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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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BIG MONEY.
NO MONEY.
Bad times are repeatin',
Farmer Joe takes a beatin',
His kids ain't been eatin',
Jolly banker,
Jolly banker,
Jolly banker am I.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Mortgage_Crisis_of_the_1930s
//You should avoid foreclosure if at all possible....Some frauds may even
use words like "federal" or "government-approved" or acquire website
names that make ...//
http://www.usa.gov/Citizen/Topics/Family/Homeowners/Foreclosure.shtml
http://www.nationalmortgagesettlement.com/
And the cycle re-starts with homies picking up realty really cheap and then reaping the profits and so on so their kids can grow up big and strong and go climb and listen to Woody.
We are only human, all us bankers, payment-dodgers & itinerants.
Forgive us our debts.
Let the Sunday funnies begin, church is ended, the collection plate's...meh
Go in peace.
Pray to God for the likes of the Plaidman, a very glad man, just about now.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Since it is a day of rest,
And Tommy C has been put to the test,
This is for his efforts, the best;
Man, get that obsession off of your chest.
Fergeddaboutit...a day at a time...lest
You get addicted, not just obsessed.
We all are tootin' and rootin',
And some of us askin' the Master
To help you heal faster,
You studly Cap blaster.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Not wanting too wander too far afield, here's some rocks, Santa, and Ol' Susana all in one. Not to mention of course, The Native Daughters of the Golden West.
All the world's a stage, not all of it is a stage road.
The plywood floor tent worked out great. First strong wind that comes up I'm going to be converting all that wood to the hull of my new yacht.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Midnight Cat At the Oasis.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oh, so sorry.It was just a gopher, not mr musteLID.
Oh, I floated back into Merced from the canyon and culverts in that canyon of mercy.
Met a few folks again.
Missed some I knew who knew THOSE folks
And it was fueled by Mousish Drems of shooting Plaidman's Dream.
Way off the beam.
I left it too late.
Sorta finding a gate
That lead to an old meme
And then fulfilled with Plaidman's Dram,
An honor extreme
To have met him,
The Current Stud of the Merced.
Almost as soon as he debarked, MFM approached his homeboy for some "must" and got down with Pacifico (Clara)meant to go to Midpines and the bachelor Simpson brothers. I guess there's 3 of 'em living there at Bear Creek...
I know of 2, Isaac and Jeremiah. Talking to Robbie Nelson, there's at least 3, Devin's the other brother. Don't know him.
Their cat's cute. Their place is about what you'd expect.
Targets.
Brush.
Projects, either finished (!)--diminished (2)--or un-finished (lots).
They were all born in Mariposa County. They live the outlaw lifestyle and play good music and spread good vibes.
They weren't at home.
I left a little gift.
I did meet the landlady, LuAnn, and HER dog, Bear, who has adopted her.
Weird how that works.
He was Isaac's dog 2 months back. Isaac was almost ready to move, kind of in between, so Bear decided he liked LuAnn better than the Simpsons...with
That Midnight CAT
Hangin' round,
Hangin' round...
Quarter-a-mile away
Bear found a way
To make his way
Closer to,
Closer to
Yosemite
Highway!
He's otay.
Not a stray.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Triplets required.
Easy rider, oh you rider...
Merced River, Merced River...
Your brush is all tangled...
Your beach is besmirched...
Your boulders are rearranged...
But
Your man done come...
Put me on the Valley floor.
Don't want no river
Every downtown man can see.
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(See Pretty Baby at @ 1:00...I know you're gonna smile in triplets...cuz Taj is the King of Them Triplets, not that she's a triplet...she's just gettin' bored...NO MORE MUSID! Please?)
The Rooster crowed.
The Dun Crow cried,
"Go east, young Al. Go west, young guy,
Wither you will, but don't ask me why."
The river's whisk took me to the bottom and look what turned on up.
I never come down.
--Mountain Jack
Hollow, like a mountain shack.
Please won't you bring my baby back?
Ribs and ranch beans,
They'll do fine.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Who can break from the snares of the world
And stand with me among the white clouds?
Clouds...coulds...meh!
It's "can" that's the power.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm stumped on the tree removal question.
Is it okay to have loved climbing so much that we lost that tree? Apparently some feel it is okay, but it's split milk, ex post facto, get a grip and try to keep it from happening again.
The trundling fools (whom you'll recall "trundled" their prize all of three feet) are worse by one degree, I feel. No real good or bad was accomplished, it was just superstupid, even to film it, watch it, or worry about it as much as we seemed to have worried about it by talking about it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Ducks on the pond.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's a "nice" place, if you like "plain food."
The cook's name is Chiloe and he is a marvelous whistler, kind of like the Mono wind; and Nicely's is year-round dependable, like the Mono wind.
There are neither fish tacos nor Mono Cone chili dogs in November.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Let's go back to the teepee and eat, my son. My new snake wife cooks dog very well.--Old Lodge Skins
Hotcakes and sausage.
Waffle stuffed with jalapeno bacon.
Pulled pork on cheeseburger and Longboards.
India Pale Ale, half a bottle, I'm driving...
Purr-fecto!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Tad, got any bum wad on ya?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Next stop is the Snow Flake Drive In in South Tahoe.
We had coffee and I hit the road.
A short, sharp visit with the newest Flame and his flames, Sweet Sally and Max.
Mad Max of Moundhouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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There were a few things I got on in the Purple Sagebrush.
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There were several nice cracks over there in Nevada.
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You have to choose the right rock type or you pay dearly.
That was the best advice I had from Ron on both the rock climbing and the "rock climbing." It's true, that I prefer the chunkier types.
I used my time wisely and I only drove when I wanted to drive.
Pristine lives alone above 395.
I pulled over to let azzhats be themselves on someone else's azz.
The West Walker was not running but just barely hobbling.
The South Fork of the American couldn't have supplied Kyburz.
Calaveritas Creek was a calamity.
And the Snow Flake was a bit on the dry side, as well.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Mule's ear always made good bum wad.
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