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Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Nov 28, 2013 - 01:36pm PT

Redwood Forests - Lumber Felling and Milling 1940s
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 29, 2013 - 01:11pm PT
Well, that was a zAppa moment, for several reasons, which, blended together, form a huge flashback and prompt a response from me which is loaded with commas, all combining to form a sentence.

What a trip!

Keep the redwoods red, although, it may be ironically noted, Fort Ross never was "red," nor is it in a "red state."

That's what brothers-in-drivel do, bring you to the raw edge of the rash and let you scab like an out-of-work logger.

I got the heck out of Dodge in my Chevy on Wednesday afternoon, promptly at noon, resisted the impulse to take photos all the way to Brother Tim's. One hour, nine minutes.
On the wall of Tim's pigeon coop.
On the wall of Tim's pigeon coop.
Credit: mouse from merced
I witnessed stupidity at the RAWHIDE Road exit, where there is a one-lane bridge and the occasional lame-brain driver. I saw one! I felt like a n00bie birdwatcher, no lie. Tim told me some horribly funny stuff about scenes he's witnessed there.
"Whoever would want a venison taco?"--Bambi's mom
"Whoever would want a venison taco?"--Bambi's mom
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When I got there, he had been bucking a Gray Pine (not his nomenclature, but TTR, it was a downed large woody object, OK?) or Bull Pine. It had been cut down by him as it was a definite hazard, dead as yesterday, like a lot of others on the slope below his place.
Penis sabiniana.  RIP.
Penis sabiniana. RIP.
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I got tom-sawyered, dragooned, sandbagged, lured into the past. Tim and I partnered in Frank's Firewood in 1980 with a fellow guy--a climber of ill-repute, CH--and we named it for my dog Frank, a half-a-lab half-a-shorthair. Tim has had, since then, three dogs, Stretch, a black lab, Missy, a black lab with hairy ears, and now Sasha, a shepherd of six years.

The labs were at home with fishing--which is Tim's passion, which is now being suborned by GOLF, and part of his livelihood--and Sasha has her moments, since she's not bred to the water, but she loves it just the same.
Jig's up for these, all collected, facelifted, and mined from waters f...
Jig's up for these, all collected, facelifted, and mined from waters far and wide.
Credit: mouse from merced
More hard-luck stories and lies-in-wating.
More hard-luck stories and lies-in-wating.
Credit: mouse from merced
Missy, RIP.
Missy, RIP.
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Fishin' is the mission.
Sasha Ballhawk.  At rest, not resting in peace.  Live long and prosper...
Sasha Ballhawk. At rest, not resting in peace. Live long and prosper, leibchen.
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STretch, or STretcher, who could catch my best fastball!  GEEZE, did y...
STretch, or STretcher, who could catch my best fastball! GEEZE, did you SEE that? HOLY FETCH, Stretch! All-STar reactions.
Credit: mouse from merced
Stretch could sit still as if he were ice, with a cork balanced on his nose. He'd sit and sit until Tim gave the word. Then he'd flip it up in the air and snag it with his teeth.
Credit: the kid
Some of the results of the woodchucking party.  STretch, go fetch, boy...
Some of the results of the woodchucking party. STretch, go fetch, boy!
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Credit: mouse from merced
Chaining is the rice bowl that keeps it together for Tim.
A logo for WBraun for when he retires from SAR.  That will never happe...
A logo for WBraun for when he retires from SAR. That will never happen. That was a STupid remark. I was taking license.
Credit: mouse from merced
Fishing clients are not that plentiful lately because of the drought, mostly. Tim is filling in the time with playing NCGA senior tournaments for cash. He's doing fine, but his putting still sucks.
So he kills a lot of free time at Phoenix Lake, twenty-five a whack fo...
So he kills a lot of free time at Phoenix Lake, twenty-five a whack for 18 & a cart. Pasatiempo, at Santa Cruz, for comparison, costs two-twenty-five plus cart rental.
Credit: mouse from merced
So he practices his best shots a lot from his driving range next to the pigeon coop. He keeps banging away at rocks, just like I'm doing.

Related story on climbing thread, believe it.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1302410&tn=2500



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 29, 2013 - 02:07pm PT
Thanksgiving morning, cleaning up the leaves around the place and the ...
Thanksgiving morning, cleaning up the leaves around the place and the junk from the load of firewood and hauling them to the burn pile.
Credit: mouse from merced
The story of the woodchucking party is pretty funny.

I had not done this sort of thing in many years. Tim is the expert and the faller's faller, but not the most lucky woodchucker.

He parked his old for-bye and we proceeded to chuck wood. I'm getting warmed up, realizing that there is no headache board to protect the rear window, so I mindfully reduce the gusto on my ptososses, pturning them to lobs, which bounce, but with no forward mo.

And the very next mo, one of Tim's efforts bounds up and through the driver's side section of the window! B-zoinG!
I'm a Shattered! I'm sorry 'bout yer window, boss.
Sasha had to stay.  Platz, Sasha.  She was a bit put out not to accomp...
Sasha had to stay. Platz, Sasha. She was a bit put out not to accompany us to the burn pile, where there are lots of good smells.
Credit: mouse from merced
IT happens, Tim. He has the Toyota, the Blazer, and this other toy with two wheels. Not as if...

We paid that visit to the burn pile. We blazed before we left and we blazed when we unloaded. There was a small Case dozer bull-lazing in the sun.
JustInCase, lurkining.
JustInCase, lurkining.
Credit: mouse from merced
I used to be a fence post, I used to be an oak tree, I used to be a fi...
I used to be a fence post, I used to be an oak tree, I used to be a field rock, I used to be the sun, and I used to be Brian, now I'm just still me.
Credit: mouse from merced
What would you do if you saw a shoe hanging from a wire?  Shoot it and...
What would you do if you saw a shoe hanging from a wire? Shoot it and blaze one on the side of the road. This was shot at 4:22 p.m. BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
Credit: mouse from merced
We'll vouch for you, Mouse, we got stoned with ya!
We'll vouch for you, Mouse, we got stoned with ya!
Credit: mouse from merced
My stoned partners in "roadside distraction" on the way home from

My Grand Brother's House.

Thanks for makin' me a human brother, Brothergod.


T Hocking, I hope the juju and the food and the trip there and home are as good for you as they were for me and my bro.

zEerie-ously, we need to remember to go with the mo, the Mo, and the Moe. You're living (I think) proof that it's like falling off a log when you approach the flow in slo-mo, brushing aside the PO, and letting go and letting the Family Dog show you the best way. It saves time.


They call it Stormy Monday, but Black Friday is worse.

"The mo' the wanier."--Dill Bolt

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 29, 2013 - 10:17pm PT
For my most Jewish friends in/during the Jestival of Lights. Lighten up! All three of you! :0)

The first light.
The first light.
Credit: mouse from merced
The second light.
The second light.
Credit: mouse from merced

You'll have to wait for the rest, like you're not used to waiting...

"We were here first, Howard. Do something."
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 29, 2013 - 10:39pm PT
My rednecky friend, Geo LaF, needed a ride to Shatwater today. I obliged and we came back on a circuitous route which enabled us to take pictures, as we are wont when together out for a circuitous cruise.
Credit: GLF
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: GLF
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Geo LaF, my rednecky friend from Middle Earth.
Geo LaF, my rednecky friend from Middle Earth.
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I am Fricks and he is Flicks.
Geo LaF's rednecky friend.
Geo LaF's rednecky friend.
Credit: GLF
We are Wonted Men--and we are here to "shoot"...YOU up!
Back Woods Weight Reduction: Piss more than you drink.
You need to get rid of that spare tire, now Turkey Day is over, bro!
We can help!
We can help!
Credit: mouse from merced
Start drinking Keystone Light, bud.
Rednecks know.  The cans help you see the road on foggy nights on coun...
Rednecks know. The cans help you see the road on foggy nights on country roads, too.
Credit: mouse from merced


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 30, 2013 - 01:56pm PT
Quest for Fire, Monkeys Feed the Jews, Feast of Mannahturkey, Take Three.
Credit: myso-calledbrain

David BYRNE, the "Renaissance Man" himself, and his wrecking crew at a feast given by rSin, a known Flames sympathizer.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Dec 1, 2013 - 09:38pm PT
Bao Bao



Bao Bao masquerading as Bao Bao



Gimme some leaves or I'll turn you into a hipopótamo



zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Dec 1, 2013 - 09:56pm PT
Buncha tramps and a wolf, man - infernal disco.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 2, 2013 - 10:00am PT
I ain't no personal manager, zBabyBrown, but as a doctor of inflamotion, and to a professional-type disco-logist such as you, I say, "OW!!!!"

That is some soulin' on down, out of control, disco.


All Night In the Hully Gully
by Roofus Jazz

Gettin' down was easy. We hustled cuz it was after midnight. DJ was slow at first, but he livened up the more it snowed. Boy loves his frosty nose.

The directions I had said to boogie down to the ground this way:
"Turn--180° clockwise turn taken between 2 and 3 count, followed by a rock step."

They went on:
"Left Turn--180° counterclockwise turn taken between 1 and 2 count, followed by another rock step."

I was getting worried but kept on trucking the night away, headlamps doing a light show on the walls. We tried to stay in synch, but it's hard in the dark with weird shadows flashing all around.

It got harder, and this was the descent! We'd had a cakewalk going to the top.

We had to wheel, do some double hand-hold pumps, our arms like a bellows, and we rotated 180° clockwise together.

We needed to do an Inside or Loop Turn, similar to the loop turn from Swing. This of necessity means follower twirls 360° counterclockwise.

No problem. In a hurricane. On the head of a pin. In tandem or head-standing. But in the dark, not so much.

And suddenly it was dawn and we were down. It was a Wrap--similar to wrap from the western swing but the footing is the same as a half turn for the hustle at the other end of the night.

We celebrated! We partied hearty!

We did the Two hand turn--uses 180° turn footing, before the step the lead takes the followers right hand in his, then proceeds as if completing a wrap but changes back to mirror two hand position half way through the step.





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 2, 2013 - 08:39pm PT
7:20 a.m. and chilly, all of thirty-nine or forty outside then.  :0&#41;
7:20 a.m. and chilly, all of thirty-nine or forty outside then. :0)
Credit: mouse from merced
The dawn's early light on this, the fifth day and it's first quarter, Pigskin night.
Dredl cookies are supposed to look like spinning tops.  Inverted, they...
Dredl cookies are supposed to look like spinning tops. Inverted, they resemble the tops of lots of things. Eaten, they look like nothing at all.
Credit: mouse from merced
Gene

climber
Dec 2, 2013 - 11:35pm PT
Credit: Gene
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 2, 2013 - 11:40pm PT
Yeah?
Credit: mouse from merced
And furtherfvckin' more...
Credit: mouse from merced
Nawmean, Gene?

I haven't a clue.
Gene

climber
Dec 2, 2013 - 11:47pm PT
Love you Mouse. See ya soon.

g
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 2, 2013 - 11:58pm PT
gimme call

try Trophy Room

big damn TR

http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1506870/Golden-Years-on-Slab-Happy-Pinnacle
we get plenty slab-happy
Slap Pappy Pinnacle, Pinnacles National Park.  Provided by Clint Cummi...
Slap Pappy Pinnacle, Pinnacles National Park. Provided by Clint Cummins, just fecking with ya, C.C.
Credit: mouse from merced

but never sloopy

when you get into your cups
you increase the push-ups
you used to could do when you were young

in your golden years
you just increase your fears
rehashing your life rung by rung

And we all love you, too, Brandon.

MFM's Bone-a-fied El Cap blessing, good for ya and easy to swallow:
Liver, lung and heart, may he live long and prosper mammothly in aerobic health and start researching good hammocks for his golden years--and, finally, enjoy his wealth, whatever...

The romance thing, yer on yer own unless yer not


















































































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there.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 3, 2013 - 01:37am PT
Frank zAppa, freakin' out...
just like you, just like me
suckin' on the yuckies
everybody tradin' spit
every time they take a hit

yep

purple Frank Brown is back
Frank is back in town
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 3, 2013 - 06:04pm PT
And Mick is following his pecker tracks back to Virginia City. Hey, it's Christmas time! Or the run up to it, as the Brits say.

Ankle-grabbers, enjoy the proximity.

A George CArlin moment. Something completely indifferent to opinions others may have.

The word on the broadcasting and internest sh#t list, namely "sh#t," that gets played most often, seems like, but STILL CAN'T GET PRINTED OUT LOUD, so to write, is apparently still SH#T OUT OF LUCK, not only in Virginia, but it find itself in the ill favor of the US gob't and the rest of the states.

That's a pile of excrement, a real waste, if you wanna know the truth.

Write the sh#t right out of your songs and poems if you wanna post 'em here in all their GLORY & SPLENDOR or get off the pot.

Which'll it be, the pot or the sh#t?

Ya got me. I like both. I need to do the one, I mean number two, so it's Hobson's choice. Not like Pascal's bet at all.

Quandarize that, Kerouac, while you wipe your butt with your dirty smut!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 4, 2013 - 12:16pm PT
mt10910

This Hannukah light is for your sorry ass.

You are a dim bulb, bub.
You are a dim bulb, bub.
Credit: mouse from merced

How insulting, how crass, how juvenile can you get?
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2284692&tn=0#msg2284745

Attention whores are to be pitied.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 4, 2013 - 11:08pm PT
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Dec 5, 2013 - 06:28pm PT
You know the drill - or do you? Click to enlarge is available.

Credit: zBrown

The only identification I can find are the words "Lookey" and "Japan".

These items came from my toolbox, which I have been looking through and illustrate nothing except that folks paid more attention to detail when building tools in the old days and that the evolution (devolution?) of the church key shows a progression to shoddiness.

Boy Scout knife? Puzzling. I was never one.

Credit: zBrown

What did Gracie say to George? I think it was "Say goodnight Gracie"
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 5, 2013 - 07:01pm PT
Oh.

Is that awl?
A gift IDEA for you in case you decide to party.
A gift IDEA for you in case you decide to party.
Credit: mouse from merced
That wasn't meant to be a cutting remark, bud.
I am FINALLY just a twisted alcoholic runny gooey momellow on a hot tine roof on a cold day, bending my knee for a gal named Bertha.
Found shears belonged to "Bertha."
Found shears belonged to "Bertha."
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Something Grateful, Something Dead AT LAST.

i have become a norwegian rat
in a monsoon of tears
between raindrops



show me the way to the wharf, will ya, bud?

gotta dime?

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