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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.
T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Nov 25, 2012 - 09:49am 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."

Mouse,
More commonality.
Both of my grandfathers were railroad men (Iowa)
and I have pulled some nice trout from the Delta stretch.
Have a great day,
Tad




Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 25, 2012 - 11:11am PT
Sheila Slattery &#40;and my son in right corner&#41; on a backpacking ...
Sheila Slattery (and my son in right corner) on a backpacking trip we did about 1977 in the North Cascades.
Credit: Gypsy
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 25, 2012 - 11:35am PT
This was taken two years ago here in NC with my camera and lens.  As y...
This was taken two years ago here in NC with my camera and lens. As you can see I am a lot grayer!!
Credit: Gypsy
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
Be prepared to stand the fk by, MoFoots and Motomaniacs.
Be prepared to stand the fk by, MoFoots and Motomaniacs.
Credit: mouse from merced
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!
T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Nov 25, 2012 - 01:35pm PT
"Can we camp at Tom's Thumb?"

Yup, Right under it if we want.
20 yards from truck to base.

Since my days there 35 yrs. ago someone has constructed
a fire ring and hauled a large spool for a table to the base.
We will need to bring our own water,sh!t like bears in the woods,
get a wilderness permit if we want fire and of course pack out our own trash.

Should we start a For The Fathers thread or stay here?
Tad


A couple pics of the accomodations
Base of Toms Thumb
Base of Toms Thumb
Credit: T Hocking
Bivy Spot
Bivy Spot
Credit: T Hocking

Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Nov 25, 2012 - 02:06pm PT
If we are toastin' dear ol' dads, here is mine, in the milkin' boots, ...
If we are toastin' dear ol' dads, here is mine, in the milkin' boots, by the door, the rest are uncles and a couple of family friends
Credit: Gypsy
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
Mark McPherran kicking back with his pipe on a trip we did to the Mina...
Mark McPherran kicking back with his pipe on a trip we did to the Minarets in about 74(ish)
Credit: Gypsy
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 25, 2012 - 08:26pm PT
Credit: mouse from merced
Going Up, page 277.
Credit: mouse from merced
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?
T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Nov 26, 2012 - 01:00pm PT
Ya we can stay here even if it started on Moon River Landing Unit and drifted over here.

If ya need a good laugh check out my latest TR, Classic!

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
Probably 1985 and possibly the last time I have seen most of these lad...
Probably 1985 and possibly the last time I have seen most of these ladies
Mary Lou Stuart, Sue Homick, Mollie Felso, Sheila Slattery, me in Santa Cruz
Credit: Gypsy
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