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Peter Haan

Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
Oct 22, 2012 - 04:35pm PT
Mouster,

In the second post on this thread, (and your second post) that image apparently taken in front of the tiny route, Short but Thin, located near the Slack start and La Escuela, at the base of El Cap. The unidentified are Alan Bard (= AB) and Kurt, the Santa Cruz sidekick of Carter. Fun shot of Millis, isn't it. As often recalled by many, Dennis could eat french fries without opening his mouth. A plus often.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2012 - 06:23pm PT
Thanks, Peter.

Always know your friend, and your friend's closer.

Giants closer, Brian Wilson.
Giants closer, Brian Wilson.
Would you know him with no beard or jersey number?  38 times out of 40...
Would you know him with no beard or jersey number? 38 times out of 40, FN.
Credit: Duh!
Go Giants, even if the Beard ain't pitching this year.

All the Flames from Merced were Giants fans.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2012 - 07:46pm PT
Is it any wonder we were Giants fans? Orange and Black!
Block M.
Block M.
Credit: mouse from merced
Throwpie on left.  1966.  A freshman diver.
Throwpie on left. 1966. A freshman diver.
Credit: mouse from merced
Is it any wonder Throwpie went for diving?
Is it any wonder Throwpie went for diving?
Credit: mouse from merced

http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2012/09/21/2549042/old-friends-last-el-capitan-high.html

El Cap High, Merced.  1958-1961.  In the middle of a tomato field.  Ac...
El Cap High, Merced. 1958-1961. In the middle of a tomato field. Across the road from a cattle paddock. With a marvelous view of Mt. Clark and Merced Peak.
Credit: MC Historical Society
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 22, 2012 - 07:55pm PT
Sorry mouse, Brian Wilson is my cousin and that baseball player is not Brian Wilson




I wish they all could be California Girls
I'd pick up on their good Vibrations
On The sloop John B

P.S

I'll grant you Throwpie on the left but who is on the far right?

And,

The tall woman in the center is obviously a Wilson

Help me Rhonda.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2012 - 08:09pm PT
That's'n't the Brain Wilson I am familiar with.
Brian Wilson's brain-on-a-stick.  Bold 'n moldy oldies.
Brian Wilson's brain-on-a-stick. Bold 'n moldy oldies.
Credit: MMGood
Advaced placement physics.
Not rock science.
Not rock science.
Credit: Licknstick.
Metal shop instructor, 1959.
Metal shop martinet, Mr. Coonrod.  Never liked surf music, the bastard...
Metal shop martinet, Mr. Coonrod. Never liked surf music, the bastard.
Credit: El Rodeo Yearbook


My family: includes one mouse and two dogs.
Nana, Lenna and Heidi, Mouse, Mike, Dad, Mom, young Timothy. <br/>
Spot, t...
Nana, Lenna and Heidi, Mouse, Mike, Dad, Mom, young Timothy.
Spot, the Welsh Corgi, stage right.
'62 Merc Monterey.
Credit: mouse from merced's Grandad
The car is this exact model & color.
1962 Mercury Monterey, a real sled.
1962 Mercury Monterey, a real sled.
the Merc was the color of the El Capitan Gauchos, that kind of blue and black.

Here is the Alma Mater for El Capitan High School, written by the band master's son, Garth Steen.

"Hail!  El Capitan"
"Hail! El Capitan"
Credit: El Rodeo Yearbook
I find it Heart-warming that El Capitan High School began its run in 1958.

How fitting. I heard a rumor that they even practiced making pitons in shop class the next year.

One thing I never got straight, and I blame it on Miss Lemmon, the Spanish language teacher, who I served in my capacity as a bookseller many years after she retired, and whose reputation as a poor teacher was pretty well understood by those who took her courses. I'm certain she must have had something to do with this mis-nomer.

The mascot of our El Capitan High School was the Gaucho. Why not the vaquero, which was the Californios' equivalent of the caballero of Spain? But the gaucho of the pampas in South America? I'm pretty sure they are keeping the original mascot for the newer version of ECHS.

It's view of the Sierra Nevada will be just as nice, no matter who's looking, I'm sure.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 22, 2012 - 08:26pm PT
Uh, if those two photos are the exactly the same car, then why is the license plate number different? (I can tell one is black and white and the other is colorizied (thanks Ted, say Hi to Jane and tell her I love those barbells).

BTW, you were tall for your age and are Lenna & Heidi riding one of those homemade two-by-four skateboards we popularized in 1959?



Tim was way advanced, that's a real homemade scooter he's got there.

Cool stuff and all that mouse.

One thing you could possibly clear up. They held high school classes on El Capitan in the '60's?



Bust yer buns (may be a forgettable climb, WTF do I know)

Mimi

climber
Oct 22, 2012 - 08:28pm PT
Awesome old pictures and tales, Mouse. Thanks for posting.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2012 - 08:43pm PT
I recommend a tour on Tony Immoos' website. WOW!!!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/trimmoos/3307713413/

It so happens that Denair is like next door to Oakdale. And folks wonder why tom Frost lives out there...



Here is what you can see from some spots in the Central Valley. I grew up looking out a window from my upper bunk bed at the ridge separating Merced from Mariposa. I could only imagine where Half Dome might appear if it were taller.

Still...

there were days when it was clear as glass and the mountains marched off south and Mt. Hoffmann would appear.

And the Giants have WON THE PENNANT!!!

Yeah, BabY BY THE BAY!!!

Scooter-O!!!


zBrown: It's exactly the technique for skateboard pioneers like us. We started out with a long two by and a wooden fruit box (Cloud,s Rest Tomatoes/Le Grand) and it got shortened up later. Throwpie was a skateboard champ here on the Applegate Park tennis courts.)

Owned & operated by Scott Ruffalo, my step-son.  Same block as the Tio...
Owned & operated by Scott Ruffalo, my step-son. Same block as the Tioga where I live. He's now a full-time wage slave with four kids. And boxes of trophies and old boards and trucks and such.
Credit: mouse from merced


zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 22, 2012 - 08:56pm PT
I always remember it as (bless your wicked little heart Heb Caen):



I've often wondered, at least in the last few minutes or so, what it would have been like to half [sic] a view of Full Dome. C'mon people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2012 - 09:00pm PT
Vot's dot you zay?

Dot's a climber up dere?

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 22, 2012 - 09:03pm PT
The strange thing was going out sidewalk surfing on a Friday night in the Southern California car culture.




Well hello Mr. Zog, I dropped by to pick up some sex wax




*Note OSHA recommended not eating or chewing, just rub it on your stick.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Oct 22, 2012 - 09:12pm PT
Did you notice that Dr. F's two threads are approaching 50,000, whilst an interesting thread such as this, or say eKat's snow thread are less than 50?


This will be my last post on the SuperTopo Forum, what's right is right.

I'm being self deported.

Adios mis amigos. I won't have a name, but then maybe I never did.



Does the world still suck?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcEAQY5HIRw

Like they weren't even human

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTdd3-V5WxI&feature=related
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2012 - 09:17pm PT
Lake Yosemite, UC Merced in middle distance. <br/>
This was where the pseu...
Lake Yosemite, UC Merced in middle distance.
This was where the pseudo-surfers went for the Submarine Racing.
Not surfable.
La Bahia Motel on Beach St., Santa Cruz.  My grandparents managed the ...
La Bahia Motel on Beach St., Santa Cruz. My grandparents managed the place. They gave me a 9' board that a guest left in lieu of rent. Woo-hoo! I never surfed Santa Cruz, only SoCal.

http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1334200&msg=1334200#msg1334200

Odd, the things going on. The Dingus thread, the earthquake a couple days ago, the Giants going to the Series again...

Might be a dumb thing to get deported just now, amigo. Things look like they are livening up.

Earthquake/rockfall/caliclysmic phenomena/two-headed cats, I tellya!

neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Oct 22, 2012 - 09:35pm PT
hey there say, mousefrommerced and all you fun folks here...


thanks for all the share, a full variety here...

am enjoying seeing you all kind of
'playing tennis' here... :)

had not seen this yet--been a bit busy--so i just jump
on and off and hit only a few of the post...

happy i got to sit here a bit tonight...



will go back and see if some more of the pics have 'manefested'...

timid, give a 'hey there to nita'...
and if you see matt around, my dear brother, give him one, too...

interesting neat older pics here, too,
thanks...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2012 - 09:47pm PT
Climber chicks in Robbins Boots are Sexy and deserve to be seen..
Climber chicks in Robbins Boots are Sexy and deserve to be seen..
Credit: Throwpie
I want to thank you, Walleye, for cleaning this photo of "Limber Linda" Halvorsen. she was the ideal "Flames Mama," according to the Rev.

He was in town this rainy afternoon. He stopped by after visiting Betty and Lem, his folks. He told me his mom had a fall and it wasn't too serious. I asked him did Beautiful Betty do it third-classing something and wouldn't you know it, the Synch is still as active between us two as it was in 1969.

He said she was on a bench hanging clothes on a line, a thing she's done innumerable times, when she slipped or the bench tipped. Should have had a rope, but that's so typical of how things go between the Rev and the Mouse.

Here's our prom picture, March 1965.
Jeff, Suze, Liz #1, Mouse.  1965.
Jeff, Suze, Liz #1, Mouse. 1965.
Credit: mouse from merced
Trust does not grow on trees. Jeff's folks live in an old, old almond orchard, nonetheless.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 22, 2012 - 10:33pm PT
1957 Goliath Coupe, 4-speed on the column. <br/>
I learned some driving in...
1957 Goliath Coupe, 4-speed on the column.
I learned some driving in this but Dad sold it and got a '57 VW bug.
Boomer, my dad, age 32.  Lake Tahoe.  He's gonna learn to water ski.
Boomer, my dad, age 32. Lake Tahoe. He's gonna learn to water ski.
Credit: mouse from merced's Grandad
They say there's a family resemblance.  Most def.
They say there's a family resemblance. Most def.
Mammut Rope on The Line, Lover's Leap, 1976.
Credit: mouse from merced
My parents honeymonned at the Leap. Their wedding day is August 10, 1945.

Corrugated Corner P1 was my first lead there, and our first trip there was in August, 1970. Mathis, Bullfrog, and Mouse. We did Haystack and another, Bear's Reach, I guess.

A week later we were in the Bugs. Not the VW bugs, either, we were in a VW camper. Stylin' for the moss-backs! Woo-hoo!

The Yodelin' Yokels from Yose-might!

Lock up yer virgin daughters, we're not playing pranks!
We come to climb yer mountains, we're the Ca-liff-ornia Yanks!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 23, 2012 - 12:34pm PT
That trip was a success. They threw us out of the Provincial Park, we fought fire with a forestry foreman out in Edgewater, then the locals bought our beer for the rest of the week, too. And we lived through the climbing, best of all.

Coming back to Yosemite, the climbs started getting ticked.

Wan't a thing we could do but to climb and count coup.

Those climbs had no reason to get hot 'n huffy

Midterm is just so overwehelmingly stuffy.

And Entrance Exam, he thinks he's so tough he

Tried to chop our f*#king rope!

We pulled Pharaoh's Beard and avoided the curse of King Tut's tomb...

The Tilted Mitten leaned right and the Sphinxter lent us some wisdom.

We Jumped for Joy after cracking the Nutcracker, laid low after Higher Cathedral for the second time, and Facelifted Lucifer's Ledge. Some pigs should be considered less equal, truly.

Lenna's Lieback came later. Like lots later. Millis took over and it was too late to downclimb, he was a Flame and had his place in the matchbook which proclaims "success without college; knowledge without college; the School of Yosemite Rocks."

Old school. Older fool takes on younger fool and passes on his errors.
Old school:  Who thought women could climb!?
Old school: Who thought women could climb!?
I don't think Dillis thought ladies needed to be seen on the rock. I may have him wrong. It would be old school to insist.

Chessler's has a $250 manila line.  That's old school.  Try smoking it...
Chessler's has a $250 manila line. That's old school. Try smoking it.
We sadly neglected mountaineering in favor of rock climbs only.
This was an error in mentoring. I would have gladly gone to Starr King or to some remoter S. Yo. peaks. But noooo.

BooDawg, if only we had known!



Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 24, 2012 - 10:42am PT
My fantasty ride--that is if was a bit "lowered" and had flames painte...
My fantasty ride--that is if was a bit "lowered" and had flames painted on the doors.
Credit: Gypsy
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Oct 24, 2012 - 10:43am PT
and of course the motto of "De Flames" was

"ride low, cruise slow"

that was when wasn't having a rumble with De Bears...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 24, 2012 - 11:31am PT
First and foremost, The Flames are a car club, albeit for dudes with no ride of their own. It is what it is.

It so happened that back in the early 70s, women Lost Some of Their Attraction but Not All and a then few of us Merced Flames started rock climbing. Little did we realize, at first, the potential not only for exercise, inspiration, and mental health (!) inherent in the sport of dings, but we soon learned that climbers who have even the smallest rep are infinitely preferred in a pick-up situation to the average hippie-on-a-nature-binge who was such a ubiquitous part of the Camping Scene in YoVal.

You must understand that Merced lives up to it's local "mer-dead" nickname in the estimation of many Mer-teens and Mc-jobless delinquent types such as Flames, Dirty Hands, Sub Racers, and Pause-Whats, all "legit' social enterprises in our country city, all formed mainly to combat boredom and outclass rival clickas...

You know how it gets in isolated little towns, not a club scene anyplace worth a dime, especially on weeknights, everyone sits around broke, wishing for weed, a new, fresh girly-face, staring at each other, farting to make something happen, listening to the "newest" six-month old Doc Watson LP over and over, the chicks aren't interested in yer sh#t any more and wanta go home, whine whine whine, and you are all simply BORED OUT OF YOUR SKULLS! Rock climbing had it's appeal, it's escapism beckoned, and the romance between me and the lichen and crystals and dust and stars and friends took hold and directed my life for the next many years.

And later on I grew up.

There were not only cracks, chimneys, and face to be had in the Bitch-Ditch. (That is or was our gentlemanly euphemism for a babe-magnet like the Valley!) There were also legs to go with them! "Maid to order," in a manner of speaking; vulgar though it is, it is very close to the truth. Camp 4 man does not exist by the breadth of his climbing nor by the size of his rack, but by the broad swath cut through the ranks of the pretty maids all in a dorm. You sure don't need to have a string in order to be canonized a hardman, but it helps your rep. May be why Donini...Never mind. Not kind.

But women play that game, too. Otherwise, Lito would have had less to write about. Motives behind our passions are many times the result of sexual frustration. Here's a prime example from the roaring days of Yosemite Sam's, the cantina dedicated to beer and Creedence.

I should set the tone. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP3TTGuddjY

Some week nights we got to sleep at a decent hour. Saturday was always a party in the cantina. I don't know how long Yosemite Sam's lasted, but it was a warm, friend-packed, beery place where you could dance until eleven or so. The place probably got shut down, but there must have been good reasons. It was a money-maker, doubt not.

Cagle, Cox, Cowboy, Meyers, the Rev, Millis when he was around (he got a job in Redondo at Pat's Ski Y Sportas), and more, including maids, desk virgins, and servers. It was for the benefit of the employees that the cantina had opened in the first place. It must have discouraged drug use by substituting more drugs, which is The American Way. And the NPS was apparently not going to object, or was willing to wait until someone killed themselves from driving home from the place. Quien sabe? All I know is I loved the atmosphere because I was a butting alkie. Yep. Consume more than you can afford, buy many rounds for pals with no reciprocity, and you are well on the way.

Werner relates; not that he's alcoholic, but he has seen them and never drinks. He's had his fill. For some it's uphill and always will be.

So one night I am heavy into this little blonde server and am jamming on the dance floor so much with her and we seem to be going places when Larry came and snatched her away: He and his red-headed charm, his cowboy demeanor...aw, schist! So, drunk as I suddenly was, I staggered out into the night, found my hardware stash in camp, set out a rack for the Tower, and by the time I'd coffeed up with Ron Cagle, had convinced him to help in schlepping my haul sack, just a LaFuma guide pack with comestibles and Fern Spring water, while I carried the ropes and racks.

Lessons learned:
1--Never take bananas on a climb if you value its completion. They don't react well to packing. Use banana chips instead. This climb died in a mash of bananas.

2--Never let a woman be the only reason you climb. That is pathetic. It's not correct motivation. Did I say it's pathetic?

3--Never drink to stupefaction and think you are capable of climbing anything. I've done it too often to not say so. If you do try, don't be a repeat offender. It's definitely a sign of alcoholism. Stop climbing, get help. Yer gonna die, but it so doesn't need to be like that. That would be absolutely pathetic!

Enough said about that expedition, except to say I got to expiate some lust, if not all. It's quite a hike to the tree at the base of the Leaning Tower.

I'm gonna bivvy here, see ya to da next pitch, eh?

May San Joaquin protect you on life's paths until I rerun again.
http://midf.wordpress.com/2008/07/26/one-pair-of-legs/

St. Joachim, aka San Joaquin, is patron saint to hitch-hikers.  Try it...
St. Joachim, aka San Joaquin, is patron saint to hitch-hikers. Try it. He is wise in the ways of travel options. Left or right? Take this ride or not? Short prayers go a long ways with him.



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