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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 25, 2013 - 03:02pm PT
Beervana.
http://www.opb.org/television/programs/oregonexperience/segment/beervana-/
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 12:16am PT
An old tyrd of a tyre.
An old tyrd of a tyre.
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Bird and a fire.
Bird and a fire.
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Not a used book buyer.
Not a used book buyer.
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This man is the landlord for the bookstore which employed me. He is engaged in dealing with a situation which has a baby diaper at the bottom of it.

I am reminded of Tahquitz rock. Which climb am I thinking of?

In other words, of which climb am I thinking?

Hint: It was NOT one of Doctor Phil's FAs, were you thinking that.



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 06:30am PT
Meanwhile, out in the Big Bottom of the Merced River below Merced Falls...

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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 07:22am PT
Vain Hope

V, 5.7, A3. Royal Roggins, Kim Sxhmytz and Gym Bridewell, May 1970.

On the wall just to the right of the Ribbon-East Portal route...
--Roper Green



There is always hope, some forlorn, some vain.

Hope is built on both love and lust, love’s counterpoint.

Climbers hope for a summit, good cracks, and clean rock. I thrill to this dreamy, langorous sort of state when I thought the Gold Wall was worth my time. I've told how I failed to enjoy the first few pithces and came away from there with Bruce Price, both of us very disappointed. VERY BUMMED, in fact, not simply disappointed.

It is such a beautiful feature, the whole of Ribbon Falls. What a shame that I failed to enjoy it. I lacked perserverance. It happens to us all, even the best. Right, Kim? Jim, wake up. Oh, yeah, you were the one said to take the right book, right?

Olden days gold-seekers hoped for a payday, didn't seem to give-a-shift about leavings and environmental damage, and though some were hard-bitten, mean to their kin, and liked double-stamp whiskey way too much, they were only human.

I can hate what they did and I do.



Hoping for a good time, we lust after two very prominent, left-facing open books:
The left-hand one goes more or less straight up while the right-hand one slants to the right.
Vain Hope lies in the left book.



“It’s stupid to climb something of that magnitude, the outcome of which you cannot predict.”--Doc Werner Warner

“How do they know where to dig?”--a former tourist in the Mother Lode, Jack “Ass” Hill, who now runs a dredging operation which is just sitting useless



Were one to climb that corner, one would find an evil, overhanging, vegetable-stricken crack about 600 feet up.
Were one to avoid this (but I have Billy Shears, Steve, approved by the BSA, official, like)...a-hem...avoid this, one might nail a large, dog-leg overhangabang on the right-hand face of the book.



Did somebody say dog-leg?.......
Did you say dog-leg?  No, that guy said dog-leg.  Get the hell outa he...
Did you say dog-leg? No, that guy said dog-leg. Get the hell outa here!
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I'm gone!
I'm gone!
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I ain't no BBQ bait.  Don't wait on me either!
I ain't no BBQ bait. Don't wait on me either!
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Boo, dawgs!

"Gpld dredging in the area...ended about 1945 due to changes in the laws governing mining and environmental issues. Tailing from these dredges can still be seen along the road to the west [of Merced Falls]."
--Herb Wood, object numerator (accession clerk) for the Merced Co. Historical Society, author of Ghost Towns of Merced County



The route ends (Thank God, for reals!) 1,000 feet above the ground in a vegetated area known as SHERWOOD FOREST.
Walk right, through the Forest, to its east end, then make several rappels into the El Cap Gully.

Iron: 40 pins, up to 2.5” [for a 1,000-foot climb!]

Credit: McHale's Navy
Dredge tailings, Merced Falls Road.
Dredge tailings, Merced Falls Road.
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Many miles, like twenty, down stream from Hopeton, at MCConnell SRA.
Many miles, like twenty, down stream from Hopeton, at MCConnell SRA.
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Ribbon Falls
Ribbon Falls
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"The rock is a field of battle between our weakness and our strength."
--Royal Robbins

"Rgold is where you find him."--Vitaly Mush-Fawcett

[Some ideal zen quote about love & stuff.]
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 07:44am PT
Should go into the Predictions thread.

"I predict Locker never will "say die."

Cora Larry Lee, I predict that Locker's gonna keep sayin' "Yer gonna die!" till the day he does die.

And yer socks don't match.

They match your breath, sorry.
photo not found
Missing photo ID#299802

Cue "The Man!"
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 08:12am PT
Meanwhile, in Portland, the left-most part of Bizzaro-Middle Earth, one of Eric's sons has a claim to the longest bar.

Loggers take no shite from large woody objects, from hops farmers, nor from Dredge Cruise, Veronica's abuela's sister's grandkidkid, a gang-banging punk who is now residing in the Merced County Juvenile Detention Center.
Aside to Nature Boy: Good luck with this punk-ass, dope-smokin', low-pants low-rider. Dredge's good Flames potential, though. I like his name. Just get him on the rock, Kauk.

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Fifty bartenders!  Haysus Ceesco!  Sorry, Freesco!
Fifty bartenders! Haysus Ceesco! Sorry, Freesco!
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And back in downtown Merced...

"Where It All Begins"...

there is now the 17th STreet Pubic House, adjoining arcade patio space with Boffee Candits coffee house.

I cruised into the place when they opened Sunday morning at eleven. John was on duty and showed me that they sell not only craft beers, but wine as well.

They have begun featuring a house wine of the month. This month it's a winery from Livermore, just a half-a-mile from the railroad tracks where Ed Harouni parks his van.

They kicked his wide, dirtbag ass out of the County Parks. :)

[BIG ED'S laughing his wide, dirtbag ass off, I HOPE!]
"This bar is just right."--Sara N. Dippity, street name "Goldilocks"
"This bar is just right."--Sara N. Dippity, street name "Goldilocks"
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Big House Winery, now being featured.
Big House Winery, now being featured.
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Mouse's Enemy Number One.  The line-up.  Or the wine-up.  I mix my win...
Mouse's Enemy Number One. The line-up. Or the wine-up. I mix my wine like a Roman patrician, half water, half wine. These folks at the Public House might not appreciate that, however, so I never patronize them. Grocery Outlet, muchalot cheaper!
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C.V.:
Abbreviation for the French term Coopérative de Vignerons that may appear on wine labels to denote that the wine has been made by a local cooperative.

Or Chula Veesta.

The 17th STreet Public House is owned and operated by the Essig boys, the Ahwahnichi descendants who also own the Partisan Bar, two blocks up Main STreet, which used to be 17th STreet.

"Now, where does Merced start? I mean 'It.'"--Perp, who got caught with no escape plan, Lex "Ed" Lee
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It blows me away that Ericson's Cafe had a bar that more than tripled in length the height at which this photo was taken.

Do you realize it's almost sun-up?

I can't risk the roof today, there are people on duty taking out trash, mopping, all that early-morning gig.

THEIR name is John, just like the bartender at the Pubic House.





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 08:40am PT
Sometimes the Land of Nod is not a Country for Old Men.

So we stay up reading all night.

Or used to do.

Now we stay up posting all night.

A fiery selection of reads from your Literary Laborer.
Milton and Tassajara in the Kids' Corner?  Hellyeah!
Milton and Tassajara in the Kids' Corner? Hellyeah!
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An elderly couple returned Walk in the Woods because BB used "f*#k" A ...
An elderly couple returned Walk in the Woods because BB used "f*#k" A LOT! They didn't think to read very far when buying it or it was a tip from a friend that prompted them. They exchanged it for 'Self Matters' by Dr. Phil McGawk. Now that's fiery!
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Which river?   The Clavey?  The Middle Fork Tuolumne?  S. Fork Tuolumn...
Which river? The Clavey? The Middle Fork Tuolumne? S. Fork Tuolumne?
N. Fork Merced? Whose homes will burn today?
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I told Nancy Smith, the owner of Second Time Around Used Books, on Main STreet, that I would pimp her shop one more time if she would let me photograph those pages from THE LOGGERS, part of the Old West series by Time/Life. I needed to give the book a credit, too.

Two birds, one stoned Mouse.
rrider

climber
Mckinleyville, Ca
Aug 26, 2013 - 09:15am PT
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 26, 2013 - 04:22am PT
^ ^
Enjoyed that. Interesting to note how such water in its youth, flies brilliantly past all that heroism; goes into obscurity; and eventually ends up opaque, with a coat of bubbles; having spread unthinkably wide and thin.

a drank to your health, o quasi-oracle of the hinter-age
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 10:57am PT
You are talking about the wide, thin ocean, right?

The same one as the vasty deep?

The water has little cat feet.

It's just as "at home," at times, in Lake Michigan and feeds Sandburg's fog.

Broad-shouldered water.

Without water, there would be log-jams more often, steam trains never would have been known, and Lord Nelson would still be a hero...you can't take the courage and imagination from a man who's only got one of anything that may have been doubled in the original package. One needs courage and imagination in that instance, as I can attest.

But the Gripper ain't the French bloody navy.

"The sun's past the yardarm somewhere west of India by now. Drink up, hearties! Enjoy your chocolate milk! And the lime is in the Cantaloupe."--Cap'n Cow in the Fourth Chapter of The Book of the Dun Crow

Solace for broken dreams, belly-aches, and vain hopes from WizzRapKittyKat.

6;37 a.m., ten minutes before the sun came up over Southern Yosemite f...
6;37 a.m., ten minutes before the sun came up over Southern Yosemite from the Topo Yoga summit.
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Is it vain to hope for relief from the Rim Fire today? I see no pyrocumulus in the picture, even looking through the cupola windows.

The Beatles, again? No te dije!
Laid-back Beatles/Early Version of SCITTBW.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly0i89Ar-sM


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 11:16am PT
6:47, as the sun came over the mountain to see what he could be today,...
6:47, as the sun came over the mountain to see what he could be today, a help or a hindrance to the firefighting.
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An All-American wholesaler, Fields and Company: An older, ready-to-retire man, Mr. Fields kept the very corner for his operation, but then did retire eventually, freeing up the TNF store to expand into that space.

Way after my time there, maybe in the early eighties.

Mouse holding up his magic window, Froggy.
Mouse holding up his magic window, Froggy.
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One morning at the Telly store, I found there was a break-in through the boot-room window. We never figured out exactly how many boots were taken, but only a few, because it would have been difficult to carry any more than four pairs in boxes.

Since we felt pretty violated and Tom the manager became alarmed, we had the place wired with a better wiring job on that window, is all. No manhunt for street persons in Raichle mountain boots.

IN-surance was up-to-date. We claimed twenty-five pairs, it seems to me.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Aug 26, 2013 - 12:20pm PT
1960's Long Bar - Don't write on the walls - At least 5 of these folks...
1960's Long Bar - Don't write on the walls - At least 5 of these folks are gone forever
Credit: Victor or Victoria
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 12:30pm PT
Dreadful sorry.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Aug 26, 2013 - 04:17pm PT
Me too, the guy with hands in pockets is my older brother. He reached the ripe old age of 43.

Mac Meda Destruction Co. was another group of drunken surfers, but they couldn't read too well (don't send them no more letters), but they could at least write enough to violate the rules.




Didn't cause as much a ruckus as the Hell's Angels did in Ensenada, but ....

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 26, 2013 - 04:42pm PT
He looks like your younger brother there. Optical illusion is not optional with eyesight such as mine.

I'm considering heavily whether I should move out to New Digs. It's in the foothills I need to go to. To whit: Whitlock Rd. basement/cellar/attic/garage/trailer to save money to buy gas and keep my head above the rising waters of inflation, lack of adequate income, etc., etc.

It's that or on the road for a couple-three months, saving money on rent, ostensibly. Take that, Kerouac!

Too many hospital bills, too much rent, gasoline, etc., etc., etc.

I do my own barbering, driving, cooking, bottle-opening, and washing-up. I need to hire a porter now and again, sometimes, not often. But I don't pay enough, like I say, to get anyone but myself to work for slave's wages, Boss.

I'll have to WiFi, then, if it's the road.

It's either that or someone hips me to cheaper rent.

At least I have a roof of sorts to rely on, namely my Little Red Rodent.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 27, 2013 - 02:47pm PT
Thank you, Super-Mex!

From the article on Merced Falls from Ghost Towns of Merced County by Herb "small woody object" Woods.

"One of the frequent visitors tho this area was Grizzly Adams who camped along the Merced River in 1853 and 1854.
James Capen Adams was a man who had tried several occupations with limited success. He had been a miner, a trader, and a rancher (prolly not the Jolly Rancher of candy fame). FINALLY, he gave up and spent his time in the nearby {Sierra Nevada}. He was very good at capturing or killing grizzly bears; subsequently, he gained the name of Grizzly Adams. Frequently, he would exhibit these bears in places such as {Frisco] where he operated the Mountaineer Museum displaying the animals."

Grizzly Adams would break Cat Woman in half.  He was a tough old cuss.
Grizzly Adams would break Cat Woman in half. He was a tough old cuss.
Credit: Barney googleimages
Adams discovered a young motherless grizzly bear in Yosemite. He raised the cub at his home where 'Ben Franklin' became the star attraction of his San Francisco Mountaineer Museum. This image of Ben with his dead mother appeared in The Adventures of James Capen Adams, Mountaineer and Grizzly Bear Hunter, of California.
Ben Franklin and Adams, neither of whom got to be a POTUS, thank you.
Ben Franklin and Adams, neither of whom got to be a POTUS, thank you.
Credit: Google Images
When Ben died in 1858 there were obituaries in the papers that befitted a head of state. The Evening Bulletin obituary was entitled "Death of a Distinguished Native Californian." It read:

"Ben Franklin, the grizzly bear, the favorite of the Museum man Adams... departed from this mortal existence on Sunday evening, at 10 o'clock. The noble brute, which was captured at the head waters of the Merced river in 1854, had been raised by his master from a cub, and during his life manifested the most indubitable indications of remarkable sagacity and affection. He was ever tame and gentle... although possessed of the size and strength of a giant... He accompanied his master on hunting expeditions… and on two occasions saved his life in long and desperate struggles with savage animals in the wilds. He frequently carried his master's pack, provisions and weapons."--part of an obituary

Some hundred years after both Ben and James Capen Adams left this earth they reappeared in the popular TV series Grizzly Adams, starring Dan Haggerty.

(The bulk of this was from an online article from the California Missions Resource Center. TY.)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 27, 2013 - 03:23pm PT
8/04/13, 6:26 a.m.
8/04/13, 6:26 a.m.
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One minute later.
One minute later.
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Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
And every fool knows, a dog needs a home, and...
Aug 27, 2013 - 03:26pm PT
Dang dude what peak is that?

DMT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 27, 2013 - 03:50pm PT
DMT, I'm trying to figure that out.

I'll say it's Echo Ridge, but I should ask the Dun Crow to fly as he might, and check it out for us.

See the TR just posted, A Cathedral Traverse Covering Tenaya through Vogelsgang; check out the initial photo. I get these same peaks over and over again in my sunrise shots of the Clark Range, and I believe these are those. And that may be one of them.

I'm prepositioned out.

I mean pronouned out.

But wait, this is almost not on a par with how Diablo got so big.

Here. Feast.
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This was July 1. The other was August. So that peak ain't in the Cathedral Range at all. It is much further south. Hmm...

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 27, 2013 - 04:08pm PT
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The Clark Range is the furthest left, sure as rain in winter.
cropped copy
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This was taken on 8-15, after the initial ones, so the peak is in the blow-up at bottom.
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Now the maps come out, Google Earth is visited, the stats compared, the stars consulted.

It's Lembert Dome.
Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
And every fool knows, a dog needs a home, and...
Aug 27, 2013 - 04:12pm PT
Take a compass bearing?

Seems like tuolomne country... Hoffman, maybe?

DMT
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