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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 1, 2013 - 04:19pm PT
That's right, NO cigars.

Ash tree.

Smoke tree.

Teleme tree.

I just need psychia tree.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 1, 2013 - 05:14pm PT
Credit: mouse from merced

Random mule.

Credit: mouse from merced

Random placement.

Credit: mouse from merced

Random number.

Generating is interesting.
Generating is interesting.
Credit: mouse from merced

Random crack, 5.9+.



zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Nov 1, 2013 - 06:02pm PT
She knows what you want, but I know what you need.

Been building a tent with a plywood floor to put all our junk in (well, not that junk), before we finally throw it/give it away. Sissy-fuss!




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 1, 2013 - 06:04pm PT
Next time you try OW, drink this, not an energy drink.  Try it, you mi...
Next time you try OW, drink this, not an energy drink. Try it, you might like it.
Credit: mouse from merced
Not 'Berkeley enough.'

"It hasta be Cragmont."

Heidi Klumm's my old squeeze.  Believe it or not!
Heidi Klumm's my old squeeze. Believe it or not!
Credit: mouse from merced
And I climbed 5.10 along with my English Breakfast back then, too...

Not Enough English Crack, Arch Rock.
Not Enough English Crack, Arch Rock.
Credit: mouse from merced
It was a miracle I made it up Midterm. Berkeley's a rough school, surprisingly. A bear of a place, in fact.

Pratt fled.

I fled.

The only ones who didn't are the Left Behinds.



zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Nov 1, 2013 - 06:22pm PT
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Bruce, an outlaw,
Chula Vista knew him well.

So, he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in California
Was added to his name.



Credit: zBrown

The way I hear, he walked them by his self.

Not wood, not ceramic, cell-u-lloyd











mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 1, 2013 - 09:13pm PT
Brother Mike relayed this vintage photo and the story.

Our family owned land in Delta along the river for years.

The Vollmers, store owners there, were our kin.

Delta, Shasta County, that is.  On the Sacramento River above Shasta L...
Delta, Shasta County, that is. On the Sacramento River above Shasta Lake.
Credit: mouse from merced

The story goes...
The story goes...
Credit: mouse from merced
Outlawry is a rewarding business.

Until you get caught.

Blake Barth, highwayman, poularly known back in the day as "Bowles of Chile," was acknowledged as one of the best of the outlaws who wrote poems.

He had spent time with Paulownia No Rudder, a not-so-famous Patagonian fishing guide and shaman who made his home in Tierra del Fuego.

Of course, the other highwayman, Black Bart, got the ink!

Charles Bowles, like many of his contemporaries, read "dime novel"–style serial adventure stories which appeared in local newspapers. In the early 1870s, the Sacramento Union ran a story called The Case of Summerfield by Caxton (a pseudonym of William Henry Rhodes). In the story, the villain dressed in black and had long unruly black hair, a large black beard, and wild grey eyes. The villain robbed Wells Fargo stagecoaches and brought great fear into those who were unlucky enough to cross him. The character's name was Black Bart.

Bowles may have read the Sacramento Union story. He told a Wells Fargo detective that the name popped into his head when he was writing the first poem and he used it.

Bowles left only two authenticated verses. The first was at the scene of the August 3, 1877, holdup on a stage traveling from Point Arena to Duncan's Mills:

I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches.

—Black Bart, 1877
The second verse was left at the site of his July 25, 1878, holdup of a stage traveling from Quincy to Oroville. It read:

Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow,
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow.
Let come what will, I'll try it on,
My condition can't be worse;
And if there's money in that box
'Tis munny in my purse.

—Black Bart
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 1, 2013 - 10:53pm PT


It is All Saints' Day.

I am obliged to go to mass as a Catholic.

How "Golgothic."

(Golgotha, or Mt. Calvary, is so named because it is "the place of the skull.")

No fingers, neebee.

Just the center of the hand.

Thank you, Jesus. Seriously.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Nov 1, 2013 - 10:56pm PT
Yes, as through the forum he wandered
He saw the strangest women and funny men
Some, masters of the six-gun,
Some can't work a fountain pen.




Be vigilant
Don't believe hoss-sheeeit
Pray for something, even if it's only surf
Don't tread on the children of the corn, or any children
Remember, money can't buy you love
Love your neighbor as yourself
Get over it, if you can








mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 1, 2013 - 11:45pm PT
Walking the pre-dawn.
Treading the wet lawn.
Wishing for days gone.
And on. And on.
So on top we stop.
The cross goes DROP!
Then nails are applied:
The Son of Man has died;
And then the New Day.
Jesus not just a pawn.
He's since had His nails done;
Though His new robe is prete a porter.
No time for a Jewish mom's worry
And concern over proper raiment,
For God has received His
One and Only Payment.
Master Card.
Priceless.

In keeping with traditional concerns for the spectrum of thought,
belief, and style:

U2/Lemon (Perfecto mix)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFWk18abWWA&list=PL9CA1CCB6E30644D0

It's Yellow Friday.

Black and White is a thing of the past, like last Monday's laundry.

New Blue Cheer.



Same as the Old Blue Cheer, simply more oxymoron involved.

Bony Moronie, anyone?

Told her momma and her poppa, too: An Apple a Day.



"Live Better Electrically."--PG & E slogan from the sixties

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 2, 2013 - 12:29am PT
I contend that one can live better numismatic-style, with lots and lots and lots and lots of coin.

But too much Heavy Metal is a bad thing.

There were scarcities of various metals during the War to Save the World from Bratwurst, didja know?

The Govern Mint took that problem and solved it, but not without a lot of help from northern friends--Thank you and merci, Canada.

http://voices.yahoo.com/silver-nickels-steel-cents-replaced-regular-us-423957.html

They never shut down during military conflicts because of money problems, but only in peacetime.

Pols are not miracle workers, just opportunists.

The real spirit of America is beyond their reach.

In God we must trust.

Says so on the money.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 2, 2013 - 11:57am PT
Could be the notorious Judge Dread. Just don't judge him by his shoes.

At Oakdale 2013.
At Oakdale 2013.
Credit: mouse from merced

You can tell a lot about a climber by looking at his shoes.

Two feet. One left. One right.

Likes colors. Likes BRIGHT colors.

Knows a word or two of the french language. RD, PA, par example.

Can tie his overhand knots.

Probably does little aid.

Has a certain size of foot.

Climbs a little bit. Or they are new shoes. Or he just uses the hell out of the shoes, which is what I would hope.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 3, 2013 - 12:27pm PT


BIG MONEY.
Banker.
Banker.
Credit: mouse from merced

NO MONEY.
Borrower.
Borrower.
Credit: mouse from merced

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.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 3, 2013 - 01:54pm PT


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.

zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Nov 3, 2013 - 10:01pm PT
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.

Credit: zBrown

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.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 4, 2013 - 03:00am PT
I ate him and he's "the historical mouse from Merced" now.  Who needs ...
I ate him and he's "the historical mouse from Merced" now. Who needs Purina? Mau-mau-mau!
Credit: mouse from merced
Midnight Cat At the Oasis.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 4, 2013 - 04:11am PT
Oh, so sorry.
Credit: mouse from merced
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.





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 4, 2013 - 04:42am PT
50 cans, it's true.  One free bag, too.  A dream come true.  It was le...
50 cans, it's true. One free bag, too. A dream come true. It was let through. neebee, "Thank you."
Credit: mouse from merced
Dried beetles from a discarded aluminum container.  No more Beetle Jui...
Dried beetles from a discarded aluminum container. No more Beetle Juice--they all must have become dehydrated and died in the inhumane heat. YOU BASTARDS!!!!
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 4, 2013 - 05:10am PT


Triplets required.

3 X 3 = 9.  Nein?
3 X 3 = 9. Nein?
Credit: mouse from merced

Who your Daddy now?  Don't step on my dreams.
Who your Daddy now? Don't step on my dreams.
Credit: mouse from merced

Used to be down, ain't down down mo'.
Used to be down, ain't down down mo'.
Credit: mouse from merced

Don't stop, but THINK when a roadside photographer has a long lens.  J...
Don't stop, but THINK when a roadside photographer has a long lens. Just sayin'....This guy was nice as pie!
Credit: mouse from merced

Talk of PIE!  Toss it, bake it, but EAT IT!  HO-HO-HO!
Talk of PIE! Toss it, bake it, but EAT IT! HO-HO-HO!
Credit: mouse from merced

YOU!!!
YOU!!!
Credit: mouse from merced

LuAnn and Bear of Bear Creek Cabins, Midpines.
LuAnn and Bear of Bear Creek Cabins, Midpines.
Credit: mouse from merced

The usual stacked uphill traffic, Sunday night while waiting to turn l...
The usual stacked uphill traffic, Sunday night while waiting to turn left, as if I had a choice. Bear Creek.
Credit: mouse from merced

Way-the-hell-up-there Acres, Bear Creek ridge-top.
Way-the-hell-up-there Acres, Bear Creek ridge-top.
Credit: mouse from merced

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.


(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.



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 4, 2013 - 09:44am PT
Who can break from the snares of the world
And stand with me among the white clouds?

Sum place of the Sierra Nevada.
Sum place of the Sierra Nevada.
Credit: Jim Shirley

Clouds...coulds...meh!

It's "can" that's the power.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 5, 2013 - 11:07am PT
Credit: mouse from merced
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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