It's not a well-corroborated story, you can understand.
One day, around the beginning, God pondered how to do rocks.
He said something and something happened and the problem solved itself.
It took a few bilion years, but it came out fine. Except the choss.
Some of which is present in the photo. Paint choss the colour it seems. That stuff on the Feather is not exactly the iron shade of the rest of the north country, that ever-present red. It's dirty yellow and chunky. That may be just a slide, or maybe a roadcut. And it's choss, so blunder through it if you need to.
neebee, treebee, rockee
Rock ye on...
edit: I recommend the climb of Mr. Yuk at the end of Rock On. A 13 yr-old doing a 14 at Smith Rocks. Sport climbing, but hey...
You know I hate to climb on snow (except on rambles it's OK cuz you don't need crampons and an ax, big hassles for yours truly, who prefers minimal gear to slow you down.
This really shows me how much ice there is to avoid. That's what it shows me. It's a very colourful map, too.
say all you cool katz, truly a case of bark worse than byte
Couldn't execute query to find thread count to current msg from forum database.
SQL: SELECT count(*) FROM forum WHERE topic_id= AND id<=2088557
Page: /inc/editforum2.php
Error:You have an error in your SQL syntax; check the manual that corresponds to your MySQL server version for the right syntax to use near 'AND id<=2088557' at line 1
It's Friday out there. It's safe as milk in The Flames, though. We got stuff to cure all y'all's ills.
It's Lent. Suffer.
late 14c., short for Lenten (n.) "forty days before Easter" (early 12c.), from Old English lencten "springtime, spring," the season, also "the fast of Lent," from West Germanic *langa-tinaz "long-days" (cf. Old Saxon lentin, Middle Dutch lenten, Old High German lengizin manoth), from *lanngaz (root of Old English lang "long;" see long (adj.)) + *tina-, a root meaning "day" (cf. Gothic sin-teins "daily"), cognate with Old Church Slavonic dini, Lithuanian diena, Latin dies "day" (see diurnal).
the compound probably refers to the increasing daylight. Cf. similar form evolution in Dutch lente (Middle Dutch lentin), German Lenz (Old High German lengizin) "spring." Church sense of "period between Ash Wednesday and Easter" is peculiar to English.
Fast during "slow." Good one.
I never heard of these bloaks. Will Hands? But it's Brown, so it may be a relation. Brown-eyed handsome men, eh?
Never push. Shove it, but never push.--Bo Jangles
neebee, here's a video for you. Don is speaking of imbalance caused by sinuses being out-of-whack, like what you were talking about on another old thread, so you may want to try to watch this one if possible.
That's the USPS for ya! Great to hear and you earned it!
The morning was crap, I thought, here in town it was okay-looking, but the mountains didn't look that springtime warm.
Credit: mouse from merced
Hite Cove and wildflowers could wait and I crawled back to the sack.
Down at the Farmer's Market I met up with Richard Carlson, my tentmate from the Lodge Employees tents over in the margin of Leidig Meadow in 1968. We both earned Block Ms on the varsity swimming team in 1966.
Credit: mouse from merced
Jane Ornberig & Richard "Rainbow" Carlson.
Credit: mouse from merced
Richard and Jane Orenburg this morning.
Jane is MHS, class of '65. It made me real happy to see Rich has hooked up with such a smart and sassy lass. He was real down about his late wife's passing for quite a while.
His nickname has always been "Rainbow." The eight-hour loaf.
The Apathy House Stooges, Larry, Mouse, and Muskrat, before the apathy, before graduation, even.
Larry.
Credit: mouse from merced
Mouse.
Credit: mouse from merced
Muskrat, later the Rev.
Credit: mouse from merced
CO Williams, my next door neighbor on Olive Ave. and senior class president.
Credit: mouse from merced
Brent Saitch, voted best-dressed senior. A shuttle driver in the Valley for the '71 or '72 season.
Credit: mouse from merced
At different times in 1971 or 1972, these two fine upstanding Merced High School Key Clubbers were helped up Monday Morning Slab (Right Side for CO and Left Side for Brent) by the fine guides of The Flames of Campo Quatro, Mouse and the Rev, in exchange for contrabandos--Panama Red from CO and Boone's Farm from the bus driver.
CO is named for his dad, Carvel Oliver, but it's CO. Both Brent and CO worked after school at Julio's Men and Boys on Main, so they were naturally well-groomed and popular. CO went to work for PG&E and ran crews and did troubleshooting in the City and hung out skatboarding with Throwpie on occasion in the seventies. He's always been the motorcycle maniac. He's even more like Whillans now, physically, "twelve stone over." Brent's just retiring from Merced College as a psychotic's instructor. (I'm sure there are plenty there.) He has a Harley. So? CO has ten bikes. That run. What's in the garage not working, who knows? Many.
Carvel and CO were my next-door neighbors and Larry was my neighbor across the back fence. Carvel ran the sales counter at Yosemite Lumber Co. on Sixteenth next to the old SP tracks, now the BN. His family is from Mariposa, and his brother was an engineer on the YVRR.
Here's a shot of Yosemite Farms over on the Santa Fe tracks. Just so you know, there's a Yosemite Ag Credit, too. No connection to Yosemite Farms. Odd.
The Santa Fe going to Atwater, Turlock, Modesto, and points north. This used to be Hadley's, the one that sent the fruit to neebee from SoCal.
Credit: mouse from merced
As long as I'm rapping about old guys from high school, there is a real good-feeling shot from the newspaper a few years ago that I want to share.
Joe's kid is an owner of the Partisan Bar. Gary P. was in my 8th gr. class in 1961, one of the first kids I met here.
When I got this today and scanned it thinking it was good for zBrown, who loves woodies in the sand at the beach or in the bed of a 1952 vintage pick-up; with reason, and like zBrown, I had lofty hopes for the end prod.
The correction of the color from scanner output wasn't obvious, however, so I snapped some snaps and got this result in my curious search for the zBrownian goal, i.e., definite answers to vague questions about dark and light at absolutely no charge, which infers neutrality, a total oxymoron. Stupid, stupid Finns. Always overlooking the obvious, their skills as observers, or at least the skills of the watered-down Finn, are maybe a bit too casual. I'm finished. :)
but good ole Uncle Joe
is no longer movin' slow
and he's even ceased to show
any function
Bea Benaderet from Shady Rest, also resting in peace, layed down yak tracks with Wilma in the first four years of The Flintstones.
Bea was Blanche, Gracie's neighbor
and say goodnight, Gracie...uh Miss Allen...did your brother ever get over his new riders?
Bea as far from me and it when i go to mention that any casual observator of the last minute of this shortie will recognize Supertopoc.mom, nonetheless but I shall
Let us know!