were graced by the presence of not one, but two cooks of seelf-reput, Larry and Jeff.

"Division of labor decrees Mouse [and later Howard, who never cooked anyway] are dishwashers most of the time, especially if we cook."--joint communique by the Rev-and-Larry cooking combine

So I came up with vegetarian spaghetti sauce, which rocks, especially with Parmesan cheese. I got no love for it. "Veggies are too soggy, whats matta you?"

But the duumvirate of dining had sourdough down; they combinded on a turkey dinner with trimimmings all plain or fancy and planned with no parents invited over from Merced to object to oysters in the stuffing (PUKE!); and, honestly, I could not complain about cursory dishwashing (the Bermingham Swirl originated with my discovering how to wash silverware without getting your hands wet) or regret the fact that I didn't know chive from cheddar, so I got by, with a little help from my friends.

And the home-made granola? Jeff bagged it up and took it off for rats for that spring season in the Valley, leaving us with the commercial grade granola, but we still had the recipe and more Food Stamps.

"It was only Food Stamps, WTF. Let's go to the coffee shop."



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 13, 2012 - 07:55am PT
We are actual fair weather climbers! No sh#t, never have we toned it down because of weather gods. Straight ahead climbing, sun shining, clouds parting fair weather farers.

Lucky as hell, too!
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 17, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
Climbing Grant=Unemployment and Food Stamps
splitter

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Nov 17, 2012 - 09:46pm PT
Manny use to go with Rosey Palmas.
She gets around, eh? lol

"ROSIE PALM'ER DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE!!!"

^ Sign I stuck on a buddy of mine's front door to great him when he and his new bride first returned home just after getting married.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 17, 2012 - 09:58pm PT
Lotta Hand, Rosie, Louise Krusteaz, all the gals!

And the Flames Mammas, to a woman, were great to gaze on. Some were great cooks, even.

Happiness is a warm woo-hoo!

Marlas 1 & 2.
Liz's 1 & 2.
Dolores, plural already!
Peggy.
Gypsy.
Tire Biter.
Limber Linda.
Sha'a'la.
Sheila Slattery.
Belle Coates.
And Millis' short-time bride (sorry, Love, forgot your name. Mrs. Miller?)

What Flame ever deserved the woman who lit up his life by being with him? Randy and Throwpie, obviously. The rest were all eventually doused by their spouse!

Shout out to all STopian companions, partners, bottle-washers and seconds!!!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 17, 2012 - 10:19pm PT
The plant produced 27 tons of ice a day when it closed its doors.--Dottie Smith on the Redding, CA, ice plant

http://www.redding.com/news/2012/nov/15/travelin-in-time-ice-house-had-long-and-run/

Tad, and anyone else from the Shasta area, this was at Oregon and Sacramento, next to the tracks. Just across the street was Gramma and Grampa Bermngham's place.

We used to play in the ice chip mounc they dumped out off the fromt dock which formed a large cone about as high as the dock. We caught hell from the parents, etc., over this, and I could never figure out why. That was pure Cascade potable water, so WTF?

I checked this out on Google Earth. The front sixth of the building was burned through to the roof (obviously and old image). they've cut down most of the large sycamores on the corner. They were giants when I was a boy.

I began life living in the upstairs apartment my dad rented from his dad, directly opposite the Union Ice House, as we then knew it.

Quickie quiz: How many gallons of water are required to make one ton of ice?
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 17, 2012 - 11:24pm PT
Is that before or after it melts?

One gigatonne of water has a volume of one billion cubic meters, or one cubic kilomter.(1 Gt water ≡ 1 km³)Of course, one gigatonne of ice has a greater volume than one gigatonne of water. But it will still have a volume of 1 km³ when it melts.

 Titanically yours, z_d'leShaunBrown

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 17, 2012 - 11:38pm PT
zBrown, do you have an accountant?

The last I heard, from various sources in Camp 4 and other places, like L'encyclopedie zBrun, give water the same weight as ice per gallon: 8.34 pounds/gallon.

Of course, ice climbers are curiously brain-damaged, so...You're thinking frozen waterfalls, I'm thinking in terms of ice nine.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 18, 2012 - 01:14am PT
Despite the big-time use of hippie lettuce my vocal chords never lost that audible "squeak."

It's like voice acne when I sing...

[Click to View YouTube Video]I wrote this when I found the False Ascent of Agassiz Column had been down-graded to a First Descent.

Then I adopted the pink ball cap. Things go better with pink.

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 18, 2012 - 05:04am PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdp42fYKFZ8
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 18, 2012 - 06:03am PT
Oui.

Jem Suis, live wire.

Kweskin can't finish.

Say it again.

Oprah say...

o, o , o, o, o . o . o.

Say swallow.

Honi saw.

Kay, yeah, ya, ya, ayah.

Ba-bp-ba-bp, clack, clack, clack, clack

Un de ma favorites! Merci beaucoup.


LilaBiene

Trad climber
Nov 18, 2012 - 10:49am PT
Mouse,

my heart to you in your loss...es. Camila wants to know if you're feeling better? She's worried about your heart boo-boos. She loves her presents from Mousie and covets the wonderful box.

We are late to the gym -- I had so much fun reading your thread -- keep on keepin' on -- gotta go do my medicinal swim or the wheels are going to fall off of the bus. ")

You hang in there, ya hear? Thinking of you.

Odd
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 18, 2012 - 11:05am PT
let me give you a little tip, mah frien - there's thirty-five cents underneath that napkin on the table.


"Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are 'It might have been.'"

rigorously quoted to short-circuit allegations of piracy




Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 18, 2012 - 11:06am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 18, 2012 - 11:32am PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 18, 2012 - 11:50am PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]I'll be driving this bus quite a bit furthur, maybe, providing, good lady willing.

I believe this song may have been originally inspired by 10,000 maniacs, or I just might be crazy.

See ya on Paiute, Illillouette, or Poets' Corner in our National Cathedral, Jack and Gary! Who the F knows where Cassidy will be then?

TP and craziness forever!
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 18, 2012 - 12:23pm PT
flammingly groovey

"Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before," Bokonon tells us. "He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way."


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 18, 2012 - 12:53pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2xxGKnZvvk

Today Is a Gray Peak Day In Peachtree Merced.

It is cloudy and gray here today in Merced.

It could be cloudy and grey if I were somewhere in England (because of the vowel change, don't you know).

It is a gray peaked day over in the Clark Range, too.

It reminds me of a Randall Hamm photograph I saw once, with a barely discernible human subject standing atop Mt. Lyell like Ernest Hemingway at his typewriter--just standing there looking gravely and discerningly at the lens of another's creativity.

I guess that it's just my imagination. It gets fired up by lovely women. Especially when they are on the best possible, the highest, the Betty of Yowlsemite peaks. Or behind a library circulation department desk.

It is a good day to read a book.

It is a better day to watch football.

It is even a still Betty day whenever I go to visit our local County Library, which I can see from my window--along with Mt. Clark, all grey and granity on the horizon, backed up by his posse, Gray Peak, Red Peak and Merced Peak,running south.

Ho! for Southern yowlsemite and eastern Madera County, the friendly neighbor to the south, which has a fine Central Library of its own, I've heard. I get to Madera only about never any more. I only care about their lovely mountains. And the history of the place is part of Yowlsemite's history, so there it is.

And I shall tell you why it's a Betty day whenever I go to visit the library, but first please give me a couple of seconds to find a bookmark (I said in an aside).

[Thanks. I'm reading Going Up, standing up at a bureau-dresser-clothes- storage unit, like young Papa Hemingway did, according to many, whenever he wrote; and it's going slow because it's really climbing porn and I want it to last. I usually use a bookmark made of pink thread, but it ran away with the jazz thread, so I am using an old piece of TP, autographed by JK--the beat poet? He goes well with Fitschen. They were contemoraries, nearly. I'm not positive of that, but it fits my mental time frame. See how time telescopes when you talk of others' lives and loves? I like that about life. I could talk about myself for hours, just like Joe, only my life wouldn't be nearly as interesting nor as lust-ridden as Joe's, to be sure, but it just might help me to live longer. But I digress--at signifiant risk to my longevity, and then there's the Forty-Niner game, too.]

There is a library here where the books sleep under their covers on shelves in rows like a climbing hostel in the Gunks.

The librarian calls the shots on who is allowed to check them out.

What do you want--she's a County Employee, hardcore about rules, but with a gushy heart. She controls some of my beta, some of my entertainment, but is concerned that I don't have to work very hard to acquire my knowledge or to entertain myself with the words that she has graciously provided.

Each time any client leaves with a stack of books or has paid a fine for forgetfulness, laziness, or just plain rude behavior with "her" books, Betty faithfully utters these words, "Have a peachy day."

She's a black woman, wearing a different daishiki each day, one that corresponds to the fruity avoir of that day, because I got her started by telling her one day, "Your routine is too routine, liven it up."

As the astute lady in green one day; the wise woman in kiwi brown another day; or miss melange of lilac and pink and fruit-ka-bab blue with a head scarf of black and white booka-dots, she took to using a different kind of fruit with each person she served.

"Have a raspberry day, honey."

"Go on and have a honeysuckle day, y'all."

She was from Baton Rouge originally, so it's just not any wonder she is so colorful.

I still owe her two and a half dollars for a late return on Confederate General from Bigster, NV.

It's not exactly money well-spent, as you might not think, because he's such a good writer, that Ron Anderson; and the stuffed teddies he encountered in the woods that day--what a special treat!

I had simply misplaced the book and finally found it ten days later in my stack of porn.

The wages of sin.

I would sin with that sweet-talking librarian.

She swings.

I wonder how she looks in a grey teddy--I'm taking Betty to London.

We'll visit Poets' Corner, Cenotaph Corner, and play like we are Roger Miller on holiday.

"England swings like a penjulum do, climbers on two ropes, tw0 by tw0..."


At almost the very second I finished editing this ramble, the phone call came. A friend had called to tell me that a film about an expedition to the Shark's Fin in 2008, involving Conrad Anker, "the most famous American alpinist in America," was on TV and that I might like to see it. Well, I might.

I never met Mugs Stump. He was a hero of Mr. Millis. Good job, Conrad and The North Face!

(We saw Conrad present his show at the Facelift in the East Auditorium and he talked of this climb to honor Mugs, and two other friends in similar ways.)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 18, 2012 - 07:54pm PT
From the Sherry Anderson Apper...apper...appreciation thread--

"So the zap to this is why the f*#k are climbers so funny, goofy, hilarious, silly and yet only one magazine ( Alpinist ) will publish humour?"--Tami

They may think that they have mediocre talent, are not up to chancing ridicule, something like that. It seems to go against the grain of the independent spirit of climbing as well as the spirit of brotherhood. Somebody's going to laugh, you're not that different from the rest of us. To me, at least, that's ironic and a zap in the comic sense, Tami.

I didn't try to hold back when I started posting. I have lost any inhibitions I had. I even take your challenge.

As to the other half of your question, "comics" and "cartoons" are two different things, as you are well aware. Or are you? A magazine may have space for a single frame. They can sell the rest of the page. The comic takes the whole page, quite often. So it boils down to money, but then the editors are responsible for keeping us occupied, and unless the readers complain, what are the chances things will change? Laissez-faire.

Randall Hamm was the exceptional artist of the Flames. He wasn't like SA, he didn't do much work related to the climbing lifestyle that I saw or remember. It was stylized ducks, mostly that I remember, though there's that damned Indian in the vest and Stetson.

Toker Villain mentioned in the same SA thread--

"Then Sheridan was gone. Then Randall."

Which Randall were you speaking of? Did you know Hamm?

And one final thing appropos Sheridan is that I did not know Millis either, Steve.
I'm sure thre will be more about what we don't know about this actor, this jokester, this artistic SOB that kept me in the game after Mathis lured me into it. Time will tell William Tell and time will never tell, normally. but this is Millis. He's up there or out there with Batso and so forth and St. Galen and the Dolt and the others. It's good to think of the dead, Gypsy and Mikel.



neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Nov 18, 2012 - 08:07pm PT
hey there say, wow... once again... thanks for sharing all the old history photos on this thread... :)
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 18, 2012 - 08:21pm PT
ditto

 Hezekiah Jones
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 18, 2012 - 08:39pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 18, 2012 - 08:46pm PT
These two Modesto biker gents were both well-acquainted with my late wife Liz, neebee. They are Oakland's finest, at the clubhouse, late eighties (don't remember when Sonny had the surgery).

The story here is that Dick was the owner of a bar in Crow's Landing near Motown. He used to provide a bit of a way station for his old bud in the trafficking trade.

Dick was also a member of the local Merced Modified Motorcycle Association, and Liz was the manager of that club. When he married, Shari and Liz spent a lot of time together arranging things. They were serious friends. Then we heard Dick had shot her in the head. Though claiming it accidental, the jury sent him away and he's gone. He introduced Liz to Sonny once and she ran into him only once after that.

The reason I'm putting this in is that I'm thinkng of starting up a new thread, Bikes and rocks...compatible? We know surfing and climbing are kindred avocations. We have teddy bears and climbing, totally compatible. So, I'm just musing and mousing. Don't worry. It's like, uh, snowmobiles and cross-country? Logging and biologizing? Not cool.

No, seriously, Dick, the one time I got to have a conversation with him, when I told him that Liz was no longer a biker chick but a Flames mamma,
he asked about the Flames and wanted to join because he didn't have a car, just the bike. I had to tell him he needed to start his own chapter in Crows Landing, that we would charter it. Truth was, we wouldn't want anything to do with Modesto dwellers, especially the ones who sold drugs and shot people. Not those kinds of bad boys here...

I share Ben Robinson's attitude about the MoCity. He's live there his whole life. Keep the doors locked and the cars in the garage.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 18, 2012 - 08:54pm PT
the shadow knows, I just bumped up the old motorcyle thread today

http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/88884/Any-Motorcycle-Enthusiasts-Out-There


-Vincent B. Shadow
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 18, 2012 - 09:12pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxKTzwaEa2o

Richard Thompson would have been one of De Flames
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 18, 2012 - 09:16pm PT
Mouse do you remember the climber named Mitch from Winston/Salem North Carolina? He had a german shepherd named Buck (from The Call of the Wild). He was so very much the character of Dean Moriarty. I asked him once if he had ever read the book. He said; "I tried to once; but I threw it down sayin; he's too damned like me." One spring it was snowing in Yosemite and so Randy, Mitch, myself, a couple of other dudes whose names escape my senile brain went down to Tahquitz and Suicide rocks. Randy had the flu so bad and it was snowing even harder there.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 10:23am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 10:31am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 10:42am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 11:06am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 11:09am PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 19, 2012 - 01:02pm PT
"Somebody tell me I'm dreamin'."--Eric Burdon

Pat Stuart. We need a Pat Stuart. Paging Dr. Pat Stuart.

What are his sisses doing these days? Grandkids count?

And "The Sheila!" Patrick Oliver, take a look!

SS was at the Lodge Desk, as her sophisticated looks might indicate.

Though highly intelligent, some women have been known to fall for the most unlikely men. (Hope for me, hope for you.)

Not talking about PO, who snagged her after she "broke it off" with Millis, the poor inlikely dork I have in mind.

Gypsy, that's definitely a fly-fishing stance Randy is in on lakeside. Where's the pipe, though?
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 01:36pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 01:38pm PT
I have pretty much lost touch with the Stuart family. I know that Bonnie and probably Mary Lou still live in Santa Cruz. I do not know where Laurie is. PJ is a doctor and he married Mary Ellen Donohoe. Mary Ellen's sister Moira is an artist and has her own website. http://moiradonohoe.com/
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 01:42pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 01:47pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 01:48pm PT
Sheila Slattery in her room in Degnan's dorms. I don't remember her working at the Lodge. I remember her working at Degnan's. She was one of the 4 women who lived in the apartment during the winter (Molly Felso, Sheila Slattery, Marylou Stuart and Terry Altman). That is where I met Randy. Sheila later met and married Vic Buffalo and they moved to Seattle where he worked as a CPA for Price-Waterhouse. She wrote romance novels under the name RoseAnne Williams.

She had great train-hoppin' stories from Yosemite to Boulder, Colorado with Pat Ament.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 01:53pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 19, 2012 - 02:06pm PT
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 19, 2012 - 03:58pm PT
Me, about to risk it all. Mathis, cleaning his fingernails. Somewhere, in the distant past.
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 19, 2012 - 04:08pm PT
Lucky fellow, that Throwpie
Fritz

Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
Nov 19, 2012 - 08:16pm PT
Great "time-machine" photos.

Thanks for posting up those early 70's shots.

I never made it to Yosemite for climbing until 1975, but I do appreciate the place.

The enjoyment of the 1975 trip was impared by the terror I experienced in climbing West Face of Leaning Tower.

First overhanging aid for me.
First Jumaring for me.
First cleaning and jumaring in the dark for me.
First lightless downclimbing in the dark for me. (we were really, really thirsty by the time we summited and Bridal Veil Creek lured us down into the dark)

It took me 40 years to realize how fun that all was!


neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Nov 19, 2012 - 08:46pm PT
hey there say, mouse... thank you for more history...

old photos, tell so much...

i am just now seeing old pics from another friend of mine,
from our neighborhood...

about his dad... very nice...



*very dad, about your wife-liz's friend, :(

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 19, 2012 - 10:25pm PT
Fritz, the Tower is like that.

I think of it as a pugatorial experience because Millis and I did manage it on our first try, March of 1971. We lived but suffered from thirst due to n00b mistakes. Uh-oh. Make that the second attempt for me. I had a non-atttempt fail in its tracks before reaching the tree on the initial traverse.

From earlier in this thread:
So one night I am heavy into this little blonde server [she was Debbie Bird, pictured above, neither little nor a server, but quite well-endowed and working at Degnans's---my memory's bad, not mine; and Larry could be a shit] and am jamming on the dance floor so much with her and we seem to be going places when Larry came and snatched her away: He and his red-headed charm, his cowboy demeanor...aw, schist! So, drunk as I suddenly was, I staggered out into the night, found my hardware stash in camp, set out a rack for the Tower, and by the time I'd coffeed up with Ron Cagle, had convinced him to help in schlepping my haul sack, just a LaFuma guide pack with comestibles and Fern Spring water, while I carried the ropes and racks.

Bob Ashworth, my compadre from the Y Village Mtn. Shop and boulder-juggler supreme, has tales to compare. Getting down after deciding to bail, definite hell, it seems to me. Good reason to stay on the wall, a real man's decision, too. And then there are Sibylle and Bev, Jaysus! Soloing in tandem, my gosh!
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/215272/First-All-Woman-Ascent-of-El-Cap-Summit-Mag-April-1974

Sometimes maybe it's a good idea to bite off a bit more than we think we can consume. It teaches...something, not sure what.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 20, 2012 - 02:16am PT
He taught me to surf. Well, he taught me where to go to surf. He had a shortie, I had a nine footer. He couldn't teach me much about quick turns, and I wouldn't get off that iceberg of a board. Rincon and the Jetties at Oxnard, my favorites.

In exhange, I got him started climbing, then we got Marc Irwin in on our act as well, aged 15. Ike and I just spoke this evening, as he's a deacon in the Catholic church, and I felt I needed some friendly words. After a bit, the conversation turned to Marc, who is related to his wife and my ex, so you know, kind of our little kid brother, so to speak. He visited from the East Coast recently and they drove up to Sespe gorge out of Ventura and got on the slabs.

"I can't see my toes, Ike."--Marc

We're all going over the hill, eventually, so let's make the most of it while the sun's still up!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 20, 2012 - 02:22am PT
Thanks, thanks, thanks, Gypsy. Wonderful posts.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 20, 2012 - 07:39am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 20, 2012 - 07:55am PT
Degnan's was owned by the Donohoe family. Randy worked there as a night janitor one year. That was the year that Rosemary made the bread and the pastries. At the end of Randy's shift he would always find a bear claw and a cup of coffee for him made by the beautiful Rosemary. Unfortunately, I have no photographs of her; but I remember she and I making granola in the Donohoe kitchen one winter day. I was sleeping on the living room floor at the Donohoe house on occasion and other times either in my favorite spot down by the Merced River or up in my cave (this was before I met Randy).
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 20, 2012 - 09:10am PT
And myself--well, one of my favorite things to do these days is to travel to Corsica and photograph the two brothers in my favorite music group of all time--I Muvrini. They used the photos I took of them for their new CD, Imaginà. Anyway, with my permission, a woman contacted me about making a video of one of their songs with my portraits of the leader of the band, Jean-François Bernardini. Here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sih__i97Sgg&feature=fvwrel

Sorry I don't know how to embed the video directly into the thread
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 20, 2012 - 05:18pm PT
Way the hey are you on about, Gypsy? You did just what you needed to do. No sweat, Sweetheart of the Radio.

You have another ardent admirer, el Jefe, the Rev. He was just here for about 90 minutes looking at OUR MASTERPIECE (his words). He had to listen to Musical Migrations, too. Poor sod. He's going home to Greeley Hill and Denise with his head stuck in a place somewhere between Mt. Lyell and your right and left breasts. Sorry, he's the Rev, and he never lies.

I do, but not he. Hee-hee! You are just the best for old bones to perk up. Jeff's stress level's high right now, with Lem in the home, and Betty just was diagnosed with a distal hernia. Yikes! His sister Julie, who baked at Degnan's too before she worked at a real job at the locge, is coming down tonight to take over for him at the family home. He's been there the whole month and has been up to see Denise only twice. Highly stressed, he is. He needed Jeffreshment and you helped BIGTIME, kid. So a big thank you, RadioLady.

He mentioned that the photo you and he are in together is at the Visitor's Center at TM, not the Tuolumne Lodge, whatever. He was really delighted to see some of Old Mattress-Face, Dick Ellsworth, too. And Matt. And Pat. And Sheila. And Debbie Bird. He had similar results with Little Debbie to mine. Just sayin'.

He wished you a Happy Thanksfuture and a Merry Crustchove. He said thank you for the memories. I gave him a Entrance Exam on the use of the PC and he had his moments. He's on the road to the 21st Century, could become one of the leaders of the same if he dressed more like Mitt. Hey, again, I'm just sayin'.

VOTE FOR REVEREND MATHIS AND SAVE YOUR SOUL. Send cash, check, or M.O. now.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 20, 2012 - 05:39pm PT
OK, Gypsy and friends,

it's time for a change-up, a new thing to clear the cobs and thank our Gypsy Girl. When she visits Iberia, or the coastal areas of France or goes to La Corse, does she see rock climbers in action? Probably, but they are not so impressive in Lycra and helmets as was Hamm in his ultra-alpinist's red hat and baggy sweater.

So we gotts do something for her to thank her for the wonderful photos.

Here's one way. Our friend from Oslo, Marlow, has started a thread today on some miserable Frog creeks in the Marshay area, vaguely to the south of France. My idea is to go to Portugal and Spain for some REAL climbing. Hey, it's away from the gear-eating saltwater.
Sabroso!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 20, 2012 - 05:44pm PT
Montserrat.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 20, 2012 - 05:48pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 20, 2012 - 06:18pm PT
I can see Ron Cagle in lycra.

Jerry Anderson, probably at a Halloween party, never on a crag.

Cagle's would have dark doobie holes, be torn and he'd likely team it up with a "matching" flannel plaid shirt...
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 20, 2012 - 07:29pm PT
Funny you should mention Portugal. My grandparents (all four of them immigrated to U.S. from the Azores Islands). I have been trying to talk my sisters into a reverse migration. Let us go back there and live, I say!

But Corsica is a granite island with beautiful mountains that rise from sea level with magical names like Monte Cintu and Paglia D'Orba. I spend a good deal of time walking in the mountains listening to the silence. I know that people climb there but I have not met any of the climbers. I have met the shepherds, the cheesemakers, the singers, the knife makers, the bell makers, the poets.

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 20, 2012 - 07:31pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 20, 2012 - 07:33pm PT
Fritz

Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
Nov 20, 2012 - 09:43pm PT
MFM! Re climbing in Spain! Heidi & I had a short but wonderful trip last spring to Madrid, and visiting friends a short distance north in Manzanares El Real!

Spring fun in Spain, with some climbing too!

http://www.supertopo.com/tr/Spring-fun-in-Spain-with-some-climbing-too/t11400n.html


What's not to like??


SCseagoat

Trad climber
Santa Cruz
Nov 20, 2012 - 09:54pm PT
I LOVE this thread. Just wonderful. Oh boy, that wild turkey, made me homesick. Grew up in Western Pa and Thanksgiving was "going out back and shooting a bird". They are beautiful. Shoulda been the national bird.


Keep it going, enjoying this so much!

Susan
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 20, 2012 - 11:10pm PT
I so thank you, I really do because it means a lot to so many. Magnify that by the generations and they increase exponentially, these little cliques of climbers from every state in the US and province in Canada, especially. I sure don't want to forget Borut and Marlow, either.

I am one of those people who generally get by. I didn't work hard enough to get ahead far, nor am I fat. I take what's given gladly with joy...

This afternoon the Key Club from the high school delivered a turkey and fixings. I got my State ID renewed. I had several deightful converstions with my sister and with Ike and the Rev's mom, Betty. I walked over thirty blocks, slow. My knees and concrete don't mix. But I feel good. Plus Bevin, my daughter is coming tomorrow to spend the day with me, and bringing my EX, Dolores. Are you ready for that, Gypsy, and they'll be here just as you air your Musical Migrations show tomorrow. Wed. 1-4 pm
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations

It was a fine day and tomorrow's going to be the same, ex-wife (and her sister Val) will come to see me, I'll show them how the old places have changed, get a look at the UC, and maybe have time for some chess. Dolores and I used to play chess back before TV was invented.

My climbing light's been relit like old TAD and the fire's still burning in old RON and It's With Great Pleasure that I announce that the Rev and I had a small executive session--who knows where Larry is, Mark's probably in SF, but can't be located, and John Yeates is somewhere between Virginia City and Timbuktu, and Throwpie does anything the Rev suggests with little questioning--so they can't put in, and the time has come today to announce that Ron Anderson wil be invited to take the place of Millis. Randy's place is ably filled by the peripatetic one, the Gypsy.

This tread is going to stay awile. We just now passed two hundred posts, and that's big compared to the rest of the threads I haveinitiated. Askany editor worth a darn and they will take a human interest tale over a political story most any day, unless it's a real big cheese. And sports, well, we are and we aren't a sport, so, this type thread is more appealing to the general public.

At this moment I want to thank Joe Fitschen, whose invluence here, is not marginal, but very real. I have learned a lot about story-telling from that masterful maker of myth. So thanks, Joe, and all, and have a gluttonous Thanksgiving, but one without too many ingredients with Genetically Modified foods, OK? Except for the turkeys. They're pretty much GM-ed more than any food in the world! Hah!

I had to stick that in, neebee. You've scared me off most foods. Riley would be proud!

neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Nov 21, 2012 - 01:40am PT
hey there say, gypsy...

as to your quote:

i really like this:

I spend a good deal of time walking in the mountains listening to the silence. I know that people climb there but I have not met any of the climbers. I have met the shepherds, the cheesemakers, the singers, the knife makers, the bell makers, the poets

the life of the hills, :)



say, mouse...

i enjoyed seeing that part about playing chess/checkers?, instead of tv,
:)


ohmy, gm foods, who would have ever thought, way back in our-and-folks' day...
i always innocently just thought food would just be: plain simple god-made food :O

well, i been babysitting these last nights, while fighting a cold from one of the kids, way earlier on, :O
so i have been missing all the taco reads...
saw a few new neat looking things up...


there's soooo much that i want to go read and visit, but i need to
go sleep so i can finish some paintings, :)

i WILL get back here this weekend, :)
well--saturday, AFTER i babysit again, :))


i bumped the secret santa...
and that was about it, for tonight, :)


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 21, 2012 - 07:09pm PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]This is from Brittany, in France, in Europe.

This is from Basque country as there is no "Basque Country."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yZWbGhcLU8

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 23, 2012 - 10:19am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 23, 2012 - 10:22am PT
Mouse, Annie Ebrel is one of my favorite Breton singers. I hope to travel to Brittany soon--perhaps next year. I have a friend who has a house there and another friend who has a friend who has an oyster farm. It is said to have the most wonderful light and of course, for me that is what photography is all about--the light.

I try to avoid genetically modified foods whenever possible but sometimes they are not always labeled as such. And of course as kids, we certainly ate our share of Hostess sno-balls, Wonder bread and balogna sandwiches and the like
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 23, 2012 - 11:37am PT
Gypsy, here's a homage to the peripatetic DJ.

There are some songs on WHAT SONG are you listening to right now, you might see, and hear, which are There because You let Me know about Them. That's such a special thing about El Taco.

I visited El Taco in my sleep last night.

It was like a dream. Like that photo. Doubly exposed. A "trick shot."

The dream rows out of the sea onto a dessicated land, a sardine-less land. It resembles Carmel, but smells like Watsonville.

Two Latinos get out and start playing and singing of lost Laysen and the glory of gazpacho.

They attract the attention of a man and his dog there on the beach. It's John Steinbeck and his poodle, Charley, out stalking Kim Novak, whose home is further down this beach towards Malpaso Creek. Or is that Soquel Creek?No matter, for the dog lifts his leg on the tenor and they depart in rather a hurry.

Then the tide moves in and the air is filled with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57Gby56kwm8 It's the Platters on la playa.

We're all playahs here in El Taco. You kind of have to respect that. Not everyone is Righteous, Brothers.

Then the sea birds come and circle around the beach. Alfred Hitchcock, accompanied by a guy named Prufrock, jog by, dressed like Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. They are here strictly for the birds, they say, but the truth is that Alice from the Restaurant sent them all the way here just to collect some shellfish, because you are supposed to get anything you want at Alice's. Just ask Arlo.
[Click to View YouTube Video]

The Jolly Green Giant, wearing a gi-normous Nazi helmet and an apron with a Hang-Ten logo on it comes striding over the dunes.

HO-HO-HO! Happy Thanksgiving, my little Hodads and Surf Bunnies! The spinach crop tired me out, but then I revived by thinking, "What would Popeye do?" It kind of amazed even ME. And I'm big on amazement.

He leaves us some spinach leaves, large enough to make ourselves a cabana where we can get out of the sun, eat some tapes, and drink some Coronas. We watch the sun set slowly in the east. It does that here. The music is a soft, mellow set.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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The dawn comes, I arise, coffee up, and drive off into the sunset.

I fall asleep, you arise and go back to the moon. The tide rushes out.

I awake and find two things: I am rested, I am alone.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 23, 2012 - 02:47pm PT
When my mom was alive, my son and I would leave Santa Cruz at about 5 a.m. to drive across Pacheco Pass to the farm outside of Fresno. We would all gather there for the holiday. Usually early Christmas morning I would drive home also leaving about 5 a.m. I well remember one early Christmas morning driving through someplace like Mendota or Firebaugh and watching and entire mariachi band--instruments and costumes and those large sombreros load into a Chevy station wagon all sleepy and slightly drunk from an all night party. And to quote Randy "that warmed the cockles of my heart."


OOh Annie Ebrel and Eric Marchand--two of the greatest Breton singers. Here is another one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlKSIduOsUA


Course, these old guys are what it is really all about--mouth music for dancers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0CQTFZlDkU&feature=related


and in traditional Breton dance, they move to the left because that is the way the earth turns.

and of course Alan Stivell is also a classic


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRpNVMjnDmY

There used to be an interview I did with Mariza on line at one time; but I do not think it is there anymore. She is an outstanding performer. She was tired and it wasn't a great interview anyway. Some of my best interviews were done with Odetta, Claudia Gomez, Aqnazar (the first Tadjik artist to perform in the U.S. AND I was the only one who did an interview with him) and Tenores de Oniferi. Also I did one of JF Bernardini many years ago and I hope to record a new one next time I see him.

One of my very favorite tunes that Mariza sings is Chuva (Rain) by Jorge Fernando.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzrUs08-SWs

And JF Bernardini and his brother Alain and their band I Muvrini (and one of the major reasons why I travel to Corsica)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELBBcDY0li4
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 23, 2012 - 04:30pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 23, 2012 - 04:39pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 23, 2012 - 05:00pm PT
And for you Mouse--a Wonderful mélange of Portuguese saudade (Dulce Pontes) with a Cape Verdean tune with the accompaniment of a Basque trikitixa player (Kepa Junkera)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n13B1pZL6UQ&feature=related
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 23, 2012 - 07:42pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 23, 2012 - 07:48pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 23, 2012 - 09:59pm PT
Never, never. Land o' Goshen, child! Junction, that is.

I recall fly fishing in Soquel for the daintiest wannabe steelies. We had to move...real...slow...dappling...the midgetest flies we had...and I got a Leviathan of six inches! Just the one, immediate release from the barbless fly.

The only other spot I've gone where it's like that is on the Clark Fork of Illillouette Creek. Karen Daly, we gotta go check that out next Facelift. I'll even buy a license...it's only fair--you bought the out-of-state license, then got an extra day added on for HOW MUCH?!?!

I recall that Tim, my brother the fishing guide, was guilty of some angling infraction years ago. He was driving through Sonora or Twain Harte, got stopped, taken in for the warrant the officer found on him, and had to call Mom to come to bail him out. This was her Mothers' Day adventure that year!

Oh, but all fly fishermen smoke weed. Or drink like a fish. Or lie like there's no telling. When Randy talked fishing, it was no brag, just plain and simple fascination, like with climbing and his doodling.

I hope you had as much fun on Thanksgiving as I did, Gypsy. I saw the haps on Facebook. As for my day, I got hold of the Simon brothers who once lived down the hall in Middle Earth and we played Scrabble, watched Cowboys and Indians, drank a good Cab, had the stuffing, turkey, and Waldorf salad and a pie and some schwag. I was so glad to be able to share all that food the Key Club left, and my neighbors even gave us another half of an apple pie!

Thanks, God of food, mirth, music, and companionship.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 23, 2012 - 10:34pm PT
Liz.
She met Merry and Werner that afternoon, along with my rock brothers surrounding El Cap Meadow. And we visited the Yosemite graveyard, just because we were a little serious that day, our first as man and wife, until death.

Food, mirth, music, and companionship.

Shade in the summer, warmth in the winter, and her tattoos promise moving pictures all year long.

"Why do climbing women all look like boys?"--Elizabeth Ann Freeman Ruffalo Bermingham on her honeymoon

"Hey, here's another photograph in this book of Mt. Lyell, babe!"--Mouse at the cabin in Wawona on the honeymoon

"Really?"--sexy babe in the bunk

"Yeah, that's what, nine or ten of them. This is a great library."--MFM

"Wanna do some rock climbing, some real 5.10?"--SBIB

"On belay, sweetie!"--her belay slave


Is that Chris Perry, Cowboy's lady, and yourself in the faded Camp 6 shot? Or your sister, maybe?

When Dolores looked at the shot of Cowboy Larry? My gosh, she didn't know who he was. He was our Best Man in 1971...What a slam, now I think of that. Oh, well. She is the PhD.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 06:50am PT
Is that Dolores in the photo above?

No, I am not in the photo you refer to. Those are "The Karens" Well, at least that is what I wrote on the back. I know for sure the woman in the red scarf was "Red Karen" not because she always wore a red scarf but because she was very leftist political and was a union organizer. The ranger woman I believe is also Karen and she lived in Camp 6.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 06:51am PT
In what subject did Dolores receive her PHD? That is impressive. Tell her congratulations (rather belatedly I am sure). Randy got his BA from UC Santa Cruz in art; but myself I have only had a formal education up to high school. The rest of my education was in the schools of Hard Rocks and Thin Ice.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 07:54am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 07:58am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 08:00am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 08:07am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 08:10am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 08:12am PT
Randy said that when he was in Viet Nam, if the soldiers were given an order they didn't really want to follow they would say "What are you going to do to me? Cut my hair off and send me to Viet Nam?
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 08:14am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 01:01pm PT
The song that the Serbians sang to celebrate the fall of Milosevic

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJ5BGGHT8nQ
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 24, 2012 - 03:05pm PT
That ranger would be Karen Anders, the nice person who might have been on duty at the kiosk in Camp 4 early on. (I know Chris Perry, Larry's lady, worked in the kiosk, too. Her hair was a delicious shade of strawberry blonde.

I dDon't know the gal you call "Red Karen." Is she a friend of Conan's?

The picture on the last post on the previous page is Liz, my second wife, showing up the Rostrum's prow.

Dolores is a high school algebra teacher and got her doc at Mills in Oakland. I guess she took it in Mathematics, likely, all things being equal. (Phew! Sorry!)

Another Flames Mamma, Sha'a'la (Shawla), married and left John Yeates, the "dimmest Flame," and eventually did the same number as Dolores, but she got Doctored about five yars before Dolores.

That's Ron Cagle on the left in back of Sonja H. Can't ID the wimp in the glasses. Whoever you are, lol... :O)

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 24, 2012 - 03:26pm PT
That sure looks like Randy's mom ought to look. There is a strong resemblance in their noses and their "smiles."

The Rev seems to remember your sister Lynette fondly, but that's his tale.

The poor kitty-cats! We called Priscilla that when we first took him and his brother out from under Ike's shed in Oxnard, braving the claws of Momma Cats. She was a blubbery old thing with a nasty temperament. He didn/t care, so we left the name stand. He was the most marvelous jumper, and cat-fishing was our most popular indoor recreation. Siamese, if you please.

Izzy led a short life, sleeping under tires of parked cars on Dwight Way will have that effect on a dozing cat. Priscilla met a somewhat similar fate in the parking lot of the shop that ran on "sidereal time" in the rear of our building. It was in the stars.

Spot, who the heck remembers cats named Spot? We had Mike, Nancy, Linda, Ziggy, Tigger, and Gary over the next seven years. Baby Gary came home with me from the shelter in my shirt pocket and grew into a monster, able to leap tall anythings gracefully. And Tigger took leave when the neighbor took off one morning and Tig was in the bed. The last he saw, Tig was on the divider on I-80 at the Hilltop Drive on-ramp after leapin/falling from the ledge outside the passenger window onto the freeway. He saw him in the rear-view mirror. Tig showed up back at the house months later, his claws shredded from the landing on the ashphalt.

Cats! Sheesh.
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 24, 2012 - 03:28pm PT
Our Mouse hisself in the Vertical World of Yosemite. The same photo was incorrectly labled as George Meyers in an issue of Ascent.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 24, 2012 - 03:48pm PT
The G.M. was with the party that day, which included Andy Cox, his buddy, and Jean Neal, Galen's friend, and it was fail for me, fail for Cox, and Jean failed over on Little John. I came down right after the 5.9 wouldn't go. Galen needed a second to finish up on LJ and I volunteered while the others had their go on MD.

We had a whale of a time ss Cox's lense fell out of his eyeglasses and perched on his shoulder! Ludicrousness and failure go hand in hand in this avocation, methinks.

It's funny that Galen put that photo in Vertical World. He didn't even remember my name, but that's OK, you know who I am, Pie!

And Millis got his fifteen minutes of fame when Sherry A. doodled him. And he got labelled Millis, not Dennis Miller. You would think GR might have remembered "Mouse" as a nickname, but GM is far better-known, so it's really a no-brainer why he called me that. I never saw that issue of Accent on Climbing.
SCseagoat

Trad climber
Santa Cruz
Nov 24, 2012 - 04:26pm PT
Still so good! Feel like I'm reading a novela! Loving it


Susan
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 24, 2012 - 04:39pm PT
Not doubt it's you mouse...if you look real close you can see the non thumb.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 24, 2012 - 04:51pm PT
You loosey-goosey, that's a lot of close looking, because the non-thumb's no eht tfel dnah, nevets.

Santa Cruz seagoat, a wee thank you, but I must say it's fun writing about one's many selves which one has been in the past, and the elves who appear in my Middle Earth, like Odd (and CosmicC just phoned, too!), and the guy upstairs who knows the Rev from his days at Bagger Ass, they all help to string the thread out a bit more, leading where?

Don't want to know, just want to keep on truckin'.[Click to View YouTube Video]I'm a rubber-legged boy from Bedlam. My brother Mike recently sent a picture of an old Bucyrus Erie 22B, which is just a drag-line getting old. :) It's not an old steam drill, like in the song, Down the Road Apiece, by Chuck Berry. For the last fifty-odd years that to me sounded like Osteen Grill and I just now looked the lyrics up, so there ya go, around and around (B side to Johnny B. Goode) in a circle and you're back where your started.
I believe I'll ride. I believe I'll go back home.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 24, 2012 - 05:12pm PT
No, I don't think that is Cagle in the photo with Sonja. They were two climbers I didn't know--even at the time. They were from elsewhere...I think this was when Randy and Gene Foley were doing the Leaning Tower.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 24, 2012 - 05:49pm PT
Look achoo! Gesundheit!

The past staring at me, so here's looking back achoo! (Bless me!)

The Nuke Asshole looks delicious and I'm sure the brownies were nutritious, Dwain.

Here's looking achoo, Locker, Bird, and CosmicCragsman.

Those coals can only bring to mind [Click to View YouTube Video]

Can you dig it?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Nye lye kit.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 24, 2012 - 06:52pm PT
Simply done, Tad. This will have to do till later.
MFM
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 24, 2012 - 07:09pm PT
This is what many city dwellers my age and older might call a steam shovel, thoughtlessly. It's a drag line, and it's purpose is to put thousands of chinese out of work by doing their jobs, which was to dig for gold out on the banks of the Califaornia streams or to dig irrigation ditches, and so forth.

Then there were the dredgers and the dredges (the first being the operator, the second the actual floating machinery).

When Mike sent me the photos, his email read in part, "...the old wooden dredges that screwed this place up in the first place (back in the 1930s)."
The rows of cobbles, as most of you know from our State's sad mining history, represents the last gasp of relatively high-volume mining here.

The rocks and the consequent uselesness of the land they lie on are the reason he was able to buy so much land (twenty acres) with frontage on the Merced. What used to be fertile bottom land that held the world's largest single fig orchard (reputedly), in the thirties was flooded and worked over to a depth of maybe as far down as suction would work. If you don't understand hydraulics, you aren't missing a thing. Spelunkers, now...


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 12:49am PT
I forgot about this flyer I received from VonD and Mary Lou. I was not in attendance. The flyer is printed on both sides.
Did anyone else get there? I'm betting not one Flame went to see his shade do whatever his shadiness does after he splits the scene.

"Constant gardener" you bet!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 01:02am PT
This is an article trying to unravel the skeins of an ongoing fight over unscheduled water releases by PG&E on the Stanislaus.
My brother's picture was featured because one picture of a Bermingham is worth lots, and there is more to the article, but it's surely out-of-date.

Tim made one comment, which I thought a lot of. He said:
"We had been concerned about what was happening (on the Feather River), but now it'sall of a sudden in owur own back yard on the Stanislaus. It's a long, convoluted mess we're getting into. The fishermen are starting to separate apart from one another and you can't fight something like this if your are divided."

His group is the Anglers Committee Against Artivicial White Water Flows (ACAAWWF). A-sea-double-A double double-U Ef.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 01:22am PT
The story told by my great-grandmother's mother of coming to California in 1851. Edna Bermingham married to Tom Bermingham, who emigrated from Galway in the 1870s and worked for the SPRR as a switchman in the Sacramento canyon below Dunsmuir at a little place called Delta, where the family owned some land.

It's a great fising stretch. The rapids invite you for a ride and there are cliffs to dive from. And it's Shasta water. It just hasta be.
Patrick Oliver

Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
Nov 25, 2012 - 07:19am PT
Thanks for the shots of Shiela Slattery. I took a liking to the
sweet lass that year in Yosemite, right when Higgins and I did
Nerve Wrack Point, in Tuolumne in the early 1970s.
She rubbed lotion all over my body for nearly a week,
because I got so horribly sunburned on that climb I couldn't move.
One day when I was bouldering, she followed me around Camp 4. I had
been working on a problem I never finished, as the top-out had
almost nothing, but I was up there, almost had it, and when I realized
I was about to have to jump, I asked her to stand under me. I put my
foot on the top of her head and stood there. At one point, in quiet
humble distress, she said, "Honey...." I had never been called that
before, and being a bit immature, to say the least, that was the
beginning of the end of our relationship. I was that superficial.
But I sang and played piano for her at the lodge and at the chapel,
nice nights when we were alone. And I talked her into quitting her job
at Degnan's and riding the freights with me back to Colorado. She was
ready to marry me. In some kind of playful mood I asked her to
change her name, spell her first name backward. It would now be
Aleihs (ahhleece). In Boulder, I promptly ran into another woman I
also had met in Yosemite, whom Higgins and I referred to as
beautiful Peggy. We met her in Tuolumne at that same time, when Tom
and I went into the little cafe in the Meadows. She worked at the
Lodge somewhere and transferred up to the Meadows at times.
We made her blush when Tom and I sang Dylan's "Love to
spend the night with Peggy Day...." Anyway, I fell for Peggy
instantly, and Ahleihs had a kind of breakdown, where she came after
me with both fists... Can't imagine why, but she did return to
Yosemite and got her job back at Degnan's. I ran
into her several times, and I always felt terrible about what I did.
Each year that went by, I realized what a great woman I had there
but was too stupid to know it.... Then when I tried to find her years
later, it was impossible, and only now do I learn she got married
and all those things. Peggy was closet-gay, and on Halloween the next
year, Higgins and I met in the Valley and climbed and attended
the Halloween party at the Ahwahnee. I dressed up as a woman, wearing
one of Peggy's blonde wigs, to fool Higgins' pilot friend who was
looking for a date, and when Peggy saw me dressed as a female she
knew for the first time truly that she wasn't after men. And when
the disguise came off, we were history..., strange as things go
sometimes.... I do remember glancing out a window of her cabin and
seeing a very large bear gazing right into my eyes, a few inches
away, with a big tag on its ear. Wow, that was 40 years ago.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 25, 2012 - 11:11am PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 25, 2012 - 11:35am PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 12:01pm PT
Good Morning, Tad! Good morning, Ron! Good morning, Gypsy!

Gray's a beautiful color today. It's foggy as heck and the bones are creaky and it's hard to warm up, too.

The Delta stretch sounds like the local liars' club. I drove hundreds of miles one Labor Day in our pickup, the red Courier, before I built the camper shell for it, with Dolores and the dog kClover to the Mad River in the mid-seventies, the drought years.


We slept overnight on the Claire Engel Reservoir (Trinity Dam) and drove to Covelo, then through the woods to the Mad River below the Ruth Reservoir. The Mad yielded the best-eating little trout we ever had. Straight from the stream to the pan.

Then we headed down to the Eel, but not much water, not what I looked for. So we hit Delta. I landed a huge old rainbow hen on a night crawler (pot-shot, really) and we took it to Redding where my Gramma cooked it on a plank for us.

Every boy should have memories of Gramma's house. I sure do and I'll share those over a bottle of Glenlivet with you and Ron over the campfire. Can we camp at Tom's Thumb?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 12:10pm PT
Today Is a Gray Peak Day In Peachtree Merced.
11/18/12

It is cloudy and gray here today in Merced.

It could be cloudy and grey if I were somewhere in England (because of the vowel change, don't you know).

It is a gray peaked day over in the Clark Range, too.

It reminds me of a Randall Hamm photograph I saw once, with a barely discernible human subject standing atop Mt. Lyell like Ernest Hemingway at his typewriter--just standing there looking gravely and discerningly at the lens of another's creativity.

I guess that it's just my imagination. It gets fired up by lovely women. Especially when they are on the best possible, the highest, the Betty of Yowlsemite peaks. Or behind a library circulation department desk.

It is a good day to read a book.

It is a better day to watch football.

It is even a still Betty day whenever I go to visit our local County Library, which I can see from my window--along with Mt. Clark, all grey and granity on the horizon, backed up by his posse, Gray Peak, Red Peak and Merced Peak,running south. I can see them also from the top floor of the library.

Ho! for Southern Yowlsemite and eastern Madera County, the friendly neighbor to the south, which has a fine Central Library of its own, I've heard. And Balls, and Bass Lake and Ahwahnee and Nip in Mariposa is so jealous. I get to Madera only about never any more. I only care about their lovely mountains. And the history of the place is part of Yowlsemite's history, so there it is.

And I shall tell you why it's a Betty day whenever I go to visit the library, but first please give me a couple of seconds to find a bookmark (I said in an aside).

[Thanks. I'm reading Going Up, standing up at a bureau-dresser-clothes- storage unit, like young Papa Hemingway did, according to many, whenever he wrote; and it's going slow because it's really climbing porn and I want it to last. I usually use a bookmark made of pink thread, but it ran away with the jazz thread, so I am using an old piece of TP, autographed by JK--the beat poet? He goes well with Fitschen. They were contemoraries, nearly. I'm not positive of that, but it fits my mental time frame. See how time telescopes when you talk of others' lives and loves? I like that about life. I could talk about myself for hours, just like Joe, only my life wouldn't be nearly as interesting nor as lust-ridden as Joe's, to be sure, but it just might help me to live longer. But I digress--at signifiant risk to my longevity, and then there's the Forty-Niner game, too.]

There is a library here where the books sleep under their covers on shelves in rows like a climbing hostel in the Gunks.

The librarian calls the shots on who is allowed to check them out.

What do you want--she's a County Employee, hardcore about rules, but with a gushy heart. She controls some of my beta, some of my entertainment, but is concerned that I don't have to work very hard to acquire my knowledge or to entertain myself with the words that she has graciously provided.

Each time any client leaves with a stack of books or has paid a fine for forgetfulness, laziness, or just plain rude behavior with "her" books, Betty faithfully utters these words, "Have a peachy day."

She's a black woman, wearing a different daishiki each day, one that corresponds to the fruity avoir of that day, because I got her started by telling her one day, "Your routine is too routine, liven it up."

As the astute lady in green one day; the wise woman in kiwi brown another day; or miss melange of lilac and pink and fruit-ka-bab blue with a head scarf of black and white booka-dots, she took to using a different kind of fruit with each person she served.

"Have a raspberry day, honey."

"Go on and have a honeysuckle day, y'all."

She was from Baton Rouge originally, so it's just not any wonder she is so colorful.

I still owe her two and a half dollars for a late return on Confederate General from Bigster, NV.

It's not exactly money well-spent, as you might not think, because he's such a good writer, that Ron Anderson; and the stuffed teddies he encountered in the woods that day--what a special treat!

I had simply misplaced the book and finally found it ten days later in my stack of porn.

The wages of sin.

I would sin with that sweet-talking librarian.

She swings.

I wonder how she looks in a grey teddy--I'm taking Betty to London.

[Thanks to In Watermelon Sugar by RBr]

Good morning, Patrick Oliver! I can only say, in response to that poignant reminiscence, Top that, Kerouac! I was hoping like heck you might respond. Our thanks.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 12:25pm PT
Ron, you ARE the last BS.
Blanks might be better, in the case of BF, but with bikers or tweakers, ya gotta let 'em know!
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 25, 2012 - 02:06pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 07:21pm PT
4:20, Ron.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 07:25pm PT
Should we start a For The Fathers thread or stay here?

Decisions, decisions.

Stay here.

Belay that.

If you start it, I will be there.

Belay that.

You decide.

Looks like it's a fine place to crash, the bivy spot.

Is it too early to call shotgun? You said you have a truck.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 07:51pm PT
Dead Ringer for the Malaise of Charles Sherwood Stratton

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Easter time too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outta you

Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won't even say what it is I've got

Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the Goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon

Up on housing project hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same

Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his postAnd picking up angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost

I started out on Burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough

WHY NOT GET TOM THUMB'S BLUES AS A RINGTONE FOR YOUR CELL?!--Sweet Martha Lorraine



Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 25, 2012 - 07:53pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 08:26pm PT
Going Up, page 277.
Every horse in this string will have a different story to tell about the journey. They embellish one another's tails. The life of the half-breed metaphor is like the life of...a horse with half a tail!

"neato peeto" as Gypsy used to utter.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 26, 2012 - 10:33am PT
No it was "neato koledo" (rhymes with Toledo)

fathers above; daughters below

http://www.flickr.com/photos/parascubasailor/5120193411/in/photosof-gypsyflores/
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 26, 2012 - 12:54pm PT
Reasonable. Well-put. Sold.

Concurrence, Tad?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 26, 2012 - 01:34pm PT
I got that, OK, Roger, can do, willco, ten-four, no prob, all righty-dighty, and sure, thanks.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 26, 2012 - 01:50pm PT
"You'll pay fer this!"--Yosemite Sam

Tad's a varmint. I should know. Ron?

This shows what it means to the unit when one tries to run the ship which is not run by a crew but a team. I suppose I'm just trying to see some redeeming value in watching cartoons, here, but this one surely gives a good rendering of how important anchors are.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJH50kkjuTQ&feature=plcp

Got me watching cartoons instead of reading Jake's Ranch. Ravmint!

"Belay there say, ya long-eared galoot!"--neebunny
I'm a shnook, and couldn't resist, neither.
Ma apologee neebee...
It's not Saturday morning agin, is it?
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 26, 2012 - 08:18pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 26, 2012 - 08:29pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 26, 2012 - 08:39pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 26, 2012 - 09:41pm PT
Except for myself, the ladies in the above photo all worked at Degnan's in 71, 72, etc. Mollie played guitar and sang in the dorm rooms and sometimes in the dorm hallway. Sheila told great stories and read our palms. Sue Homick later became a veterinarian. (Sheila wrote one of her Harlequin romances based on Sue as a character) Mary Lou is part of the infamous Stuart clan--the counterpart to the infamous Donohoe clan. And of course Pat and Matt were best friends. I used to sleep on their porch once in a while and occasionally come over to dinner. One night at dinner, I met this crazy man who was living in June Lake. We decided we would go backpacking together. He asked me when I wanted to go. I said "How about now?" It was ten o'clock at night. We slung on our backpacks and walked out the door. We were together for twelve years until the day he died.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 26, 2012 - 10:26pm PT
I read The World According to Garp and I though yeah, sure...I read The Hotel New Hampshire and thought--yeah, right, noboby's life is like a John Irving novel. And then I thought again and thought "wait, a minute, my life is a John Irving novel. Okay. Randy was killed at age 33 on Good Friday which also happened to be April Fool's Day. He was climbing the cross on Mt. Davidson in San Francisco with an inexperienced climber (who obviously did not know how to belay properly) whose name was Fritz and Fritz was the lead singer in a punk band called The Mutants. And Randy was working as an animator on feature animation films and on his own independent films. The film he was working on at home was finished by his friends and used as the title sequence in the 16 Tournée of Animation. I held a wake and tree planting ceremony for Randy after he died and spread his ashes under that same tree. Although over 200 people attended there was not a single rock climber there.

Put that in your book Mouse and see if anyone believes it.

So now you have the beginning story of a 12 year relationship and the ending story of the same relationship. We were never legally married--nor even illegally married. We just lived together that long and had a son who is now 36.

And I am old now. And my son is even wilder than his dad.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 26, 2012 - 10:35pm PT

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 26, 2012 - 11:05pm PT
"Hey, Paint it purple and put a pink ribbon on it an sell it to American Romance, sister."

I can hear Matt tell Pat under his breath. Nada was sacred tween them two. Nada.

They were very much like us flatlanders, Jeff and I. And when we got there to Yosemite, learned about the climbs they had done, we were glad to hang with them as much as we could for a while. Cowboy was the enzyme, the enabler, the puppet-master and then we kind of separated.

Matt and Pat should have found a pinnacle together and climbed it for yucks. They likely thought of it!

Matt took a nasty fall on Meatgrinder, but I really know nothing, who was belaying, what pro he had, what held him, how loud and how loud his scream was, whether he was cut up, as the name suggests, if he got a second wind and like a true Irishman, went off to the Circus Room Bar.

I know he fell because he was tired. He kind of collapsed and bing! Whoops! Ouch! Etf*#kingcetera.

But no, the stories belongs right here, actually, for now, at least. they have still got to resolve and dissolve and revolve in our minds for another forty years. I'm willing to wait. Unless Mr. Merry is right, and I need to write a pudlication. I'm happy.

For today, I can provide this tribute to some Flames running dogs and doggers.

The Shaft FA 1971 Matt Donohoe George Meyers
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=728084&msg=728772#msg728772

Dromedary Direct 5.10c FA 1971 Barry Bates Matt Donohoe Herb Swedlund
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=510459&msg=510567#msg510567

Chocolate Dihedral 5.9 1970 Rick Sylvester Matt Donohoe
Degnan Diagonals 5.9 1970 Rick Sylvester Matt Donohoe Barry
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=376225&msg=376665#msg376665

There is a lot of good content in the threads mentioned.

Wherever the Donohoes and Stuarts have gone off to, that alone would be a saga.

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 26, 2012 - 11:24pm PT
I had my own landscaping business for about 26 years in Santa Cruz, Ca. About 5 years ago (more or less), I was up high in a tree pruning it when I hear the door of the house where I was working open. Someone said "Gypsy?" I turned around to stare down at someone I thought I didn't know. I said "Yes". He said "Barry Bates". Oh! ha ha ha ha ha. Turns out he was visiting his in-laws. He invited me in for something cold to drink when I was finished. So I continued to prune the tree and then went in later to hear how he was doing and to meet his wife. I remember Barry coming over almost every night for dinner the winter I lived in the Donohoe house in the valley. Matt always cooked him a steak from the huge stash of meat that was in the freezer in their room off the dining room. I think that was where the old Degnan's used to be (or where they would make the bread for Degnan's in the early days). Anyway, there were footprints all over the walls in the dining room from climbers standing along the wainscotting and doing one finger pullups in the doorjambs. One night Barry and I took a long walk in the dark and ended up in the middle of the road lying on our backs watching a complete lunar eclipse. That was the first time in my life I remember seeing a lunar eclipse.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 26, 2012 - 11:54pm PT
My name's Jack Cheese. I'm a hunnerd eight. Lemme tell ya, we saw three features for fifty cents in Ventura on our way out to Josh. It was rolled taco night, too, at the drive-in near the high school and we'd never had a rolled taco, but Millis, he introduced us to the rolled taco. I think I mighta posted that on the New Taco, but you'll have to ask Anders if it's okay to use his wikitikotalkie thing-ma-bob or what the heck them kids're using now.

Oh, yeah, hey there I almost forgot. We got Willie Wonka Was Here, A Mouse Called Horse, and the capper was The Little Horny Man! I remember it like it wasn't eighty-some years ago.

Looks like old Gypsy's waking up. You'll have to be patient. She never takes out that pair of remote ear-buds.



"Don't worry my son, you will be back with us, I dreamed it last night. I saw you with your wives."--Old Lodge Skins

Younger Bear: I have a wife. And four horses.
Jack Crabb: I have a horse... and four wives.


Jul 7, 2006 - 05:31pm PT
Mutt,
It's a well known fact that short people appear fatter, so that is probably an accurate representation of your physique. Better contact Barry Bonds about some growth hormone. I understand a remake of the Wizard of Oz is in discussion, maybe some potential work for you? Didn't I see you in Willy Wonka as an Umpa Lumpa?--fattrad

Jul 7, 2006 - 06:41pm PT
I thought this was going to be about a movie with Dustin Hoffman and Chief Dan George, godamnitalltohell.--dirtineye
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Nov 27, 2012 - 12:18am PT
hey there say, gypsy...

thanks for sharing... nice to see you...
say, no to worry... we all have or will have, the
'shadows of time' graced upon us.. :)

i like hear all this old stuff...
i always loved santa cruz...though i was a kid
there and did not roam and have adventures there...

some of my family had adventures, later, and some friends, too, of
theirs...

thanks again...
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 27, 2012 - 12:36am PT
Hey gypsy...here's the cabin you and randy turned us on to up in Eureka canyon. Peggy and I went up there a few years ago to find it but alas it had burned in the huge fire that swept the canyon.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 27, 2012 - 10:00am PT
Wow, Throwpie--what a flashback!!! Sorry to hear it burned down. Well as Cowboy Larry used to say "Sometimes your house burns up and sometimes your house burns down."
Patrick Oliver

Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
Nov 27, 2012 - 07:46pm PT
If anyone has contact info for Shiela Slattery, please let me know.
I would like to get in touch with her. Thank you Gypsy for your
suggestions and for the photos above.
Patrick Oliver

Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
Nov 27, 2012 - 07:54pm PT
Patrick Oliver

Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
Nov 27, 2012 - 08:09pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 27, 2012 - 09:02pm PT
Wow, the ice cool climber from Bold who came in from the cold.

Went back to being cold in Bold.

He didn't realize..."Ahh, you're gonna miss me, baby!" was her way to prophetize.

"How can you say you miss my love when you never needed it?"
--13th Floor Elevator

We all gotta be fools at least once.

Price to pay.
BASE104

Social climber
An Oil Field
Nov 27, 2012 - 09:52pm PT
I think it is funny how during that big hair and mustache period everyone looked like porn stars.
Patrick Oliver

Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
Nov 27, 2012 - 10:27pm PT
Well I have been a fool far more than once, but I always did love
that Shiela and did not leave her because of a lack of love but because
I was really mixed up back then and was trying to claw my way out
of the psychedelic '60s and such, and it was a given I would always make
the wrong decision. But to say I would like to talk with her, say hello,
re-connect isn't so unreasonable, is it? I haven't begged her to come
back to me, as I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, just to see her again. "I wish I could see you again..."
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 27, 2012 - 11:22pm PT

Patrick Oliver

Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
Nov 27, 2012 - 11:58pm PT
And is there supposed to be some meaning in the picture, zBrown?
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 28, 2012 - 05:50am PT

Re-posted with Patrick Oliver's permission

Show me a person who has no regrets. That is a person who never sat on the edge; who took the safest routes; who took no chances.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 28, 2012 - 08:17am PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o8M74ufF4Q&feature=g-vrec
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 28, 2012 - 12:20pm PT

Hi Pat. No meaning other than what we can put into them. Mouse got me going on Dylan characters a way back up thread.


John Wesley
Tom


Patrick Oliver

Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
Nov 28, 2012 - 02:35pm PT
"common sense drills?"
Is this instruction, or an observation? I don't
understand...
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 28, 2012 - 02:53pm PT
I know that this thread is called "The Flames" but must we be throwin' them? Let us put our energy into rumblin' with De Bears if we have to meet in the dark parking lot of the internet.

Besides if you ain't listen' to my radio show right this instant you are puttin' your energy in the wrong place. (she says with a sense of humor)

http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 28, 2012 - 03:15pm PT
Saint

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 28, 2012 - 04:00pm PT
She struck the match on the striker.

voce di u comune.

I guess.

I meant nothing, just saying, Patiric, the mother of moth is chrysalis, we grow out of golf, I mean love.

Getting my meta all over the floor, but I am listening to the old show, am I at this moment? I got here late.

Hay seed hey here, just want to enotmail Gene--I'm here.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 28, 2012 - 05:50pm PT


Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 28, 2012 - 08:05pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZ7VEkeCzfA
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 28, 2012 - 08:55pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHT01tUgtVM
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 28, 2012 - 09:44pm PT

Taken at Flat Rock, North Carolina at Connemara, the home of Carl Sandburg.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 28, 2012 - 10:56pm PT
In 1964, Dylan and his entourage stopped in Flat Rock and made an unannounced visit to see Carl Sandburg
who he admired as a poet.
Dylan was annoyed when he realized that Sandburg, while polite,
wasn't very impressed with him.
There are a few versions of the story of their meeting, but the one in Anthony Scaduto's biography of Dylan is the best.

The rumour was that Bob tried to trade the tractor on his farm in Hibbing for Carl's. Needless to say, the deal did not go down.


got my chips cashed in



Not Dylan's Hibbing tractor.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 28, 2012 - 11:00pm PT
roll away the dew

Workmasters Dead



Not Garcia's tractor in San Farmcisco.

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 29, 2012 - 02:17pm PT



Owsley's truck ( “The Dred” ) rumoured to be in Hibbing.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 29, 2012 - 02:47pm PT
Joe Fitschen, Going Up.

What a wise man. What a hip cat. What a great writer and observer.

Xmath approacheth. A few thosuand words to the wise guys who are your friends is in order, don't you think?

http://www.JoeFitschen.com

What elf can I do, Joe? I wish I could electrify the book.

It might could cause a damned sensation around here.
Ain't it clear? Talking about the Paines in here.If you don't like pain, why not go to Tierra del Fuego? Lots of Flames have threatened to take their act there, including Randy Hamm and Gypsy Flores.

Ta-da! Segue...

Edit: The Youtube tape you presented was so triste, Gypsy. I totally got it. Thanks.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 29, 2012 - 05:20pm PT
William Shatner en Esperanto estas speco de stranga.

I blame it on President O'Gypsy.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 29, 2012 - 08:40pm PT
It's a dim gray day again, reminiscent of the one Betty was last seen on at the Library. Looks like I might have to take her to Vegas, not London. Cool, maybe we can visit some lowlifes we each know.

Peripatetic pairings.

The day is louring. Like in The Road by CMac. Not Kerouac. And not the new boy CMac with the puppet stringy-thingies. Cormac Mac. Oooooh, that guy. It's a day that reminds me of certain book, all you Lizzes that I have known, know, will maybe know, including Betties--Liz's Aunt Betty, Beatrice, really, but WTF cares; her sister Betty Rose, still just Betty, no Elizabeth; Liz one whom I was out of wed with due to under-ageness; Liz two, whom I bed, awed and wed; Betty the Librarian;Betty, the Rev's mom; neebee, 'nother motherly lzzie-from-lulu-land (hi sigh there, "fire-sitter"); the list seems endlizz, but the point is, they were/are all readers, whereas I only have Lenna Louise left to talk to whose brother I am, who has, unfortunately, only read Stephen King, as far as I can tell, and that was based on my mom's recommendation which was her go-to standard, her mom's taste. She reads only the paper, TV commercials, and some shyt on the net. The lovely ladies the Lizzes 'n betties, all read, all the time. Or did.

I'm thinking of The Stand, of course.If one listens to The Incubus' dialog, alone, it's fairly easy to pick out phrases you understand, and it was this afternoon that I shared a game of Scrabble and the last of my dad's Jack Daniels with Marcel Simon that we did this.

Kia's name's prounounced keye'-uh, she's no car. And Amael's is pronounced ah'-meye-el.
And what was that kid's name, the one you guys claimed you, uh, "found in a tree?" At least that's what Randy said once.

zBrown, what's love got to do with it?[Click to View YouTube Video]

Scene from The Incubus.

Kia: why can't the Incubus rise up out of the fire [of Hell] and slaughter them [the ones on their way to choosing Hell] like sheep?
Amael: A soul cannot be forced to joun the Legions of Hell. Each one is given a choice, and when they choose to come to meet us, we then greet them.
Kia: Sister, I want more that that. Surely the God of Darkness would welcome the capture of a noble soul, clean and good--free of taint, without a shadow of corruption?
Amael: Sister, be careful!
Felice, atentu!
Kia: I have powers, Amael, powers that must be tested!
Amael: You don't know what goodness is!
Kia: I want to know! I want to find a Saint [Shatner] and cut him down, corrupt him, crush him, put my foot on his holy neck, make him rave and howl and bleed and weep then send him plunging down to the Inferno!
Amael: Kia, nay!
Kia: Then, I would be a demon! Then, I would be the Beast God's best daughter!
Amael: Sister, I warn you! Keep away from the good! They carry a power that rules the heart. A great power, mysterious, profound, far beyond your understanding.
Kia: Power? What power?
Amael: The power of love.
La potenco de la amo.
It's a novel, sho 'nuff.

All-Taco novel at the end of write your own novel in thirty days month.http://www.nanowrimo.org/

"What we have here, is a failure to communicate. What we have here are too few cooks stirring the pot, if you ask me. But what the hell do I know? I just run the place? What we have here, isn't so much a collabor-A-tion, so much as it is a collabortion!"--you should pardon the phrase, it was one I typed to neebee, only it came out thus, thus a typo for the ages is a boon for my pages--"So give me ten sentences in ten minutes, you Yardbirds, or you'll all go to Canary Row. Solitary, I mean."--Sheriff K. Neil Diamond in Cool Hand Finger Puppets





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 29, 2012 - 08:44pm PT
Damn, Sam I am! Ka-blam!

Get outa there, dummy!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 29, 2012 - 10:08pm PT
Looking at the Stones do Sympathy for the Devil again this afternoon before Marcel came and lost at Scrabble, I came across a trick I haven't ever seen, but which reminds me of the double towers of flames which came shooting out of the two towers of the Stones' stage.

Weedish torch, anyone?[Click to View YouTube Video]

It takes me back to one moonlit night in late September on the Pohono Trail, BooDawg.
This looks like a good survival, or even a simple amaze your pals trick. Make sure you have sufficient clearance if you try this at home, both from the spouse and the house. And the pit's down to bedrock or some such. This looks adaptable to a lot of uses.

Has anyone here taken bottle rockets to a summit, like Shasta, and lit them off? Golf club and balls? Pocket parachutes?
I also spotted this among my dad's stuff.
We all know/learn important stuff too late or never. Just passing some along, FWIW, and just in case someone might know anyone getting married sooner or later...

Head-strong youth.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 29, 2012 - 10:40pm PT
http://article.wn.com/view/2012/02/20/Yosemite_National_Park_waterfall_resembles_lava/
Scroll down and select the one about good old Horsetail Falls!

Horse tails indeed, and bull pizzles and gnarly old bones like these stories:

1,001 Arabian Nightmares.[Click to View YouTube Video]

The Night They Burned Foresta Down. i believe it was in '88 or in '89. But we talked about that. A three-fire night.

It's old Mister Bemingham, lost in Laredo with the Fresno-to-Modesto blues again.

Little Pink houses. Pink strings. Pink Mice. Blue mice.

Plinka-plinka pinkgrass revivalist, three-times nominated non-archivalist, but I've never yet had a pink lady of this persuasion or hue.C'est gris, podda rose-A. The perfect color for today.

I'm green, she's grey, the fire's hot, there are orange peels and some matches and quite a lot of rose-A left, so bring that bottle over here...

Gray lady, gray.

Gray hair, eyes, or mood, there's nothing that the words "I love you" don't enhance or simply change the outlook of among any of these three. And the ethereal touch of a warm heart and a warm fire between old flames and old Flames is one of the best things ever, two actually, to cure blues.

Let's make some plans.

I want a 150' pink rope and a 165' blue rope for Xmas. This is a symbol of a relationship. The male is the blue, and the female is the shorter pink one. They work like this. There should never be a question of which to pull on rappel. Always pull pink. Never pull blue. There is ALWAYS more length you can rappel if you put the knot down five feet from the rap anchor tah if you only have two 150s and it weighs less than two 165s. It's a clumsy metaphor. But I thought of it myself, so I'm sticking to it.

"Super dry, preferably."--Kevin Kline in January Man
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 29, 2012 - 10:44pm PT





Bob Dylan wondering
(about the time he discovered Sir Isaac Newton, not long after becoming disenchanted with Carl Sandburg and poetry).

These visions are now all that remain.



zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 29, 2012 - 11:01pm PT





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2012 - 12:37am PT
With your sheet-metal memory of Telegrah Av
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to leave
And your gentleness now, which we can't help perceive
Who among them do you think would you like to have?
[platonic kweskion]

Sad-eyed lady of the uplands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?


Am I digging the Yardbirds with Dylan?

Not so tough, cuz the bigger they are, the harder they fall. But the elephant diagram is a stumper.

Am I seein' a bum on Canary Crow?

I pity those poor immigrants.

Are those snakes on the right plane?

This burgundy's gray. It's sad, like that lake of tears. Naw, I dig the reservoir not, you dog.

You so cryptic, zBrown. But transparent. No fue you.

I'm glad, I'm so very glad, I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad.--The Cream Dream, never released

I'm so glad that I'm So Glad and that there's thread being devoted to Cream all over again.




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2012 - 12:38am PT
Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues by Nina Simone.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm going back down to Tierra del Fuego.
I do believe I've had enough.

But there's more.

Taco Salad with Leaves of Grass.

And a fine array of desert items, like you find in JT.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2012 - 01:00am PT
http://www.mrqe.com/movie_reviews/twentynine-palms-m100066976
Hit "More" to read the review.

It's so appealing. Cali-Corsica, a State in which we all want to dwell, the best of both places, In 'n Out of 'em both but stuck in the Middle. Only with each other for company so it's all good.

Mediterranean Joke Alert--Olive Drab. Stupid Drive-In Joke Alert--Purple/Magenta. Climbing Content Alert--Royal Blue.


Patrick Oliver

Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
Nov 30, 2012 - 02:50am PT
Mouse and zBrown, I don't want to sound mean, and that's
not my intent, but I guess in my probably foolish simple way I wish
you could speak English or perhaps explain some of your
references, including photographic..., in a thread that has
real potential but just keeps losing its way for me by being a little
too cool for its own good. Just some good solid sentences would go
a long way with me personally, but then perhaps everyone else
gets it... in which case ignore me please and carry on.... I do
think I am a bit out of touch with reality, at the moment, so it's
probably all my problem and not yours....
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2012 - 03:46am PT
PO boy,

Your point is well-timed, apt, and as I applaud your part as a character in our little playlet and one concerned init's outcome, I/we will tone it down. But YOU TOO, the plural you, not just PO, but all you must do your part by out-guessing ZBrown, who is tuned into this wavelength of such infrequncy that it's only perceptible to those who do not actively seek it, like love, I guess. That is, just groove, buy into the flow, but only if you want to. I's fun matching bland wits, and band-widths with zBrown, emanating from Chula Vista Crest, somewhat south of Buena Vista Crest.

In fact, here are some of my edited-in responses to his crypticisms posted tonightish and earlier.

Am I digging the Yardbirds with Dylan?

Not so tough, cuz the bigger they are, the harder they fall. But the elephant diagram is a stumper.

Am I seein' a bum on Canary Crow?

I pity those poor immigrants.

Are those snakes on the right plane? A flat-out guess on my part.

This burgundy's gray. It's sad, like that lake of tears. Naw, I dig the reservoir not, you dog.

You so cryptic, zBrown. But transparent. No fue you.

So, PO boy,

It's a lyrics thing, a song thing. I know you appreciate that.

Just don't send Mother Superior, okay? She really jumps the gun.

We po-leese our own selves h'yar 'round.--the Rev

Prodigal Son/Po' Boy

Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
Started down the road
Took all he had and started down the road
Going out in this world, where God only knows
And that'll be the way to get along

Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
Famine come in the land
Spent all he had and famine come in the land
Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
And that'll be the way I'll get along

Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine
For to feed my swine
I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"
Boy stood there and hung his head and cried
`Cause that is no way to get along

Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
Or down the road as far as I can go"
And that'll be the way to get along

Well, father said, "See my son coming home to me
Coming home to me"
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me"
Mercy

Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
Hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried
Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?"
Yeah

Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf,
Call the family round
Kill that calf and call the family round
My son was lost but now he is found
'Cause that's the way for us to get along"
Hey


Hey say there, whaddya say, xBrown? yBrown? zBrown?

And he'd likely come back with more cryptic things. Which isn't cryptic, because I've decrypted it by captioning. It takes the fun out of it. He could well post this, sans caption, and we'd all likely enjoy guessing it's Balloon Dome. And it's more fun of the sand bagging variety. Chaff-chaff, I was Lord Kitchener's Valet, and all that, which might fetch this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljpO5DIPhVQ
OR, even better[Click to View YouTube Video]
The moral being that we are all invisible here. Stone free.

But we reveal our secrets, sometimes in a strange Esperanto-of-the-Spirit, and wonder of wonders we seem oftener than not to be speaking the same language, seeking the same dreams, living through similar circustances, like trying to write prose in poetic paragraphs that are not just exercises in alliteration from the fourth grade Think and Do Books the Holy Namers used to force on us.

We have no truer secrets to conceal than the silly stuff from our pasts, like riding through Firebaugh in the foggy by and by.

Or silly reminiscence about George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrvAZrDnn4M (Not a live video, just the recording, like it or not, you shitty little c...)"Tits doesn't even belong n the list, man...sounds like a snack, doesn't it...Tater Tits!")


Okay, you f*#kers, I'm going to tinkle now! I may get tangled up in my blue jeans, baby. Hold some thought or other. I'll be back.



Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Nov 30, 2012 - 07:34am PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Jaybro

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Nov 30, 2012 - 08:37am PT
""Oh yeah," the twisted organ grinder's monkey cries"
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 02:46pm PT
Hi Pat:

I can't speak for Mouse (then again who can), but I can offer a little clarification on some of my stuff. A number of photos beginning at John Wesly Hardin(g) are references to Mr. Dylan's John Wesley Hardin song titles in their order of appearance on the album.

JWH -> As I Went Out One Morning -> St Augustine ...

Some of the other stuff is just reactions to things posted in the thread.

Some of the references can be rather obscure. For example, the Dylan (Repenthouse Magazine) can actually be found by seaching on Frankie Lee & Judas Priest via Google.

The rock is a phtographic representation of the Drifer's Escape (#1).

http://mountainproject.com/iPhone?action=showRoute&id=106523084




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2012 - 03:10pm PT
Family-wise, I don't think Dingus is much better off than I have been. Tamales for the wedding, canning tomatos and salsa by the dozens of jars. Learning the secrets of cooking Spanish rice, how to cook fideo, how not to handle chilis.

"Huero! Git yer ass over here! Mija, too much salt, more lard, okay?"

Gramma Rose was a life-ong cannery worker. Her grandkids got raised by her. She was married four times. She never had a kind word, just so you know. She was fierce with others and we were all pendejos and cabrones but with her family, it was all mijas and mi corazons. We two belonged to the same unions, cannery workers and Bermingham-Hernadez, so we got along fine.

It must have helped that I loved making tamales and canning with the girls, because the first time Bevin came over from Castro valley to help one year, she got assigned by Gramma Rose to put the olives in the tamales, a job only worked up to in the Hernandez hierarchy of rollers and stuffers. the other kids knew she meant it as a compliment to Bevin, and a lovingly applied welcome to the family. Rose was wise and knew Bevin had to be part of the group, and a noticeable one. Gramma's ral name was Margaret rose, I think, but she liked the name Rose. [OLIVE DRAB ALERT!] So it stuck.

Her daughter Elsie was a master canner who got certified by UC Extension. She got her realty license and started making decent money in the 80s, even though she had been head shift operator for Pacific Tel and Tel, yet another link between Hernandez and Bermingham, which family was all telephone pioneers.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 03:19pm PT
I'd love to get back in and Muddy up the waters, but ... if you gotta go, you gotta go now or else you end up staying all night


[Click to View YouTube Video]



You better come in my kitchen, it's going to be raining outdoors.

That chapel sure looks alot like Bonnie Beecher's apartment building.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2012 - 03:42pm PT
I learned to glide, trot, and do the cha-cha-cha in that place, then got married in it twenty-nine years later. Eighth grade dancing class and a wedding. It was BITD the "new" hall of the Knights of Pythias Lodge, after their old one burned up downtown, zBrown.

In another time and another place I might have written that it burned down uptown, but this is me, it's Merced. I'm not Hughes, and it's not Harlem.

No Harlem, no foul. In Merced, we have one street called Harlem Ct, and many fowls, thanks to Foster Fowl Farms.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2012 - 05:17pm PT
This innocent-appearing little lamb and I got in a lot of stink together. Literally. We were caught stealing cigarettes from a local store in Sacto. Our punishment was to sit in front of his parents, my parents and my family and smoke a pack of Camel unfilturds. I made the mistake sf inhaling one time and my mom really blew a gasket, came un-done, hissied out bigtme!

Mike Livermore and I go back to age one and under. I spent several summertime vacations in his company and the family caught up with us in Sacto. His dad was an engineer in PT&T and his wife worked with my Nana in the drugstore where my dad worked during HS in the hub city of Redding.

We hooked up in the fifth grade and then I had to move to Merced, but not before our final fling at the beach in Carpinteria and in the passes of the Sierra, like Monitor, Ebbets, Sonora. We traveled to the W. Walker River, by the USMC base, and campeda week then the delivered me to Merced.

Where I joined Sister Mary Justine's eighth grade class at OLM.
This is when and where I fell in with this guy, another Boy Scout. The Rev.

"Come the revelation revolution there'll be no more to say, everyone will have to tell the truth."--E. Vince Troothson
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 30, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
The Rev had a laugh like a pileated woodpecker

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 06:57pm PT
not Tiny the Tramp, Tiny Montgomery


Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 30, 2012 - 07:58pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KbSMYRMbDE&feature=fvsr

Been down so long, it looks like up to me
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 08:33pm PT
This is not failure to communicate Gypsy.

I was just thinking of Richard and Mimi today whilst running (exact song). I did not know this video exists.

Haven't read that one in a long time.


the police said the motorcycle must have been traveling at 90 miles per hour (140 km/h),



Los Tres Amigas



Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 30, 2012 - 08:47pm PT
I remember that poster of the three Baez sisters. It said "Girls say yes to boys who say no" in response to draft resistance during the Viet Nam war. (The Baez girls--Joan Baez, Pauline Marden, Mimi Fariña. Pauline co-wrote Pack Up Your Sorrows with her brother-in-law Richard. Richard and Mimi were married in Paris when she was only 16)
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 08:51pm PT
Yep




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2012 - 09:11pm PT
They named a big Street in SF for Tiny. Montgomery Street, located in the heart of SF's Financial District, is run by the NPS, now, you know. there's been a big shake-up in SF and nobody realizes it. Tiny, unfortunately never got to meet Tiny Theresa, who was already married at age 17. It runs in the Bermingham and Hernandez family, this pre-nuptial sex thing. but nobody in the family is exactly tiny.

Kathy is the youngest, has the most children, still is married to her ex-seminarian David, has five re-headed kids with the same middle name, David, and is a great person, willing to do all the family sucky jobs like planning church services for weddings and funerals. David's her accomplic with his great singing voice and guitar playing, which financed his way through USF, while she finished at Holy Names. Good family, the truest expression of Catholic family values. Not a single unwed dad, all are well on their way, so far as I know. But she never met Sonny Barger and she never lunched with Billy Idol or traveled to other cities with the carnies or rode through the night from Texas to Arizona on her old man's trike. And she never got to meet Werner and Merry Braun. but Liz did all that.

When you think about it in terms of real Catholic family values, maybe the parochial schools don't tend to do as good a job as they might if the Church simply embraced birth control. It might be a little hypocritical, but fewer family feuds and bitterness might be better than chastity belts and devotional candles.

Liz and her sisters, I and my siblings, Dolores and her sisters--all of us went to Catholic schools most of our lives. That's a total of nine girls and five boys. Two of the boys, four of the girls needed to be wed due to imminent births, which yields @ 43% fail. Liz, proud and stubborn, did not marry, but kept Michel-Jon, named for his father, AN AIRMAN AT CASTLE AFB outside Merced (the old Merced Army Airfield), the SAC base. Her dad was a crew chief on one of the B-52s. His family's from Chemung, NY, neighbors of some NASCAR racing brothers. He lived his last years selling bait and PBR to the fishermen and skiers on Seneca Lake. He and Michel-Jon resembled each other greatly. Mike works for the Mercy Medical Center. Small world, isn't it?
Liz's local products, Michel-Jon Freeman and Scott Ruffalo. Liz was Liz Freeman, then Ruffalo, then Bermingham.

I don't know anything about her genius prop-head boy friend, except he took a lot of acid, so she didn't really want to marry him and he was too free-spirited anyway. He got transferred, she never heard of him again.

Liz and Mike survived with some help from friends and by going on the road with a carnival for a few seasons, more or less. She began living on here own in Merced, selling Avon with Mike securely riding in the seat on the back of her bicycle.
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Then eventually she met this biker dude, named Rick Ruffalo, another genius, but his genius lay with motorcycle engines and running gear. He had his own small mechanic's shop, playing at it, really. She got in a pickle with Rick, too, and he married her out of deference to his own mom's wishes, and he may even have loved Liz. I wouldn't blame anyone for falling for her, after all.

Rick Ruffalo, who could fix that old Vincent or anything he put a wrench to. He had a genius for astronomy, as well, though this wasnt something he bragged on around the bikers. He may have been on sidereal time. Quien saab?

Rick's mom, with Scotty. Scott later got rally good on skateboards, opened his own shop here, closed it, moved out of town (this never changes), came back and re-opened the shop downtown, tired of the straight life as a title clerk in an office. He has a lot of Rick in him, I must tell you. He now has the honor of being the father of four, works for the title company, is buying a home, and has two cars and a wife who is a pseudo-Jehovah's Witness. Scott ran Bueno Boarding, this shop, a beauty, where kids gathered daily as they should, another two and a half years; and he took these kids along with him to compete in contests in places any kid would love to go to skate: Stockton, Moss Landing, Motown, Madera, Los Banos, even San Jose.
But the nasty lustful urge contacted him and blew the dream away. You can't survive raising a family and running a boarding shop in Merced. Facts are facts. But the boys don't drink, don't smoke, and are not in prison. Scott even is in school again.

Bevin's a respected member of her little community in Brooklyn. Her half-sister, Janey Doe, who knows? Overall, the 43% crapola is just that, really, in the eyes of such as Tom Paine, Helen Keller, and the sibelius of the North Country, the man who brought us the Tempest, who may be the fountain of most rock 'n roll since he electrified, tremendous writer in his own write as well as in the music business, Mr. Bod Ylanb.
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Joe Fitschen: "So, you guys like to tell jokes, huh? Gigglin' and laughin' like a bunch of young broads sittin' in a schoolyard. Well, let me tell a joke. Five guys, sittin' in Camp 4, in Yosemite. All wondering how the f*#k they got there. What should we have done, what didn't we do, who's fault is it, is it my fault, your fault, his fault, all that bullsh#t. Then one of them says, hey. Wait a minute. When we were planning this climb, all we did was sit around tellin' f*#kin' jokes! Get the message? Boys, I don't mean to holler at ya. When this climb's over - and I'm sure it'll be a successful one - we'll get down to the Hawaiian Islands, hell, I'll roll and laugh with all of ya. You'll find me a different character down there. Right now, it's a matter of business."--Joe, to his colorful gang, reminiscent of flames in a Christmas fireplace.


I count the entire thing of being illegitimate as just BS, rooted in values nobody pays any attention to when they are young, and you can't make a horse drink the water as an old wise fart, it's a wate of time. Just tell your story and let the caravan move on...Right, Gypsy?

Edit: Richard and Mimi were married in Paris when she was only 16!!!
It must be the hot blooded Mediterranean types, or maybe we could blame it all on Miss X. Education. If we need to blame, which nobody has a right to. We could chalk it up, maybe. Put the load on Franny!!! Yah, mule!!!
Francis is my dad's real name, but he won't care.
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zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 09:31pm PT
I thought that pony was Lucyfur. Shades O' Jerry Lee. They wouldn't serve him here, his neck wasn't dark enough


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 30, 2012 - 10:19pm PT
dah - dit dit dit dit - dit / dah dah - dit - dah dit dit - dit dit - dah - dit - dit dah dit - dit dah dit - dit dah - dah dit - dit - dit dah - dah dit Cafe up on Telly! 5.9, let's jam to the espresso bar, dudes. Make mine a doppio! Good spot for a bivy. There's climbing content coming, so this is a ROYAL BLUE ALERT!
About here things should get very specific. I like this photo of Randy so much. He's looking at Jim, another North Facer, who ran the mail order business.

The photo is here because I don't think that he and Jim Shirley ever met in much more than perhaps a cursory fashion, during a rare visit from Jim to the shop on Telly, where he came a couple of times with Mark Ericson, the designer who took over from Justus Bauschinger. They were the "heavies" as we called them.

My partner on the Salathe Wall was Doug Ross, who you will remember, Gypsy, surely. His departure enabled me to fit in with the class of '73 at North Face, thanks to Randy's timely call which rescued his buddy and his new bride from a meager winter on UI living in the Okie Flats, wishing for more, hating themselves for doing what they'd done: They had ignored the Unbidden Fruit of the Alarm Clock Tree. So they were driven out of Paradise, involuntarily. Of course God had plans we were not privy to. At the time, however, I was really angry at myself for being such a dull boy. I think I might have told Angel Gabriel to stick his horn where there is no light, I was that miserable being away from the Valley and Camp 4 mates. Jeff visited, and Larry Jones. That was tremendous, to find out about Andy Cox's death, the happs in camp, prospects for the future. Larry arrived and left and came back and helped us load the van, then came north to Berkeley, where his life changed as well. He began working with the cream of the crop of the crazy teenagers of the Bay Area at St. George's homes in Northside on Arch St. That's where he met Barbara Worthing, Cal grad student and the future Mrs. Jones. They just celebrated the birth of Avery's first child! A gurl.

For those who may have missed "the Jokes" (aka Larry Hoad Scuzz Moab Jokes Jones) he's from Merced, lived over the back fence from me and was one of the original Flames by virtue of having been a founding member of the local chapter of the National Submarine Racing Association, NSRA. Jones is brilliant, a blues fan, a rhythm guitarist, and former comptroller of UCB's school of optometry. He is a cool cat, did some climbs with Jeff and I in Pinnacles, lived in Degnan's Dorms the winter of '71-'72. He supported his hippy butt with black Primo from Oahu that winter, obtained from the fundage provided by a National defense loan.

He rented Apathy House on 16th St. in Pacific Grove so Jeff and I and he could live together. Our presence in Monterey attracted the attention of two brothers, Leo Newburn, our classmate at Merced High, and Louie, his younger bro, and they made the move there in 1969 as well.

This Merced enclave in the penisula was a little restless due to the presence of Gloria, Leo's GF from back home, who just had to move there, too, hoping to get back with him. It wasn't happening. She wasn't cool enough to compete with Sharon Monteverde, Leo's new squeeze, also from Merced and who had, so she claimed years later in 2000, had continued a platonic relationship with the man through HS. She is the one who convinced me, so naive, she and Leo were happy together. She was part witchy woman, I think. Well, she and Leo were married, then divorced in the late nineties. She and Liz were friends back in the day in Merced, before she moved to Monterey. She's a lonely gal, living in a trailer park down by the canal in Atwater. A nice presence, and ethreal type, enjoying the hell out of her ill health and missing out on life's best part, growing old with someone who loves you.

I lived with them and Louie for a time when Apathy House broke up in spring of '70, Jeff going to the mountains and Larry going to live with some good friends in Seaside. Me, I left the mad Newburn place, which all of a sudden burst with chanting Nam Myoho Ringke Kyo, the Nichiren Shoshu mantra. Leo was a very good blues guitar player, and he took it to the next level, but in the service of his buddhist sect.

It was good to find Brother Don and his couch for the next month, reading Siddhartha, delivering mail on the quiet summertime MPC campus, waiting for the fall semester. For once, I wasn't on academic probation and willing to do the work. But I never made it to the fall semester. Like so few others, I headed for Yosemite via British Columbia.

Jim Shirley was at UCB in '70. He completed school the next year and got hired by Hap Klopp personally to run the mail order department. Not a typical graduation segue in the least. It has been my privilege to climb with Jim, have him stand up as my best man, and know he has my back. Merry Christmas, Jim and family in Simi Valley!



zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 30, 2012 - 11:14pm PT
kinda begs the question of what they did for the first 49. Football players maybe? Gold dust twins?


Weren't Los Flames a car outfit? Mecury '49.


http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=539369&tn=12120#msg1999819


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 1, 2012 - 12:16am PT
ROYAL BLUE ALERT!
The Snake Dike.The summit of Mt. Starr King.

There are far too many false flames. We are The Flames. It's cool to say Da Flames, or even De Flames, but The Flames is the correct designation. WE are drivers, but lack wheels. We only talk like Mexicans because they want the ridicule and eagerly seek out our advice...

The genesis of the Flames--just pretend I'm Orson Welles or Charlton Heston, hokay?

First, the Devil decided to take up residence in California, right here in the Merced Drainage.

Casa Diablo from the Merced S. Fork, the north side of the river from the south. The place the Devil found and occupied. He lived on the souls of the Mi-Wok.

Devil's Gate, upstream from Casa Diablo, but not far, on the south bank. It's a fine place to enter Paradise, which is just upriver a few miles in the environs known as Clark's or Wawona.

The Flames are basically the product of the melting snow of the Sierra. We started out as Boy Scouts, but soon switched to harder stuff. I could go on in that vein, but will lose the Boy from Bold. [Forgive me that, Patrick. Street punk wannabe talk. Not cool.] The NSRA led to the Dirty Hands of America, which lasted maybe a summer and a half.

By the time Jeff was in his second or third semester at Merced College and I was at naval basic training and Jones was at Defense Language Institute, the Flames spark began as the Dirty Hands began cleaning up their act, and from the conjoining of Mark McAllister and Jeff, who had been a model airplane enthusiast, archer, and astronomy buff (he and his dad built a telescope together, and went to the archery range together, too) and he got to do some silk screening as one of his electives.

He worked for his dad in the auto body shop and he was always tinkering, just like Lem, and he's still just the same way, never still--at least he has far more energy than I for that sort of thing. I think that he and Mark, aka Bullfrog, met out at the College in that class, and re-connected, having been friends in one or another club. Mark's father was an airman at Castle AFB and the family had spent a long time living in England, so Mark had that whole British thing down. He owned and played a Martin guitar and went with Belle Coats, the daughter of the man who owned the Record Rendezvous downtown.

I'm not sure of any of that about how the two connected, because I was out of town at that time. The two, Muskrat and Bullfrog, palled around quite a lot then, in 1967 and 1968. They had the same interests, which led to visiting the climbers' camp in Yosemite, meeting the Bircheffs and Jerry Anderson and some others.

When Jeff later in 1968 married Sharon Gomes and moved to the Bay Area, I had come back to town and had been to the Valley that spring of '68 with Jeff and Mark and Sharon, made a couple of trips there with guys from my barracks at Treasure Is., so I knew something of what appealed to me in short order. Jeff and Sharon separated and he began a time of working for Pacific Telephone, my dad's outfit. He lived in Oakland and then left, acquiring the climbing grant, and moving into Apathy House with Jones and myself. He made careful plans, emulating Chuck Pratt, I thought, who was Jeff's beau ideal, for the spring of 1970 in Yosemite, which he brought to fruition. He left for the Valley in early May. The Flames were thus brought to Yosemite, through these visits in early 1968.

I feel that we were the first noticeable groundswell of the tsunami of the tseventies, along with the Stuart-Donohoe-Moore gang. They were not official, like the Flames, just the locals, if locals can truly exist in a National Park. So Larry Moore cannot be said to have switched affiliations in any real sense. It's all farce anyway.

There will be a history quiz in the future. MAGENTA ALERT! ROYAL BLUE ALERT! It's an open book test.

You will be required to be able to spell Dolt, bolt, piton, nut, and belay, as well as ID Batso and Robbins from photos of Sheridan cartoons.

Study hard. TM's the guest grader. If he remembers.

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 1, 2012 - 12:06pm PT
off-topic

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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 1, 2012 - 01:18pm PT
First time I ever saw TM he cracked a joke at the base of Moby Tick.

I forgot the joke, and the punch line.

He'll have to tell it over.

Question: If Tough Mother had a kid, just how tough would this poor kid's feminine side be compared to the masculine. A devil of a question, but the devil's in the details.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 1, 2012 - 02:21pm PT
He's a little more serious, but still likes to have fun.

But that was fifteen years ago. He may have lightened up.

Isn't T.M. Herbert's son Tommy an M.D.? Maybe he could weigh in on this topic.--aspendougy


Ron is still waiting for slack from Werner before he gets super-serious.

"SLACK, Dipshit!"

Oh, now I remember.

TM was concerned that we didn't seem to have enough iron to finish the aid section further on. We were at the belay station, p2.

You wonder why I put this up about Tommy. I figured you might.

I can't tell you of any Flame with kids whose kids climb.

One of the Bircheff's maybe, that I don't know of. Ariel, don't think so. Avery Jones has been seen in a rock gym, but that obviously doesn't count. My stepson Scott the skater, he's been to the base of Lurking Fear as a porter for me. He was alrady into the boarding when he was fourteen when we met, and he was happy with it, so I never really offered to take him out climbing. Michel-Jon would never try it, I'm sure. Bevin would rather knit in her free time.

John Yeates hardly climbed at all, in fact Delectable Pinnacle was the pinnacle of his achievement climbing-wise, so far as I know,
though "A climb does not a climber make." I can't think of any other climbs he did, as a matter of fact. He must have done Sunnyside or Monday Morning or something.

He had a boy with his wife, the former YL maid, Sha'ala, who let the child nurse till he was old enough to be cranky about not having the tit. When she was away from the house, and John had the con, the kid would just throw a fit like Joe Cocker, sprawling on the floor, wailing at the top of his lungs, embarfassing the sh#t out of me for John's lack of discipline over his boy. Sha'a'la was in La Leche League, and it was like her life, her touchstone, which said little for the marriage, which failed eventually with more kids. I thought That Kid was totally out of order, and gone-dog spoiled. I don't think the kid had climbing in his blood. Just lots of calcium.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 1, 2012 - 02:39pm PT
Tommy got further up than I did. On everything...
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 03:34pm PT
How do you know Randy is looking at Jim Shirley? The photo was taken before I met Randy--probably in 1970 or early 71 by a man named Ron who lived in Portland. He was the then boyfriend of Terry Altman who worked at Degnan's. And long before Randy worked at North Face.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 1, 2012 - 03:49pm PT
No, no, Gypsy. It appears he's looking at Jim (or the baby) due to the juxtaposition of the photos is what I meant to convey.

I was wondering if he had ever inter-acted with Jim while he was on the sales staff at Telegraph and Stuart.

Asfar as that is concerned, I am more interested in finding whether Randy ever climbed with Doug Ross.

I also want to track down Doug or his sister, who was an NPS ranger, and is named Darin or something like it.

He may well have some photos or she may.


Let me compliment you on the MM show this week. I think I'm on my fifth or sixth listening. Alison Krause, ma o ma!
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 03:58pm PT
I haven't seen Doug or his sister since the 70's. I don't remember if Randy knew Jim Shirley but the name is familiar.


Here is a photo of the North Face staff of Telegraph Ave. in Berkeley when Randy worked there. We were on a x-country ski trip. I believe we skied to Dewey Point. I recognize Jeremy, Randy, me and Becky in the front row. Tom Applegate is in the back row along with Gretchen.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 04:02pm PT
Here is a set of proof sheets that Doug gave to me on a trip we did to the Marin Headlands.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 1, 2012 - 04:10pm PT
Yep, that's Becky and she looks much younger in the picture to me than she was. The hairstyle's young, so that might be it. Tom is definitely the Tom I remember. I never met Jeremy. That's Gretchen Baugh, student at Cal, and that's likely her BF Charlie standing next to her on the far right.

Tom and Linda Applegate were living in San Rafael. She was a one-time hopeful in the LA area in acting, but don't quote me. He and Mitch made it to Berkeley from one of the LA sports shops, and Mitch left the management to pursue something, I know not what, and left Tom the gig. I never met Mitch, I don't know the fellows in the shot other than those we've IDed, nor do I remember the blonde sitting on the right.

Where' Doug, what happened to Doug, unless that's him in the beard, which I don't think is the case. Forty plus years and the Captain still looks the same. How does one do that? L'Oreal? Avon? What's your secret, for that matter? Don't tell me it's the young hairstyle!
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 04:13pm PT
Well it was about 1973 so Randy and I would have been about 23.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 04:18pm PT

I must have taken this one and my position in the photo was taken up by Tom Applegate's wife, Linda
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 04:23pm PT
No, I am pretty sure that is not Doug in the long hair and beard. I have no idea where he has gone too. He had some pretty far fetched stories. I've known a few other people who could tell stories like that. But I always said; 'I don't care if a story is true; as long as it is a good story."
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 1, 2012 - 04:29pm PT
Uh-yep! That's the lovely Linda A. They had a daughter named Signe, born about '77.

Uh-yep! The truth is strictly over-rated around here. Gotta loosen up the imagination and Entertain and Educate.

Our memories are like didoes in the ice. They vanish.

Yet they are simply covered with the snow of old age.

They remain till the thaw.

Imagina!
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 04:37pm PT

The funnest rope swing ever--somewhere in the Marin Headlands.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 04:39pm PT
Imaginà

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uO0kN9E2K0
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 1, 2012 - 05:14pm PT
So I guess we are on time for the ceilli, Gypsy. Cool beans!

I'm intrigued, curious, and wondering about the piper in that song.

Is he playing a Musette de cour or is it a Biniou?

there is not the drone of the Scots pipes, and I don't think that it could be the Germanic version of the pipes, either, though I've never heard the doodlewhack or whatevre.

Qui est-il?
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 05:17pm PT
It is always described as a cornemuse--which is really just the french word for bagpipe. He is Breton, so probably some sort of biniou. Every country in Europe except Norway had a bagpipe at one time. They lost popularity when the accordion was invented. The Swedish pipe is called the sacpipa, the hungarian is the duda, the romanian is the cimpoii, the Italian is zampona, the Bulgarian gaida, the Spanish gaita. In the British isles there are a lot of pipes besides the Scottish warpipes. There are the Northumbrian small pipes, there is the uillean pipes of Ireland, etc.

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loïc_Taillebrest

Here is a beauty of a song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEZH2B3LHk0


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Céilidh
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 1, 2012 - 05:36pm PT
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Gypsy: Sad story... is there a moral?

Sigbjørn Bernhoft Osa på Hardingfele
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He is playing in the Concert Style of Ole Bull (1810-1880). Ole was called "The Paganini of the North" and had a tour thru the California Gold Fields (1850-51). Later, Ole founded a Community of like-minded Norwegians in Pennsylvania, called OLEANA.

zBrown: Finnish bagpipe
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Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 05:41pm PT
A nearby neighbor of the past three years here in the mountains of Appalachia was a bagpipe maker and player. I often heard him playing his pipes. When my friend Karen visited me two years ago I took her down to meet him. She plays the Bulgarian gaida and is one of the few women gaida players in the world. We had a wonderful afternoon with him swapping stories. About a month ago, he got up during the night and went out to the woods behind his house and shot himself in the head.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 05:46pm PT
The Norwegians don't need a bagpipe--who needs that when you have the hardingfele and dances like Telespringar and Valdres springar Which besides the Mezoseg of Hungary are my favorite dances in the world to do.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCipUC2iqkk
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 1, 2012 - 05:49pm PT
Well Gypsy those are some great songs there. I guess I'm covered since one set of grandparents are Scottish, but what are the Finnish pipes?


"Norwegians don't need a bagpipe" - Michele is gonna be happy to hear that.



Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 05:53pm PT
Säkkipilli

Well I always say that when the languages were distributed, Welsh got all the consonants and Finnish got all the vowels.

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 1, 2012 - 05:56pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GF1UMKEipU

I am one of the fortunate women who can do spinning dances all night and never get dizzy

Here are some friends of mine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88qAjRN6AYA
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 1, 2012 - 06:12pm PT
say hey - did anybody eat at Casa de Eva down there by the store on Telegraph?

We didn't have alot a dough in those days to go out eating, but we would spend money there.

Wow it didn't close until 1997.


http://blog.sfgate.com/inberkeley/2011/05/05/will-new-berkeley-restaurant-origen-break-locations-unlucky-streak/
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 1, 2012 - 09:10pm PT
Svenskin in a danskin it's complicated doing some things.
Now trouble's over, I am in deep green clover
Worry back in its cage where the bud bird sings

Sackbutts and tympans, kazoos and tin cans
A bagpipe from Sergipe and a hornpipe from a coasting vessel
Joined by a band of howler monkeys go together like chopsticks and learning the piano
Like Bukowski and Budweiser

Here's a fine set of Brazilian pipes. One's the tamarin, the other's the marmoset. You have to play these with a great deal of passion, as in most Brazilian musical expressions. They almost sound alive, sometimes. Have you ever heard a mambo played on the tamarin with concerti?
Boby Di Lan, the piper from Sergipe, is a fan of the tamarin. The marmoset, he says, is too heavy for marching and it's not comfortable without eating a large meal, so it's tough getting them in exactly the right mood for playing. So the tamarin's by far the more popular than ORGAN GRINDER'S MONKEY!*
* Jaybro, you thought I would forget. HAH!

edit: I'ts getning cnonfusining arounded here. zBrown Jaybro rrider Fffos-fossil climber LL LL t*r & Yeebus E. G-bus

I'm half in the BAG! Sex on the internet, no te dije!

Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 2, 2012 - 05:03am PT
Monkey See, Monkey Do
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Proudest Monkey
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Ok,ok - that's possibly WBraun...


The Mighty Mouse trick - this is awesome - fabulous gal:
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Proud Mouse (Click on cc to get the English translation)
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Mice are strongest (plural)
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 2, 2012 - 10:43am PT
thanks Marlow (my mom, not a big music listener had a Sebelius CD). I have a little container of dirt from the family farm there in Jalasjärvi, just down the road apiece (24 km) from Kurikka where Jakob and Hedvig lived before moving to Ironwood MI. Little known facts, but true nonetheless.

lonesome organ grinder
lonesome sparrow
lonesome hobo
lonesome when you go
lonesome whistle
lonesome death
lonesome day
lonesome town (B. Knight)

aahm so lonesome I could cry

Pancho needs your prayers it's true
But save a few for Ricky too

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zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 2, 2012 - 11:20am PT
did someone request some car related stuff?

HOT ROD LINCOLN (Charlie Ryan)



Rick's 1958 Cadillac

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 2, 2012 - 12:01pm PT
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 2, 2012 - 12:47pm PT
Ein Valdres springar
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On the other side - Valdresmarsjen
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Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 2, 2012 - 01:04pm PT
Love that hardangar--makin' me downright horney to dance

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYjXqXz4-r8

And the closest that Sweden gets to the springar is the slangpolska; here played by the supergroup Väsen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VW3Gv03rS_8

and that is a nyckleharpe which is the resonant fiddle of Sweden and the Swedish national instrument. The Norwegian national instrument is the hardangar fiddle.

and the nyckleharpe is similar to the hurdy-gurdy which is also a keyed-fiddle but uses a wheel rather than a bow.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNjDUeDCAic
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 2, 2012 - 01:12pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 2, 2012 - 01:12pm PT
PALE BLUE ALERT! (vaguely climbing-referenced remarks)

"If the fight gets hot, the songs get hotter. If the fight gets tough, the songs get toughter."

"It don't pay to organize unless you are organized."

"There's several ways of saying what's on your mind. And in states and counties where it aint't too healthy to talk too loud, speak your mind, or even vote like you want to, folks have found other ways of getting the word around. One of the mainest ways is by singing....No matter who makkes it up, no matter who sings it and who don't, if it talks the lingo of the people, it's a cinch to catch on, and will be sung here and yonder for a long time after you've cashed inyour chips."

"When the going gets weird, the weird get going."

"The bagpipe music got me jonesing for a single malt so I got some."

Which of the quotes above is not from WBraun? (Merry's quote)

Which one is bogus? (WBraun's)

Which one is not the quote you were seeking? (all the above)

Which one is Weird Al's? (who?)

Which is Bob Dylan's favorite? (not a clue)




Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 2, 2012 - 03:33pm PT
Case in point, when I Muvrini first started singing and writing songs (around 1979-80) the French government tried to put a stop to them saying they were subversive and seeking revolution merely because they were singing in Corsican not French. They used to be met by the gendarmes and the mayor of the town before they could set up their stages. The people got wind of it and they would all congregate somewhere else and thus the French government's ban on their performances actually increased I Muvrini's popularity. Now, they are a supergroup, and one of the most popular bands in Europe They play stadiums where thousands of people come to see them.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr7NzHLNzX4

And one of my favorite songs from their new album for which I did the photography.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPO2yXCXzpk



http://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/sets/72157605943164083/
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 2, 2012 - 06:16pm PT

Those wild wise guys from Szegerely

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvf52QQwjmo
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 2, 2012 - 06:18pm PT


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN3Jt8C-F0A
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 2, 2012 - 06:29pm PT
Gnawa trance music of Morocco

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYOFHm8gXeg

and one of the most beautiful songs of the Berber people

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHaFzkgk_Bs

and another song of revolution and the fall of Spanish fascism

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4g_Og3EiUM

and it would have been songs such as this that gave I Muvrini their "ribellu" status

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHG-78PzgbE

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 2, 2012 - 09:34pm PT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3Cec-bzj0Y
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 3, 2012 - 10:13am PT
http://www.outsidelands.org/madie_brown.php

http://www.panoramio.com/photo/23921868

Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 3, 2012 - 02:32pm PT
ZBrown

The places in Finland where you have roots

Jalasjärvi: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jalasj%C3%A4rvi

Kurikka: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurikka

Rautalampi: One of the places in Finland from where my ancestors came: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rautalampi
De tusen sjöars land.

Gypsy: Terra - well grounded, earthly beautiful...
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 3, 2012 - 02:34pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YafoQ7Lphug
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 3, 2012 - 03:02pm PT
Kurikka: Old whiskey barrel turned to Sauna and moved by Zetor tractor
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 4, 2012 - 01:47am PT
Oh, Yosemite

Oh, Yosemite

Oh, the same as me

I want to be

Oh, please, bear free



--old Mi-Wok plea

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 4, 2012 - 03:07am PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khdJR2le6yg

Poor Old N Thinks It's A Cadillac.

PONTIAC.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 4, 2012 - 03:36am PT
http://www.yosemitehikes.com/yosemite-valley/half-dome/half-dome.htm
In other words, how to stay out of Werner's hair.

Everybody that goes to the Valley goes for a reason.

But nobody wants to stay just one season.

Why, that rhymes with Phil Gleason!

Happy Pholidays, Hill!

De Flames

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=D0D3b4c2lI8&NR=1

Woe. Torn.

We'll see. Who is my name?

What I am trying to say is that PG was one of those question marks in my/our understanding of who was just exactly who and what were they doing here? Intricacies of partnership, levels of accomplishment, it don't mean ship unless you put your ghosts to rest.

And entertain myth.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXyyLPPRq68

Love the color.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 4, 2012 - 12:21pm PT
Paris pink cadillac

http://www.flickr.com/photos/collardgreens/8235207947/
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 4, 2012 - 03:02pm PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Björk interviews Arvo Pärt - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pDjT1UNT3s&feature=player_detailpage

 Silouans Song - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hUEKapz9cE&feature=player_detailpage
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 4, 2012 - 04:11pm PT
Ina Fandrich and Mama Lola visit Marie Laveau's grave in New Orleans



Marie's former house at Derby & Piedmont




Not Marie, Maria Sabina (Curandera)



In 1955, Gordon Wasson and Allan Richardson, made history by becoming the first documented --- or at least widely publicized --- white men KNOWN to have participated officially in the nocturnal mushroom ceremony. Under the guidance of Maria Sabina, Wasson and Richardson each consumed six pairs of the mushroom Psilocybe caerulescens var. mazatecorum after which they began to feel the effects, manifesting visions of geometric patterns, palaces, and architectural vistas. The results of that experience was published in Life Magazine, May 13 1957, in an article titled "Seeking the Magic Mushroom." That article is considered the inspiration for Dr. Timothy Leary and others to try similar mushrooms and halucinogens.


Waitin' for the tie in? Don't rush me big boyz and girlz. But here's a little tip for youze: The Walrus was Paul and where there's someone been smoking there was once a Flame.

-Arthur Conan Doyle


Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 4, 2012 - 05:04pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXZ2SWR1dw4
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 4, 2012 - 05:13pm PT

Took this photo when I visited in 2007. I want to explore Bavella more!!

http://video.mytaratata.com/video/iLyROoaft-V0.html


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M58pBCCeunQ

and great sami joiking

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kprl0CECykA

and desert rebels--Tuareg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXfkm4L0bU4

more desert rebels--West Sahara

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpnpyGAS374

and the Kamkars in Oslo
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 4, 2012 - 07:53pm PT
Thanks Gypsy.

neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Dec 4, 2012 - 09:00pm PT
hey there say, all... just checking in on you all,
:)
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 4, 2012 - 11:01pm PT
How much, how much? How much longer?
Everybody says you're usin' voodoo
I see your feet walk by themselves
How much, how much? How much longer?
Well everybody says you're usin' voodoo
I've seen your feet walk by themselves
How much, how much? How much longer?




Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 4, 2012 - 11:07pm PT
Interject.

Delicious apples. Who'll buy a nice, Delicious?

He's a kind mouse, so don't be suspicious.

It's no surprise if I say Bruce and I go way back on separate tracks, and our trains have simply come into this yard by trainmaster's elegant plan at the same time for trading cars, as it were.

He and I happened to meet in front of the Partisan Bar one Friday night posting while drinking. No magic, just the fickle finger of fate, which is fickler than fog in Marie's back yard.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 4, 2012 - 11:15pm PT
A sentence you say - all right.


Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."



All the friends I ever had are gone.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 4, 2012 - 11:30pm PT
Well cheer up.[Click to View YouTube Video]Revel in revelation.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 4, 2012 - 11:34pm PT
Hey Marlow. Thanks for the Finland posts. I am in contact with some of my relatives over there, though some are now in Sweden (as I understand it though, we Finlanders are not particularly fond of the Swedes). My cousin sent my mom a document of our family tree traced back into the 1600's. Elena is her name and she actually tracked back to the ship that my grandparents sailed to the "new" world on.




zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 5, 2012 - 12:00am PT
PONTIAC.

Yeah, but how do you know for sure?

The objective reality of social facts is sociology’s fundamental principle. Members to an organized arrangement are continually engaged in having to decide, recognize, persuade, or make evident the rational, i.e., the coherent, or consistent, or chosen, or planful, or effective, or methodical, or knowledgeable character of [their activities].

I 'm a wonderin' if this is de Coupe de Pancho Villa

it gotz de Flames and all de polished steel, if you know what I'm sayin'



May just all come down to the Phenomenology of Shamanism.





-Harold Garfinkel
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 12:04am PT
Animation is a lively topic.

Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer on TV tonight. Had to watch it one more time.

It's not Tex Avery, but then this isn't the Golden Age of anything, so it's all good.

I forsee a fork in the road coming soon. I had better take it.

Rudolf lead me with your knows to the right or in yur ignernce to the left.

And use your turn indicator, Santa.
http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/2011/11/29/what-to-do-in-oklahoma-on-nov-29-2011-check-out-yukons-christmas-in-the-park/
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 5, 2012 - 12:23am PT
Whaaal people got a lot a forks and knives and they gotta smoke something

[Click to View YouTube Video]
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 01:05am PT
On a subsequent Sunday I again wanted to go over to Indian Rock, and it turned out that three of the boys in the band [22nd Army Band at Ft. Mason] were going to a big band rehearsal in Oakland. One of them had a VW bug, and he said he would give me a ride over the Bay Bridge. I am sitting in the back, and the fellow in the passsenger seat lights up a cigarette, then turns around and hands it to me. I am about to say I have my own, when I notice it is a very thin cigarette, a reefer, muggle, some of the evil weed.

....pot seemed more like having sex before marriage, forbidden by the culture at large but actually quite a bit of fun. Stilll, it wasn't until I got into the band at Fort Ord that I came within sniffing distance. I suspected that some of the hipper musicians in the BOQ, draftees all, were toking up, but no one ever offered me any. Some of those musicians had been sent to Fort Mason. I didn't want to ask, but I was definitely waiting to be offered a joint.--Going Up, Joe Fitschen
http://www.JoeFitschen.com


Thanks, Wayno and Dave Y!

:O)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 01:11am PT
http://studiosquarewave.wordpress.com/6/

Delicious!

Flame on!
Borut

Mountain climber
Ljubljana, Slovenia
Dec 5, 2012 - 01:17am PT
zBrown, isn't that Milt Hinton pluckin' the bass with Cab?

Borut
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 01:54am PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]

Suffering from a sometimes fuzzy memory, oftentimes fuzzy thinking, and right now from the warm fuzzies, his day draws to a close.

Thanks to all who care about the past and hope for the future.
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Dec 5, 2012 - 03:50am PT
hey there say, gypsy...

just checking in, between painting...

i loved learning about this... thanks a lot--the bagpipe stuff:
It is always described as a cornemuse--which is really just the french word for bagpipe. He is Breton, so probably some sort of biniou. Every country in Europe except Norway had a bagpipe at one time. They lost popularity when the accordion was invented. The Swedish pipe is called the sacpipa, the hungarian is the duda, the romanian is the cimpoii, the Italian is zampona, the Bulgarian gaida, the Spanish gaita. In the British isles there are a lot of pipes besides the Scottish warpipes. There are the Northumbrian small pipes, there is the uillean pipes of Ireland, etc

always loved bagpipes... well, and that neat deep drum that folks
added later, :)

but bagpipes stand well alone, :)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 09:30am PT
They call them "peeps" in the "heelands" neebs.

Ewe should know that the reason the sheep...

Won't go there. Just say wooly buggers five times real fast instead.

What's got me going here this morning is the idea that so much of what we have done in our lives is based on what our role models, the pioneers, those who went before, the BITD guys, the old school, the amorphous group of beings somewhere in the past called the Twilit Zone. The Flames thread is intended to lift the vale of darkness, as it were, from the past.

Joe Fitschen comes to the fore once more. His great writing has so much that is common to so many of us. His love for music, his love for adventure, his love to tell of that, so much empathy going on it's burdonsome, to a degree, but muses bite and chew my sit-stilled nedss and I need to post this I just read in Going Up.

My friends and Flames took to the road in 1970, went to the Bugaboos, had our adventures, our n00b encounters with snowfields and a great deal of luck, just as this group of mountaineers, except they had a whole lot harder time of it. It makes me grateful for what turns out to be the trip of a lifetime for many of us.

I'd love to hear of similar sojourns by the relatively inexperienced, to the Bugs, especially.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 09:34am PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]What are we waiting for?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 09:37am PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]Montserrat.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 5, 2012 - 09:42am PT
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/59523484/
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 09:46am PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]Musically migrating mice congregate in Asheville, NC, generally around 10 a.m. PST to listen in to Gypsy play the oldies from Andy Williams to the Theme from Fritz the Cat on http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations

Just a reminder.

http://www.lonelyplanet.com/france/corsica/sights

"The Col de Bavella (Bavella Pass) is overlooked by the imposing silhouetee of one of the most striking and beautiful landscape features in the south of Corsica: the sharp points of Aiguilles de Bavella, also called the bavella needles. If you're lucky, you may spot a few of the mouflons (wild mountain sheep) that sashay around the area."--Lonely Planet on Col de Bavella
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 5, 2012 - 09:53am PT
More like from Albania to Zanzibar
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 5, 2012 - 10:06am PT
@timidTR. Whilst occasionally colliding in the ether, the amalgamated image appearing up yonder in this thread is as close as Herr mouseB and Dr. zBrown have come to one another physically.

succinct - no?

zB and his ex-wife Ms. exzB and Dr. Carlos Castaneda's TA rLee did on one occasion pass through Merced and being the anthropologically inclined lot that we were, stopped and visited with an old man sitting in a chair on his front lawn with his dog. This may well have been the elder mouse, but definitely was not z mouse we all have come to know (or already knew), since this was some 40 years ago.


I believe this is the place, which has obviously succumbed to the vagaries of modern life in Merced.

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 5, 2012 - 10:15am PT
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/1471690566/
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 10:23am PT
Some of the vagaries of life in Merced are fun, some not

va·gar·y
noun, plural va·gar·ies.
1.
an unpredictable or erratic action, occurrence, course, or instance: the vagaries of weather; the vagaries of the economic scene.
2.
a whimsical, wild, or unusual idea, desire, or action.

to put it succinctedly.

suc·cinct
adjective
1. expressed in few words; concise; terse.
2. characterized by conciseness or verbal brevity.
3. compressed into a small area, scope, or compass.
4. Archaic. a. drawn up, as by a girdle. b. close-fitting. c. encircled, as by a girdle.

having a roof fall in on your bathtub
nearly severing a finger while butchering at a carnitas feast
flopping the VW bug over on its side in the h.s. parking lot
actually finding work

Mundane, but highlights nonetheless.

It's all changing, though. The show's going on the road.

Be-bop top that, Kerouac.

Oh, yeah...I guess he is the top cat.

I can be the top mouse.

zBrown, better call shotgun!




Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 5, 2012 - 10:41am PT
As a chicken told me, some challenges, when topped too often, will bring you to the bottom. It's all metaphores of course

... off course.

A ditch is a ditch, but ditches or drains can be constructed in different ways that give them different legal status. And some ditches are not drains.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 11:23am PT
Of Corse.

A haha is fence in a ditch. It can be got around, under, over, or through, just like the Pall Malls I used to smoke in the Navy, where particular people congregated.
Some fences are unbreachable.
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 5, 2012 - 12:19pm PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Down the drain.
In style.

Ed: You're an artist Gypsy. Keep it coming.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 5, 2012 - 12:35pm PT
the drain

http://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsyflores/216523109/
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 12:47pm PT
Down the Dwain. Yep.

Down the Uppsala Staircase.

Downieville.

My parents used to go to Graegle every year with a group of friends

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1089821&msg=1092079#msg1092079

I had my own. To my knowledge, Millis never met my folks. I met his mom, of course, on the trip to JT in '70. And his two brothers.
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 5, 2012 - 01:06pm PT
Mouse:
Your OP was not clear about the intent of the thread. Do you prefer not-Yosemite-stuff not to be posted on this thread? I can stop posting OT.

The Yosemite Flames value of OT stuff in this thread, is that it keeps your Flames thread reposted more often. "Wide" threads with a bit of temperature tend to be posted more often than "narrower", more focused threads that easily burn out and end up in the ashes. It's a balance.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 01:22pm PT
What's balance have to do with it?--Tina Burner-OuterSpace-Time-Continuum-BoomBoom-Flake-eMouse

The wider the fish, the more net you need.

The more fish you release, the more karmic you feel.

The more karmic you feel the better.

And so feed your mice, release your fish--they're not your dish, and say your grace at every fishless meal.

Unless you live in Corsica and fish for a living.

Any Seine pursen knows that.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 5, 2012 - 02:04pm PT
I think I misplaced mine. may I have shotgun please, please, please.


-James (Don't Callme mrPostman) Brown



Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 5, 2012 - 02:16pm PT

The Seine at night (from my visit to Paris in 2011)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 03:15pm PT
Seriously, you have to love the Mediterranean peoples.


For years now, a growing number of my constituents have been of Italian descent and I've come to know them well. They have honored me with their support and with their friendship. Indeed I can proudly say that some of my very best friends are Italian Americans...These hearings on the Mafia are in no way whatsoever a slur upon the great Italian people. Because I can state from my own knowledge and experience that Italian Americans are among the most loyal, most law-abiding, patriotic, hard-working American citizens in this land. And it would be a shame, Mr. Chairman, if we allowed a few rotten apples to give a bad name to the whole barrel. Because from the time of the great Joaquin Muriettaup through the time of Gypsy Rose Lee, right up until the present day, with such Congressmen as Sonny Bono and Al Franken (names are deceiving), Italian Americans have been pioneers in building and defending our great nation. They are the salt of the earth, and they're one of the backbones of this country.--Sen. Geary, the GFII

Why do you think the french word for "to carry" is portager?

Because it took the Portagees that long to decide what to do with the wheel? Noooo. But that was good.

The Finns, however, didn't need the wheel, having sleds. But no toboggans. And reindeer. Many-many reindeer.

Gotta love Rudolf. Bright, colorful dude.


Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 5, 2012 - 03:20pm PT
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Joaquin Murietta was Mexican...actually a Californio

which probably meant somewhere in his origin was native-american mixed with spanish.

I am a portagee
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 03:34pm PT
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 5, 2012 - 03:44pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOMyTMeeJZc
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 5, 2012 - 03:48pm PT
Weight. Just wait. Not Tom Waitts. Not Waitress In a Doughnut Shop.

Not The Weight (Annie's had enough). if you wait patiently it won't come any sooner. Waiting isn't worth waiting for.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The Grateful Dead Live at Merramec Community College 1970-05-14
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bK5bMF8B2Z4

Lyrics By: Robert Hunter
Music By: Jerry Garcia

Please don't dominate the rap, Jack
If you got nothing new to say
If you please, don't back up the track
This train's got to run today

I spent a little time in the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
I heard some say "better run away"
Others say "better stand still"

Now I don't know but I've been told
It's hard to run with the weight of gold
Other hand I heard it said
It's just as hard with the weight of lead

Who can deny? Who can deny?
It's not just a change in style
One step done and another begun
In I wonder how many miles?

I spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
Things went down we don't understand
But I think in time we will

Now I don't know but I was told
In the heat of the sun a man died of cold
Do we keep on coming or stand and wait
With the sun so dark and the hour so late?

You can't overlook the lack Jack
Of any other highway to ride
It's got no signs or dividing lines
And very few rules to guide

I spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
I saw things getting out of hand
I guess they always will

Now, I don't know but I've been told
If the horse don't pull, you got to carry the load
I don't know whose back's that strong
Maybe find out before too long

One way or another
One way or another
One way or another
This darkness got to give
[etc]

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 5, 2012 - 05:22pm PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 5, 2012 - 09:52pm PT


You cursed brat, look what you've done to me! I'm meeeeeeeeeeeeeeelltinnnnnnnnng

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aopdD9Cu-So

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nauLgZISozs
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 6, 2012 - 02:39am PT
We know where Waldo be. At.

PBBB/Born in Chicago
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBCEst6dWx4

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 6, 2012 - 07:39am PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaV-S5ivX3E
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 6, 2012 - 01:33pm PT
East-West was a nice wake-up. I listened to it while I shaved.

I'm going to the movies, then see about plane tickets to TdF.

Or near Iviza.

Here's the West (Mediterranean).
Here's the East Indian Ocian).Have a nice day.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 6, 2012 - 07:14pm PT
1963 - the vagaries of iron minds

just don't die from TB before they shut 'em down

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Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 6, 2012 - 07:21pm PT

Flame on
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 6, 2012 - 08:39pm PT
I'm curious gFlores, how does one determine that this bird has flown or gone astray?

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 6, 2012 - 08:45pm PT
because it is a tropical seabird rarely found on the north coast of California

http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Brown_Booby/id
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 6, 2012 - 08:46pm PT
i knew you could explain it. Now, one more. Did you know at the time you took the photograph (wouldn't it be nicer if the subject gave the photograph?) the rarity of the event.

My experience with birds is kind of limited to knowing my friend Larry, who did a Master's thesis on coots.

and thank you for the handy bird reference


http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/american_Coot/id

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 6, 2012 - 08:56pm PT
Yes, I knew it was a rarity. I was on a birder's email list and they always send out announcements about such events. Finding the bird even though one knows approximately where they hang out is another story. The booby being the size that it is was certainly easier than looking for say something the size of a tanager; but still they sometimes are where someone said they last saw them and most of the time they are not. I am not a "birder" per se; but a bird photographer. So of course I kept checking and looking for it until I finally found it. At another time there was an adult brown booby in the area and that one hung out at a different place. Once at the harbor I was able to photograph a puffin which was also very rare. Most of the time though, I photograph the residents and the migrants; rarities are more difficult to encounter. And what is a rarity one place is a common bird in another. I live in Appalachia and on the east coast the only hummingbird that really is seen around here is the ruby-throat. A rarity would be an Anna's hummingbird which is very common in California and one I have photographed many times. And speaking of coots--they are very very common most places but not only a rarity in Hawaii but considered endangered there...


http://www.flickr.com/photos/raineys/8172699817/in/photostream
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Dec 6, 2012 - 10:12pm PT
Coots are NOT endangered in de Flames thread.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 6, 2012 - 10:58pm PT
We have two feeders and see a lot of (what most likely are Rubies) hummingbirds. They can be very aggressive.

Anyway, now I'm gonna have to ask Mr. Murdoch, just what it was that he determined about those coots (in the back bay of Newport Beach).

OT: My little dog is named Ruby and we sure had a good ol' time making hand-cranked ice cream and home made salsa from Jeanie's garden. Don't touch your eyes.

Oh yeah, trouble ahead, trouble behind, but is anything endangered in the Flames thread(za)?









zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 6, 2012 - 11:50pm PT
I either remembered, dreamed or upon reflection determined that I had seen this all before.



Some might say that all the rounders here are collectively unconscious

alternatively, as Carl viewed it:

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 7, 2012 - 05:07pm PT
Why are birds always flying in my photoshop dreams?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 8, 2012 - 10:27pm PT
Why's France north of Corsica istead of south?

Photoshop some drivel I found, put it on TP, then post it on ST, then claim you are a Norwegian poet, challenge the greatest of all dead hipster poets with something he cannot ever do.

The Flame Retards.

Mojo is dead. Disco is dead. God lives for emo and sent his only other begotten son, Werner, to cut the lawn and mow the grass, but he went climbing instead.

Always with the "why?" Why?

You sound like Whynerds, kids, it's disgusting. Your father...
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 8, 2012 - 10:37pm PT
Cry baby cry, make my mother sigh

I'm old enough to know better


Please help me I'm falling

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 8, 2012 - 11:51pm PT

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Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 9, 2012 - 05:32am PT
Stuck Mojo: I'm American
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Mouse: Irony is dead. Your turn. It's a circle, isn't it? Why break it?
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 9, 2012 - 08:55am PT

In my opinion, you need more tuba

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3zhqWXtDDE
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 9, 2012 - 11:24am PT
tuba what?



Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 9, 2012 - 01:16pm PT
Gypsy

Some brass for you.
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 9, 2012 - 02:21pm PT
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It's three shopping days to Throwpie's Birthday, Dec. 19th.

I'm getting him a set of CDs of Gilligans Island.

I remember Ginger's boobies.

I am keeping this video, with the cameo of WBraun as the SAR buoy.

HAPPY HIPPY BIRTHDAY, Steve!
Sixty-two J's on a cake! Wow! Let's party!

See my Facebook page. http://www.facebook.com/#!/brian.bermingham.31

"Pick up Atuba Toothpaste at your chemist's today."--advert suggested by MAD

"It's Alofa Bread you don't knead, we do it for you."--another failed MAD failed advert

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 9, 2012 - 04:28pm PT
Dec 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

Which three is it safe to shop on? Does he accept Paypal?




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Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 9, 2012 - 08:51pm PT
love the Balkan Brass Battle Marlow--too funny.

These guys aren't a brass band but they are pretty wild too

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqGN23fn6j0

and from Poland we journey to Albania for a fabulous clarinetist

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GWE_cNUx_U

and back to Poland for a Macedonian dance

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xwht_p5WcmE

and why not Macedonia for a great cocek from Esma Redzepova's late husband

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEU9zp8JU6o
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 9, 2012 - 11:02pm PT
Kapela ze Wsi Warszawa wasn't one of Willy Wonka's favorites.

Werner was.

Stupid candy-asses go home.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2Ok4WlWn10
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 9, 2012 - 11:22pm PT
Art takes time, time is money
Money's scarce and that ain't funny

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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 10:59am PT
Bull. Phil Bircheff is a exculpturist, and he took his art seriously enough that he had a sculpture ongoing most of the time in camp. But he is professional.

And there are lots of other ways to spend down-time in the confines of the climbers' camps which don't require capital, just time, and which exercise one's artistic side. It's not all making pitons and drawing topos.


http://www.thecross-photo.com/The_Gift-Toothpick_Sculpture_by_Robert_C_Haifley.htm

Next time ask for paper bags at the store.
http://www.arttherapyblog.com/art-therapy-activities/bag-self-portrait-art-therapy-activity-2/
http://webecoist.momtastic.com/2009/09/23/upcycled-art-paper-bags-return-to-their-tree-roots/

If you can find aluminum cans to recycle, you can find them to make art.
http://webecoist.momtastic.com/2009/09/23/upcycled-art-paper-bags-return-to-their-tree-roots/

As for manners, well...We should all be glad Werner's not too polite about a lot. Keeps it real. You have to be polite to the guy who's rescuing you, but he doesn't need your BS.

And then there's the music.


Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 10, 2012 - 11:09am PT
Thank you for the trip, Gypsy.

More ear candy
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WBraun is the spirit of the Komodo dragon recycled. That's not bad...
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Mouse: Thanks for Minuet and Dance of the Blessed Spirits. I can hear them dancing. Is someone you know playing?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 11:11am PT
Phil's work outside Derryberry's place.
The Devil came down to South America.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 11:48am PT
Marlow, the lady sings Che Faro, "What Is Life?"

It is from Orfeo and Euridyce, one of my favorite operas, not much seen any longer, but which I primarily like because of "the Dance of the Blessed Spirits." Kathleen Ferrier is known for this role as Orfeo, one of the two she customarily sang, the other as Lucretia in Britten's The Rape of Lucretia, q.v.
[Click to View YouTube Video]We have all lost loved ones. It's an important part of life to keep on living when they leave. It's our turn sooner than we know. I love this song, because it's so comforting. Like a deathly lullaby. Makes me want it, but not just yet, Woody.

It's equally important not to forget the departed. We are doing well.

It's not too much to think there's only heaven, never hell.

Kathleen died at the height of her fame from cancer in 1951. Death is such a spoilsport.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 10, 2012 - 03:25pm PT
Don't just follow the herd, lead it.




-Leader of the Pack, smoke 'em if ya got 'em

Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 10, 2012 - 03:30pm PT
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Herding cats? Never ever... Lol...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 04:36pm PT
^^^^^^^^
The Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra under the baton from Eckehard Stier performed Mussorgsky's Pictures at an exhibition and the highlights "Baba Yaga" and "The great door from Kiev" live at Auckland Town Hall in February 2010.

[Click to View YouTube Video]Hitting the road on the night before Christmas, Bevin's birthday.

Going to visit the CosmicCrags. Man, wife, parrots.

Hitt me, Kkrishna! With that rhythym schtickk!

So I'm goin' to the crags and I'm packin' my bags.

It's not Tierra del Fuego, but the climate's suitable for what I have to wear. I don't have anything to pack except Fires and Superlight bag. And some underwear and a book. And the ashtray. And the remote.

I don't have anything here I'll need there.

I just spoke-mailed CC and all is set.
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Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 10, 2012 - 04:46pm PT
Cosmic
I love their daring spirits.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 05:03pm PT
Electric Light Parrots. Ents, Leaves, Palms. Erb Light Panatela. Elbow Lever Punch. Elmo Loves ... Poor fuching Elmo, we'll leave it at that.

Only one parrot on his shoulder means he is not going to laugh at you in front of his friends, kemo sabe...--Taunt O, the Sherpa-Lumpa sidekick

Keith looks like he's dressed for Vegas in the "recital." Good jazz, you head of hop smoke and rock dust and parrot down. A real power trio you have up there. Like Buddy Holly and his Crickets.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 05:21pm PT
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I went and wisited the Werner and Merrys (and cat) enough this year. Here's the video I meant to post after Facelift and clean foggodaboudditt.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 10, 2012 - 05:32pm PT
Still dreaming!

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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 05:49pm PT
[Click to View YouTube Video]Amigo to hell and back. Brothers in blues and reds and puke-greens. The Non-Emergency Red and Blue Cross Depression Emerging Crisis Intervention Squad (NERBCDECI Squad)* is on the way to help the afflicted VegasClimber get his bearings.

I have a feeling peer pressure alone will get his climbing jones going. We'll shame him like a miscreant of another race, we'll even throw pie in his ugly old face. We'll cajole him, rock/roll him, beguile him, but not heil him.

*Nerb-see-decky Squad.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 06:04pm PT
OMG, someone get me off of this overcrowded, stuffy, overheated, meandering-like-a-lost-cow commuter bus creeping along the Mass. Pike...please?????!--Lilabiene in the last sixty minutes

Calls for the NSD Squad are a dime a dozen, but this is "fue real" from the lady with Dolt's nose.

We need some help, here. Lady goin' to crack up here!

[Click to View YouTube Video]Snap out of it! Think odd thoughts of things like, oh, sealing wax. Boogers. Anything but commuting.

Alex commutes on the Nose. WTF. You commute where you are polluted.

Mick looks drunk, eh? I'm working on my escape from normal.

F*#k a nervous nellie, that woman's nothing like you, Lilabiene. You'll get your wings and fly once you've gone out on the Arete.

So there. You've been singed by de Flames. Feel intervened?

Are you on your diet? God forbid you have nothing to do...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 06:33pm PT
Camp 4 Old Couple

O! ‘tis sad in Camp 4 when it begins to freeze and snow,
With the boulders buried ‘neath the last good blow,
And the dark nights dreary with the coyote’s cry,
And I thinking, thinking of the days gone by.

O! the happy Summers of the olden days,
When the brown bears through the garbage grazed,
And my frozen heart that I still eagerly embrace
Melts a little bit, warmed by your peaceful face.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 10, 2012 - 08:40pm PT

Taken through the front windshield of a car while I was sitting as a passenger riding on the highway
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 09:51pm PT
View out my mind's window.This falls went down with all hands, no survivors. It's the fiscal cliff, the tears of Boehner flowing.

GD/Visions of Johanna
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwOpK3zXnXI

Yeah, I got the two prints, framed and glassed and on a two-thirds discount last week, same time that nneebbee collected her BOB (Big Old Bierstadt). It's only a coincidence we've been emailing and enjoying our age with one another, then something like this comes out of the dang azure skies. Funny how it goes. I can't explain...it's all so hard to get along...infinity's on trial, maybe.

I'm ready for the highway blues.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 10, 2012 - 10:17pm PT
ready steady go

highway

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8df0zNQHjwE
(notice the guitar riff is It's all right ma)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c21YxqJCPmc

johanna you say?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_eQ3Vx3ygo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vgi_6Gejjv4

idiots blowing in the wind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdmH3y3AxY0


that's some nerve ya got there son

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceZDiaYr6Os


i'd take the highway, if you just let me follow you down

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMLs0cpYwyk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5z4-Ra-5yo


sara oh sara - something's telling me something

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9D5R516XUE

i'm still dreaming California, kiss my mouth sometime, I got a black tooth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zG_8vxJ4Drk

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 11:12pm PT
Yow, that's too much homework. WTF?

I could see a book report, but that's a week's worth of grinding.

Guess I better hit the books. Hope there's some porn in that stack.

I haven't even looked yet and I'm complaining. How's the kid in me? Just fine.

1-Fabulous. I learned I can bury a body three times out on Hwy 51. BD's body specifically. We'll wait'll he's really dead.

"If Werner's the komodo, the walrus is Paul, then that could mean Bob's an armadyllo, I'm not a mouse, and we're all parrots on this bust."--Locker in a saner, more-serious-than-not moooood swiiiiing, channeling Maynard G. Drebs, who never really existed--how's he do that?

2-It's never too late to pray. I simply question its efficacy in the face of real danger. It's why I wear a St. Chris. Even if he's officially discredited, who gives a shite? Dynomite, just blow me.

I prefer the simplicity and rhythym of the theme from Peter Gunn, frankly. Or the Batman theme. Or The Bird.

3-Rare as a jewel in the lotus paste. God loves a good virgin Johanna. Un miracolo!

4-Short electrified version (no folk guitars need apply):

Lights flicker from the opposite loft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn off

We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously


5-I think the combo of harmonica and organ, or harp and organ, or mouth organ/harp and organ, is charming, nice, interesting, quaint, soulful; and I wish I knew what he was singing about and could write like that.

Taking a break, here, boss!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 11, 2012 - 01:59am PT
Albert King/Don't Throw Your Love On Me So Strong
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EU3FMsIyNh4

Mike Bloomfield/It Takes Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G6ov3lQJ7w

"You know what it means to be alone."

John Hammond/My First Plea
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oFCM7XTP_E

The subject of this last song may be off the list, so to speak, but WTF. The blues don't care.

The blues almost always makes me feel better because that guy's got it so much focking worse. Yeah.

And the music can be soft and restful like a lover's embrace, like old John Hammond just proved.

Life is full of irony, just not so many fair ironmonger's daughters and granddaughters.

And so this set is for Lilabiene, so blue. Losing her purple.

Full Spectrum Alert: Magenta, Royal Blue, all other colors of alert will be posted ASAP. Unless the situation levels out. It may have with the TR she posted, or it may only drive her to further distraction.

We're sending in the Barbershoppers, this is a Total Alert!
SPEBQSA to the rescue!
rescue!
rescue!
Li-i-i-i-la-a-a-a-a!
[Click to View YouTube Video]The closest I could find to your name, Lilabiene, was Lida Rose. Feel the harmony and the care with which they sing. They look a little Doltish or elven or ME-born to me with their beards.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 11, 2012 - 07:48am PT
One afternoon that September, I was sitting at our camp table when a car drove slowly up to the climber’s area and then over to the far side of one of the large boulders....the strum of a guitar, and two voices raised in mournful harmony....folk music, obviously, but song I’d never heard.

In California, in the late fifties, if someone mentioned folk music, they probably had in mind the Kingston Trio (“Did they ever return, no, they never returned) or Harry Belafonte (“Day-O”). If you were more hip you liked Odetta and the Weavers and Pete Seeger. Our Camp 4 troubadours turned out to be from the East, dropouts from Dartmouth: Bill Briggs and Bob Coltman. That Briggs was also a climber explained their presence in Yosemite, although they hadn’t come to do any climbing.

[Joe here explains the presence of Judith, a girlfriend of Gary Hemming, and his subsequent arrival and departure in search of them in Mexico.]

While they were in Camp 4, Bill and Bob sang songs ranging from Childe Ballads* (later made popular by Joan Baez and Joni Mitchell, to songs weitten by Woodie Guthrie and Ewan macColl and the anonymous singers of Appalachia. One afternoon, Bob sang nothing but murder ballads for over an hour. I heard for the first time songs like woody Guthrie’s “Deportee” and “Pastures of Plenty,” Ewan MacColl’s “The first Time Ever” and songs like “Rambler, Gambler,” “Jug of Punch,” “Rose Connelly,” “Whiskey in the Jar,” and “Don’t Sing Love Songs (you’ll wake my mother“).

It was a trove of American culture that I had no idea existed. Bill’s other contribution to our camp was Teton Tea, a concoction seemingly invented just for climbers.

Pour a gallon or so of water into a large pot perched over the fire. Add a dozen tea bags tied into a knot for easy retrieval later on. Add the juice, and subsequently the rinds, of six or more lemons. Then let a gallon of port wine, the cheaper the better, gurgle into the pot. And, if finances allow, add two packages of frozen raspberries. Heat, stir, and serve.


Sort of makes you want to sing along.--Going Up, Joe Fitschen


* The Child Ballads are a collection of 305 ballads from England and Scotland, and their American variants, collected by Francis James Child in the late nineteenth century. The collection was published as The English and Scottish Popular Ballads between 1882 and 1898 by Houghton Mifflin in 10 volumes. — Excerpted from Child Ballads on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Dec 11, 2012 - 01:44pm PT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kj4RHYJdcE4

and just because it is almost Christmas

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBGkhPx529g

and street brass


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W535a41dieA

and never too much Albanian clarinet in our lives

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-K5HvCVKDAk

and a favorite dance instructor

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PpdcH4SexI
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 11, 2012 - 04:56pm PT
Arthur McBride's not just a Christmas tune. It's anti-recruitment for the military might of Great Britain. A protest song.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_McBride

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Ode to Chuck/Forrest McCarthy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeJo9MRqqHw

Chuck's music collection represented by the Gypsy Kings, Edith Piaf, Enya.

Chuck's areas of operation are shown to be Yosemite, Thailand, Wyoming.

Chuck's frie