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T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Nov 24, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
Mouse on Mobys in Vert. World,
very cool my friend!
Remind me to have you autograph that page in my copy when we climb together this spring.
Tad
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 24, 2012 - 06:52pm PT
Signed, sealed and delivered.  No charge.
Signed, sealed and delivered. No charge.
Credit: mouse from merced
Simply done, Tad. This will have to do till later.
MFM
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 24, 2012 - 07:09pm PT
Anyone want to start a Treads Thread?
Anyone want to start a Treads Thread?
Credit: mouse from merced
Bucyrus Erie 22B in the dredge tailings at Merced Falls on Mike B's ac...
Bucyrus Erie 22B in the dredge tailings at Merced Falls on Mike B's acreage. Used for scooping out "bass ponds' fed by in-season ditches. Not a bass man, myself. He's got the Merced River in his front yard for trout, WTF?
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2012 - 12:49am PT
Believe the expert, you as#@&%e.
Believe the expert, you as#@&%e.
Credit: mouse from merced
I forgot about this flyer I received from VonD and Mary Lou. I was not in attendance. The flyer is printed on both sides.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2012 - 01:02am PT
Young Tim.  This is from seven years ago, or more.
Young Tim. This is from seven years ago, or more.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2012 - 01:22am PT
Credit: mouse from merced
From the Shasta County historical Society Yearbook 1945.
From the Shasta County historical Society Yearbook 1945.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.
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
Ron Anderson

Trad climber
i WASNT ON THE INTERNET during bush years...
Nov 25, 2012 - 11:42am PT
only a FLAME burns hot! Cool shyt here..
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - 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.
Topic Author's Reply - 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.

Ron Anderson

Trad climber
i WASNT ON THE INTERNET during bush years...
Nov 25, 2012 - 12:18pm PT
mmmmm Librarians !:-)


Does she sport those glasses- horn rimmed and all!?

Will she have a MOUSE in her pocket? Mouses can be sneaky like that!

And i do believe their is open camping in and about the area of the thumb.

And while that is in the country of the great justin smeja bigfoot killings- worry knott- as he must have finished of the tribe there- as i have not seen one in that area. Worst worry is tweakers from Susanville! But hollow point 9mm rounds usually are a good persuasion of counter force.
And im always prepared.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - 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!
Ron Anderson

Trad climber
i WASNT ON THE INTERNET during bush years...
Nov 25, 2012 - 12:29pm PT
i can shoot one handed while hanging from a jam.. Turn em into spam,, then put em in a can,, yes,, a can of spam they am....
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

Ron Anderson

Trad climber
i WASNT ON THE INTERNET during bush years...
Nov 25, 2012 - 02:00pm PT
grueling approach Tad..;-) two "thumbs" up BWAH!


there are these guys named Mouse and Tad
whom seek to honor their dear ol DADS
ill tag along with these two to the crags
we wont be dressed in our best sunday rags
To honor the fathers of all us will be
a fine thing to do thats for sure to me
We will smoke a fag maybe two or three
A bowl perhaps in the pines, those trees
A toast of cognac to those DADS we love
And stories of them when push came to shove....


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.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 25, 2012 - 07:21pm PT
4:20, Ron.
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