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mouse from merced

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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2013 - 09:02pm PT
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Oct 22, 2013 - 09:28pm PT
A little known fact is that the HA phone prefix, as in HA 0-2020, is the short form of Hancock. For a good time and some steroids, call it.




Meanwhile. Failure to communicate.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2013 - 09:35pm PT
How trivel.

I hate to burst your bubble, but can't you do better than that?

Like the DD in Naval Hull Classification, which really means only "Destroyer."

And the Z classification is full of hot air, mostly.

Airships

ZMC: Airship Metal Clad
ZNN-G: G-Class Blimp
ZNN-J: J-Class Blimp
ZNN-L: L-Class Blimp
ZNP-K: K-Class Blimp
ZNP-M: M-Class Blimp
ZNP-N: N-Class Blimp
ZPG-3W: surveillance patrol blimp
ZR: Rigid Airship
ZRS: Rigid Airship Scout

The smoking lamp is lit.

The USS Handjob was the ship of choice for my bud and Merced Flame, Jack Meade. His buddy Lurch, a Wisconsonian, was my tripping partner on Saturdays in La Ciudad, its home port, when I was st TI.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Hancock_(CV-19);

A CV may be likened to a small, self-propelled, floating National City.

I am full of hot air. Blimps are filled with non-flammable gas, hydrogen, I guess I think I remember.

Don't put me in charge of flotation, OK, Chief?

There was a sailor who hung on the end of a blimp's rope a bit too long and the craft rose so quickly he could not safely let go and drop to the ground, and so he waited until he could no longer hold on.

This happened in La Jolla in the days of infamy.

And up in the SF Penisula there is this good story from 1942.

http://www.historiesmysteriesandstrangeness.com/2013/09/the-ghost-blimp-of-world-war-ii.html

Observe the change in airship hull classification from L to Z-whatever.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Oct 22, 2013 - 09:38pm PT




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2013 - 10:03pm PT
EVERY picture tells a story.

STring them together and you have a big story.

The doctor, however, will not stay away, because THE DOCTOR NO LONGER CALLS AT YOUR HOUSE.

IT TAKES FOREVER TO GET TO SEE HIM IN THE OFFICE, TOO!

Nice story, zBrown!

See what you done done?

I wouldn't mention the fact that that was recorded in Canada, Toronto, to be specific, ordinarily. But nobody tells me what not to tell.

zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Oct 23, 2013 - 08:10am PT
It's interesting to just apply your own stories to the photos while they rest. However, that last is identified as James Dean in New York.

On another front.

Dame dulces o te convierto en un hipopótamo!

Or as the lawyer said to the doctor, asked and answered.


Mexican children gather sweets for el día de los muertos, not for Halloween, so they're not 'trick-or-treating', even if they appear to be doing the same thing at pretty much the same time of year (if you follow...). Salen a pedir el muerto.

They chant (in Zacatecas, at least):

El muerto quiere camote
Si no se le cae el bigote
La viuda quiere una ayuda
Para su pobre criatura.

If you give them sweets, they then say:
Esta casa está bendita porque nos dieron comidita.

I've forgotten what they say if you don't give them anything (equivalent of 'trick').
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Oct 23, 2013 - 05:56pm PT

You talkin' to me?

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 24, 2013 - 01:36pm PT
Where did you dig up those black and whites, Mr. zBrown?

zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Oct 24, 2013 - 02:19pm PT
I've been trying to figure that out myself. Mr. Mouse.

The James Dean with camera is ez, the others above are giving mew fits.

http://25.media.tumblr.com/WiihaJRTRmxdgm2qI41FQsDCo1_500.jpg

EDIT: Those photos were on a site with tons of historic photos which I have been unable to navigate back to. If a picture is worth a thousand words and I have access to tons of photos, how much will the book weigh?



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 24, 2013 - 04:53pm PT
If the mew fits, wear it.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Oct 24, 2013 - 05:40pm PT
"mew", I believe, is the contracted form of "me and you", though it's also my mom's (married) initials.

meanwhile, not black and white





This photo was the main prize winner in Swiss Press Photo 2007. It was captured on the Aletsch Glacier to highlight the vulnerability of the melting glaciers. It was organized by Greenpeace in collaboration with a US artist Spencer Tunick, August 18, 2007.


So Hank Williams died when Emmylou was five, me too (me2? didn't die, but I was five). Even weirder, Sam Cooke died, one week before my (high school señor) birthday, at the Hacienda Motel at 9137 South Figueroa Street (down the road apiece from Gower Avenue, nee Street).

Still looking for someone who gets outa this world alive, or the corollary, is not gonna die.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 24, 2013 - 10:15pm PT
So, on that note, let me real-ate the sad news of Lem's passing, happened during Facelift, his face lifted to the Lord, washed in the blood, he was.

I visited with the mother of the Rev on the phone, hoping for better news, but it happens to the best of us and the rest of us.

Saw Jeff and Denny yesterdy, havin' been to Arch Rock, Cascades, and Crane Flat look-out.

Battery in the camera died. Nothing to get in the way of our re-hashing of our lives, our tales of woe, outright lies and wishes for the future.

Chicken dinner, eggs and taters and bacon and toast and jam for breakfast, a gift from Denny, even though today's her 60th birthday.

And I just got off the telephone with sister Lenna, turned 62 today and called to remind me it's her birthday, too, yeah!

They share the 24th of October, just like Bob shares his BD with me and Queen Victorinox.

I had a terrific journey these last couple days, beginning with an ALPINE START on Wednesday, going to El Portal with the early-morning commuters from Mariposa and the area. This is not recommended if what you as a driver is a quiet cruise in the early-pearly.

These guys know the road and run right up your butt, tail-gating shitheels is what they are, driving in their car, prolly late for work, or amped on coffee, thinking they are in a race.

"Fecking touron, outta my way!"

I used to be the same ass-wipe type. And they all passed me, with my permission. I could have gotten really pissed and done something like speeding up so the jerks might learn to respect the other drivers, but hey, they got jobs and families, so let them earn their bread, and know they'll either die or get wise driving so uppity-like.

And why make an unsafe, useless gesture in the dark? Pointless, futile, and not cool.

Let's see...Lenna's Lieback on Swan was done this date in '70 or '71, by Dennis Miller (the Millis) and the Mouse, so she would have been turning (you do the math--I've had too much white zin) and she was a young mother, married to a Mormon softball and golf nut who shot himself in the stomach over not being acceptable as a life partner for their daughter by the Bermingham elders, Boomer and Bobbye.

As the world turned into the future, who would have perdickted a divorce?

Mom.

He smoked POT!

HAPPY GIRTHDAY TO DENNY---start eating oatmeal!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LENNY---keep on eating what you do, you loook FABULOUS, MAH-VELOUS, even, for a waitress at Woods Creek! They all got something to which they might aspire.

Love ya, sis!

(Lenna's a LURKER, so beware.)

Want to shout out to Khanom and Vicky, too. I almost thought I'd stop by to say high, but I was intent on the Rev's loss. Next time...and I'll call in advance, like polite folk.

For my dear sister Lenna, for dear Denny, and anyone who is a fan of Mr. Knot, there.

Dance, ya fools!











mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 24, 2013 - 10:45pm PT
Tim Bermingham of the Senior Sarazen flight probably had the best day of anyone on Sunday. Bermingham, playing out of Jamestown, came out on top in his first ever tournament on tour and he won two skins worth a nice chunk of change. Bermingham’s enduring round of 80 was one better than Cupertino’s Lewis Kidd (81) and shot him to the top of the Senior Sarazen Order of Merit.

WAY!!!!

http://thegolfchannel.bluegolf.com/bluegolf/thegolfchannel14/event/thegolfchannel1477/recap.htm?r=11c6cd01-46a8-4798-ae5d-5d647e90b2bf

Tim, the fishing guide, has a lot of balls.

I'm tellin' ya, fish find HIM! They want to be stars on AnglerNet.

I know this cat that has ALL the episodes on CD.

http://www.facebook.com/tim.bermingham.7?fref=ts

Anyone who's serious about the Merced River needs to speak with Tim and my older bro, Mike. You think I like the river? I love the river.

These two depended on it's rich bounty for a major portion of their lifetimes.

I'm sort of like a passerby in comparison.

But I'm a better photographer, IMHO.

And neither of them climbs.

Who's bigger is not in question.  Tim's got balls, Mike's got the "spo...
Who's bigger is not in question. Tim's got balls, Mike's got the "spot" and I got the weenie for the barbie.
Credit: mouse from merced
Check out the light on the trees on the top of the Lost Arrow, here.

MICE LIGHT IN OCTOBER.




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 24, 2013 - 11:04pm PT
This set's for my li'l BC buddy, Big Mike.

The actual generator.
The actual generator.
Credit: mouse from merced

The Generator Boulder crack, no biggie.
The Generator Boulder crack, no biggie.
Credit: mouse from merced

Brown or Whillans would have had this cracker "desperate" for tea.
Brown or Whillans would have had this cracker "desperate" for tea.
Credit: mouse from merced

The start of Generator Crack.
The start of Generator Crack.
Credit: mouse from merced

Addiction is both a terrible and beautiful thing.

I want to do this with you when you return to Yosemite.

I managed it when young. I will spot you and e'en supply a top rope if you want one (you will).

Mike came from BC looking for crack.
When he finally found it, they told him,
"Go back. We're closed."
Mike got hosed.

Some famous Yosemite cracks for BC visitors.  Next time.
Some famous Yosemite cracks for BC visitors. Next time.
Credit: mouse from merced

Royal Arches is said to be, by some experts, "Way Homo."  This is more...
Royal Arches is said to be, by some experts, "Way Homo." This is more like your meat, Biggie M.
Credit: mouse from merced

The pool below the Generous Later Crack.
The pool below the Generous Later Crack.
Credit: mouse from merced

Blue state, red state, who gives a damn?  My state is golden, that's w...
Blue state, red state, who gives a damn? My state is golden, that's what it am. Check the beach sand.
Credit: mouse from merced

Face it, you can't climb a crack like that without preparing on the Ro...
Face it, you can't climb a crack like that without preparing on the Robbings Crack in Camp 4. Technique will refine itself with enough reps of that little goodie. A detail of the log where the GFs sit and smoke while he's climbing.
Credit: mouse from merced





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 24, 2013 - 11:24pm PT
From Larry Jones of Richmond, one of the original Apathy House (he named it this) Flames. His wife of long-standing, Barbara, passed away as I was traveling to ren-devious with T Hocking for our trip to Tom's Thumb. He has been busy taking care of business, but found time for a fun time in the Sierra Nevada.

The urn that Larry is making for his wife's cremains.  She loved horsi...
The urn that Larry is making for his wife's cremains. She loved horsies.
Credit: mouse from merced

I headed to Merced to meet up with Brian (his younger brother and wife) and Judith and we headed out for some backpacking. Looking forward to the Banner/Ritter area, but smoke from Aspen fire put a kibosh on that...so we went up into the Carson-Iceberg area and back into Long Lake. Next morning we had smoke so we hiked out. Went up on Sonora Pass and that night west wind shoved the smoke to Nevada. We hiked south on PCT until we got to a ridge that looks south across Yosemite and down into Banner/Ritter area (pic attached). We had a good time even if it wasn't what we planned.

Credit: mouse from merced
This was back in early summer.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 25, 2013 - 12:47am PT
Climbing wall at Crane Flat look-out/helitack base.  I wonder if they ...
Climbing wall at Crane Flat look-out/helitack base. I wonder if they take the holds with them when they close for winter? Ya think?
Credit: mouse from merced

The onliest photo of the Rim fire &#40;Fie on thee!&#41; that I'm gonn...
The onliest photo of the Rim fire (Fie on thee!) that I'm gonna show. This is mild. Wait till the needles fall off. This was just from the precautionary backfire at Crane Flat look-out.
Credit: mouse from merced

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 25, 2013 - 01:02am PT
The view down Schilling Road into the Merced River canyon.  It doesn't...
The view down Schilling Road into the Merced River canyon. It doesn't go all the way to the river but cuts west to Highway 49 and Bagby. Squirrel country, cow country, seldom-seen country.
Credit: mouse from merced
As I proceeded on my way back to Merced from Greeley Hill, map-less and trusting to instinct about my knowledge of the Mariposa hinterland; I left the Rev's place and took the long way home, via unknown roads, bulwarked by a good breakfast and plentiful gasoline and water and good old PLUCK. I felt cocky, yeah. It proved to be a worthwhile venture.

The view from north of the Merced River of the ridges along the river ...
The view from north of the Merced River of the ridges along the river to the south--Henness Ridge among them.

Credit: mouse from merced

View from Schilling Road of the Clark Range and south of it--definitel...
View from Schilling Road of the Clark Range and south of it--definitely not a tourist shot. It's "Old Boy School" photography. "Go where you got ta to get the shot-uh." I wish it had been a better day or time of day, really.
Credit: mouse from merced

Above Bagby looking at Lake McClure.  Where's the lake water?  That is...
Above Bagby looking at Lake McClure. Where's the lake water? That is Horseshoe Bend, where James Savage first set up in business with the then-"Diggers." If it's good fur the fur and gold business, it's good fur the Golden State.
Credit: mouse from merced

The Bagby hill going south to Mariposa on Highway 49.  Steep.
The Bagby hill going south to Mariposa on Highway 49. Steep.
Credit: mouse from merced
I encountered two weary-looking bicyclists going up this real hard-core uphill and offered them good luck and told them that they had a lot of guts. One shouted out, "That or we're just fecking stupid."

I found a beautiful little spring about half the way up that grade. I waited and waited for the cyclists. No show. On to Mariposa.

Our Merced River this morning below B-gagby.  The brown line is last s...
Our Merced River this morning below B-gagby. The brown line is last spring's waterline. Low. A set-up for a Rim fire.
Credit: mouse from merced
And the camera's battery was TOTALLY out of juice.

Just as I am.

Sweet dreams...


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 25, 2013 - 04:10am PT
Don't look for me at the Oakdale Festival.

Won't be there.

Wayno, gonna miss seeing you--give me a call when you get into the vicinity.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 25, 2013 - 04:13am PT
OLD CALI vs HELLAFORNIA

In the forest you may hear the mouse,

But first get away from your own rank house.

Nature sings to us

One set of ears at a time,

But it’s an age-old rhyme

And an even-older melody.

Coyote sings.

Kokopelli plays.

We all can dance.

While some do,

Others don’t--

Instead they’ll chant some chants.

We live together with the fantasies

And we fall apart

Only when they are forgotten,

With casual-seeming ease,

Which is done constantly nowadays.

Used to be Okie-lifornia.

Times change.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 25, 2013 - 05:10am PT
Balance.
Balance.
Credit: mouse from merced

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رأسا على عقب وإلى الوراء. "Upside-down and backwards."

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