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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 24, 2013 - 09:24pm PT
Man, oh man, do I love peanut butter? You like toast and jam?

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 24, 2013 - 09:33pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 24, 2013 - 10:16pm PT
Fence Rock.  Coming to you from the Two Towers, KGOL, Merced.  Transmi...
Fence Rock. Coming to you from the Two Towers, KGOL, Merced. Transmitters on top of Middle Earth Northside. We got some jams for our stoned partners tonight!
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All the New Sounds:  Cretaceous, Bob Wills, Box of Rockhammers, Sons o...
All the New Sounds: Cretaceous, Bob Wills, Box of Rockhammers, Sons of the PrayerE, Lost Marble, and special rock star, Diet O'Mayshous and the New New Lost In Shanghai Orchestra.
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I want you gone post-haste, pilgrim.  We'll be here when yer Dust in t...
I want you gone post-haste, pilgrim. We'll be here when yer Dust in the Wind.
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You guys just lay there like...something I'd rather not say...while I ...
You guys just lay there like...something I'd rather not say...while I do all the heavy lifting. Dude, you're a scab! Why're you all so lazy? We're in f*#king JAIL, stupid--What are they gonna do, send us to Vietnam?--we're all way over the weight limit
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Feel free as a lost horseshoe to post posts on The Flames.

The more the Merrier.

And vintage photos of old rock stars, fencing masters, and muralists.

We love Fossils, especially those from the fifties.

An Oakdayle has its dirt, but ya gotta love cowboys.

David Bromberg/Ralph McTell's When I Was a Cowboy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQPJhqS0Ebk

"Always keep yer hat screwed on real tight..."
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 24, 2013 - 10:37pm PT
I was lurking just now on the Fird's thread.

I SAW A KOOKABURRA! I SHOT IT! :-)

"Better run, better take cover."

And the Youtube selection of the Kookaburra Song reminded me of what, for some strange reason, was Boomer's most-liked modern song. It was in the eighties and was modern then. It's still popular in South America. The geese always go gaga when they hear it.
This gem was in the mix. Take a gander, Fritz.


zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Aug 25, 2013 - 12:26pm PT
Veronica with David Bromberg masquerading as Chico.


Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
And every fool knows, a dog needs a home, and...
Aug 25, 2013 - 01:02pm PT
Now see here I almost never clique on weird musical video links.

But when I was a cowboy... I dreamed of a dark-haired roman-nosed tattoed lady in a black heels and a white summer dress playing a big acoustic base and singing weird songs. I thought I was being too specific but I can see all along that I was not specific enough!

Somewhere over Merced, my dreams came true?

Is that Veronica?

DMT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 25, 2013 - 02:41pm PT
Veronica.
Harmonica
Yarmulke.
Adam Sandler.
Bullfighter.
Fighter pilot.
Pilot Ridge on fire.

I count:
Six degrees of separation.
BACON!
Hamburger.
Lesterburger.
Lettuce.
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Ain't picketing your nose, senor! Honest!
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Aug 25, 2013 - 02:49pm PT
It all seemed pretty and pretty normal to me.

Seamlessly, at one time reputed to be the longest bar in the world, we have The Long Bar, Tijuana. Not proudly sponsoring a little league team this year.

The rumours abound, but one was that some (heavy) consumers actually took a shot of tequila at each stool. The bar was 241 feet long. Three feet per stool? Eighty shots? Folks are said to have died trying.

I attended sessions there for a few years until it closed down and moved across the street, where I continued to attend. Never thought to weigh myself though.

To make a long story even longer, the washroom attendants were not Veronica and Vernon but rather Victoria and Victor and they did want a tip for handing you a paper towel (at least those of you who washed your hands).

Credit: zBrown
mouse from merced

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


"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.
Topic Author's Reply - 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.
Topic Author's Reply - 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!
Credit: mouse from merced

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.
Topic Author's Reply - 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.
Topic Author's Reply - 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.
Topic Author's Reply - 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.
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 26, 2013 - 12:30pm PT
Dreadful sorry.
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