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zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Mar 11, 2014 - 07:39pm PT

"What! all my pretty chickens and their dam/At one fell swoop?"

MacBeth (act IV, scene 3)


In case anyone was wondering about the origin of "fell swoop".


How much are you askin' for the Caddy?

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 11, 2014 - 10:48pm PT
I want free dollars.

Or a fistful of dynamite.



DUCK, YOU SUCKERS!!!

Or I might consider a good collection of fishing lures.
Credit: GI

Let's all get plastered on Paddy's and go blow somethin' up! One fell whoop!

Getcher green dynamite! Boom goes London...
Is that beautiful piano or what? Suzuki?
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Mar 11, 2014 - 11:41pm PT


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 13, 2014 - 11:38am PT
Hey, Miss Civility and I had a good thing, for a few months. Then...


Actually, today is gonna be a beautiful one--Look out the winders, fer shitsake. It's springtime!

Ayshegul Erk, from Ankara, Turkey, is meeting me for lunch at one.
On the Bridge at Yo Say Me Tay, and the International Bridge Competito...
On the Bridge at Yo Say Me Tay, and the International Bridge Competitor, takin' pitchers while gettin' pitcher-took.
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3-13-13, my lucky day on the Yosemite bus.  One year to the day!
3-13-13, my lucky day on the Yosemite bus. One year to the day!
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Meanwhile, underneath the bridge, some Trolls are having their fun with me...

It seems I have a serious problem with my Canon EOS Rebel T3. It is not able to deliver JPG images to my computer, only CR2 images (Canon RAW images) only. I have no clue, as the gargle on the internet is too garbled and no one here in Merced has a camera shop anymore to guide me through this pitiable condition.

This is serious, and I NEED HELP, or this could be a long dry spell for me. I may end up repeating some shots from the past, unwittingly. Bear with me, Campers and Climbers.

I may end up having to BUY Adobe Photoshop, and who knows what that will lead to? Cosmic Debris? Locker JAW?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 13, 2014 - 01:04pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 14, 2014 - 03:03am PT

Hey, I want to tell you, that running into Ayshegul was like the sweete breeth of spring, as Chaucer might could say.

It ran like this.
I waited at the Bistro reading Gide and watching for foreign-looking gals.

I drank decaf and read how the Pope was imprisoned by the Freemasons.
Then a lady approached up the walk towards the fountain who looked like and was, Ayshe. She had a yellow bag.

We exchanged hugs, gifts, small talk, and had some lunch.
We went for the 'native' guided stroll of downtown.

We stopped into Second Time Around. We stopped into Reinero's Trophy Room. We saw elk, moose, deer, and bears and Dall sheep. And then we went to the Tioga.

It was the most spectacularly clear day I have witnessed yet this year.
There was a vista extending way down past Fresno, peaks and ridges all just clear. Oh, for a good lens and tripod, it was killer.

Ayshegul reminded me that her Turkey is blessed with similar beauty, the desert and the peaks and the vistas. We took a few breathing minutes at my place in Middle Earth. We then made our way to The Courthouse.

Well, we had twenty minutes to see what we could, and she was lucky to have a qualified guide. I ran her through to the new exhibit in under fifteen and then we ran into Herb Wood.

He is the accession coordinator and helps with the exhibits. It was nice that he and Ayshe interacted. She'll remember that. The Cunningham art was displayed on the walls, and it was superb.

When we left, we took the route through the Courthouse Park that went through the Vet's memorials. Then we toured the lodges, the Elks, the Masons, and the Oddfellows.

We met her daughter at fivish and they gave me a lift to the hotel, then we bid adieu. It was very enjoyable, and I have no pix. Sorry.

I got home and packed up an album of Orvis fly patterns and a binder of maps and several topos of vintage and went back to the Pub. I met Derek DAley there and gave him the goods for being so decent to me at the Range of Light festival. And his lady CArolyn is a packer, so she'll enjoy those maps, too.

All in all, a nice old afternoon and night. Fifty-four degrees or fight. Balmy spring night, but a bit on the chill side.

I went over to Gabe's Tavern, after saying goodnight to Derek. It was Gabe's wake and there was a FULL HOUSE and almost a FULL MOON, so...

I had a shortie and then split.

I was eager to read this article in the Downtown Life Mag (DLM).

Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Gabe.
Gabe.
Credit: mouse from merced
I have known Andy a long time. He is my kinda people. His brother Marco, as well, though I've only just met him this year.

Laguna IS a bar-fly and a Bukowski-like, a Mickey Rourke-ian, a real alky.

He dried out in Texas last fall, then made it back to the land of sunshine and Tioga-Sequoia and hasn't stopped consuming, but at a much mellower rate, by my reckoning. We are in agreement on many things. We love the Rolling STones, porter, and blonde beers like Half Dome.

I only got mildly intoxicated, mind you. I was riding a bike. I know how it goes if you get beyond a point.

As it's almost a full moon, so just as to make it right, my sis called tonight to see if I was all right. I said, Is that your phone, Derek? He said, No, it's yours.

And that's how I got my first cell phone call in public. I lost my "status" as whatever I was before. I feel no different, it's just one of those moments in life that only happen once. Like this scene...

HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!!!!!

It's early, but if I have my way I won't be here then, just as I'm still not there yet. It helps if yur Gemini if yur me.





zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Mar 15, 2014 - 12:33am PT
Went thru the border patrol (or is it homeland security?) checkpoint on highway 94 this evening.

Dude says "where you from?" sezI "you talkin' to me SA?"

I can report, however, that the southern section of the Pacific Crest Trail is in tact.

Pacific Crest Southern Terminus Log

Credit: zBrown

Credit: zBrown


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 15, 2014 - 09:16pm PT
Agradable, Senor zBrown.
Happy Trails, amigos.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Mar 15, 2014 - 10:16pm PT
Well after seeing that show, I can tell a few things:

1) I need me one of the V DEE EO cameras and a backup band
2) I think we were underdressed and supplied for our excursion
3) I need me a pistola (as the rangers say R U Packin')?
4) I usually see rattlesnakes only when looking at someone else's photos

That "I" is actually "We" including the ever-present Michele

The detour off the PCT to Morena Butte is steep and windy. Some have called the trail sketchy and/or non-existent at times. Windy too.

EDIT: Oh yeah, a portrero, is nothing more than a fancy Spanish name for a place for cows to eat.

EDIT-OT: Has anyone seen my Coleman stove and lantern? I can't for the life of me (or anyone else I suppose) figure out what became of them.

The stove looks something like this/.








mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 16, 2014 - 07:55am PT
Hah! Z missing stove! But of course!

So go camping on the full moon, mon.
Credit: mouse from merced
That's "PO-trero," not "POR-trero," Senor zMon.

Easy, Rider. Got drums? Got flying dreams?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 16, 2014 - 08:23am PT
DAY TRIPPIN', yeah.

I woke up feeling like a million bucks. Just go and get on the bus, Gus.

So I did. I met John Decker, from Upper Middle Earth in the elevator, with his bike, heading for the ten o'clock YARTS to the Valley, also.

We separated at the Lodge, he to Fern Spring and wherever, and I to the meadows, not having his fitness and respecting his nature, which is the Lone Wolf thing. I'm the Lone Mouse, so it's all good.

So, this Day Trip is really a solo climb from Merced in the classic mode.

Approach.
Zipping thru Planada.
Zipping thru Planada.
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Into the Plains on Hwy 140.
Into the Plains on Hwy 140.
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YEE-HAW!!
YEE-HAW!!
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Zipping thru Catheys Valley.
Zipping thru Catheys Valley.
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Slogging thru Mariposa.
Slogging thru Mariposa.
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Real ironic, huh?
Real ironic, huh?
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Friday lunch at the Mariposa transpo center.  Carolyn's Hot Dog Cart a...
Friday lunch at the Mariposa transpo center. Carolyn's Hot Dog Cart and Bistro was also open for lunch.
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At the Ferguson slide stop light.  There were few poppies this high up...
At the Ferguson slide stop light. There were few poppies this high up the Merced Canyon as yet. Very weak show downstream, too. Redbud's just getting going this week.
Credit: mouse from merced
Camp 4 Shuttle Bus stop, "Number Nine."
Camp 4 Shuttle Bus stop, "Number Nine."
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The first of three Ranger vehicles racing down the road past Camp 4.  ...
The first of three Ranger vehicles racing down the road past Camp 4. "Numbah Ten."
Credit: mouse from merced
I went and coffeed up in the Caf--the Food Court, pardon me, for it was time for a brew-up.
Then I biked over the Swinging Bridge, which is no longer a swinger, and locked it to a picnic table and went downstream on the Southside Riverside Trail.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 16, 2014 - 09:04am PT
The Route.
The Southside Riverside Trail—the shortest distance from Yellow Pines to the Lodge for walking nature lovers not in a rush.
FishFinder's Facelift buddies clued me in to this trail, mentioning beaver sign.
View from the Bridge.
View from the Bridge.
Credit: mouse from merced
Hey, she was begging for it!!
Hey, she was begging for it!!
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Beavers, surely.
Beavers, surely.
Credit: mouse from merced
Beavers' leavings.
Beavers' leavings.
Credit: mouse from merced
Leidig Meadow lies beyond the trees.  Who, you ask, is this Leidig?
Leidig Meadow lies beyond the trees. Who, you ask, is this Leidig?
Credit: mouse from merced
Yosemite was created a National Park on October 1, 1890. Each year between 1891 and 1913, the War Department sent troops of cavalry into Yosemite National Park on patrol duty. Sequoia and Yellowstone Parks also received military protection.
The Army Officer in charge acted as the Superintendent of the Park. The troops would arrive in May and leave about October, returning to the Presidio of San Francisco. Captain A. E. Wood was in Command of the first Troops assigned to Yosemite. Captain Wood, in command of two Troops of Cavalry, Companies I and K arrived in Yosemite May 19, 1891, and set up camp at Wawona.
During the Spanish American War in 1898 the U.S. Troops assigned to Yosemite were recalled to the Presidio. The protection of the Parks, until the Troops could again assume their duties, was assigned to the General Land Office of the U.S. Department of the Interior. A Special Land Inspector was made Acting Superintendent of three Parks. He employed assistant forest agents during the summer to eject sheep trespass and fight forest fires. The General Land Office therefore became involved in the early administration of both the National Parks and the Forest Reserves in California.
By June 25, 1898, Special Inspector J. W. Zevely of the General Land Office had hired eleven men from the Yosemite region and these men were assigned to two special agents. Special Agent A. W. Buick was in charge of five men: The men were, Archie C. Leonard, George R. Byde, Henry A. Skelton, Charles A. Leidig, Arthur L. Thurman, and they took over the northern part of Yosemite. Special Agent Cullom was given six men: George G. MacKenzie, Thomas S. Carter, David Lackton, Darwin S. Lewis, Joel J. Westfall, Joseph R. Borden, and this group were assigned to the southern part of Yosemite.
Both groups were well armed and mounted and they were constantly in the field expelling sheep trespass, fighting forest fires and arresting all those with fire arms. During the period from June 25th until September lst they reported they had expelled from the Park 189,000 head of sheep, 350 head of horses, 1,000 head of cattle, and confiscated 27 fire arms. These men made up the first civilian protection force for the Yosemite National Park.
The U.S. Troops returned to the Park on August 25, 1898, and the Forest Agents were relieved of their duties.
In September 1898 the Acting Superintendent received authorization to appoint Forest Rangers at fifty dollars a month for temporary service. These men were to assist the Troops on their patrols. Two of the forest agents, Archie Leonard and Charles Ledig were hired that September. In the late fall when the Troops were preparing to leave Yosemite it was recommended that the two forest agents be kept on for the winter to protect the Park. This was authorized and they remained on as rangers for many years.
Low water in a small slough.
Low water in a small slough.
Credit: mouse from merced
Downstream, the slough joins the river.
Downstream, the slough joins the river.
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Leidig Meadow ends at the river's turning to the north side at the Bro...
Leidig Meadow ends at the river's turning to the north side at the Brothers.
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I blew the shots of two woodpeckers.  The blackbirds were much more ob...
I blew the shots of two woodpeckers. The blackbirds were much more obliging. These were taken using a 75-300 lens which no longer auto-focuses. There is some blur due to my poor eyesight and using a manual focus.
Credit: mouse from merced
Female blackbird.
Female blackbird.
Credit: mouse from merced
You lookin' at ME?  I'm not the only one here.
You lookin' at ME? I'm not the only one here.
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Another lady blackbird.
Another lady blackbird.
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I listened to the Blackbird Chorus for quite a while, till their direc...
I listened to the Blackbird Chorus for quite a while, till their director cued them to relocate.
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Robin Redbreast.
Robin Redbreast.
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Robin Redux.
Robin Redux.
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Lost Arrow and Yosemite Point from the trail.
Lost Arrow and Yosemite Point from the trail.
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Ducking downstream, cherching la femme.
Ducking downstream, cherching la femme.
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Look, a duckie!
Look, a duckie!
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View upstream.
View upstream.
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View upstream, the Brothers' shadows on Indian Canyon wall.
View upstream, the Brothers' shadows on Indian Canyon wall.
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View downstream.
View downstream.
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View downstream, one of the Brothers.
View downstream, one of the Brothers.
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Landform.
Landform.
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Another landform.
Another landform.
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And with that, I took off for the bus stop, not knowing they were already departing.

Edit: I don't know what happened to the text. Do you care? I am too tired to fix it.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 16, 2014 - 09:22am PT
Descent.

having missed the bus, I took a walk in the dark and ended up at the I...
having missed the bus, I took a walk in the dark and ended up at the Indian Village behind the Museum.
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I found this Miwok lodge and went inside to rest, think, and decide wh...
I found this Miwok lodge and went inside to rest, think, and decide what to do. I could go find the Rangers and ask for a jail cot. Or I could just go see the Brauns, too.
Credit: mouse from merced
The lovable, laughing Merry, my friend and confidante.
The lovable, laughing Merry, my friend and confidante.
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Around 4 a.m., the near-full moon's moonshine on the Falls Wall.
Around 4 a.m., the near-full moon's moonshine on the Falls Wall.
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Walking down to Degnan's Deli for coffee, sevenish.
Walking down to Degnan's Deli for coffee, sevenish.
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The cheapest way to deal with leaf litter and it's very loud and nasty...
The cheapest way to deal with leaf litter and it's very loud and nasty.
Credit: mouse from merced
Close-up of Upper Yo Fall.
Close-up of Upper Yo Fall.
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And another close-up shot.
And another close-up shot.
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Looking a bit more closely.
Looking a bit more closely.
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Rainbow from two weeks ago, never showed Saturday morning.
Rainbow from two weeks ago, never showed Saturday morning.
Credit: mouse from merced
No explanation for the rainbow's non-appearance.  It's beyond me.
No explanation for the rainbow's non-appearance. It's beyond me.
Credit: mouse from merced
Old pilings from a YVRR bridge on the way home.
Old pilings from a YVRR bridge on the way home.
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FYI, tourons on the bus.
FYI, tourons on the bus.
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Sundays they go to meeting in Catheys Valley--some go here, next to th...
Sundays they go to meeting in Catheys Valley--some go here, next to the Post Office.
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Cattle on Miles Creek, Las Goity Ranch.
Cattle on Miles Creek, Las Goity Ranch.
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Lower down on Miles Creek, almost on The Plains of Planada again.
Lower down on Miles Creek, almost on The Plains of Planada again.
Credit: mouse from merced

Home again, home again, jiggity-jig.

There is much joy in retelling adventures, packing, climbing, or day tripping.

I appreciate my audience.

Have a nice pleasant Sunday.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 16, 2014 - 05:28pm PT
A package came to the office downstairs, so I had a note in my mailbox from Saturday, which I hadn't checked till this morning.

The night manager, Shelly, came down and got it for me.

This is the cargo, after I got it all un-taped.

Based on photo taken on Boxing Day, December 26, 2013, in front of Deg...
Based on photo taken on Boxing Day, December 26, 2013, in front of Degnan's.
Credit: mouse from merced

It came through just fine as can be, neebee.

A genuine 'neebee.'
A genuine 'neebee.'
Credit: mouse from merced

Amy's THE Niece, and I'm the Uncle with No Wrinkled Brow.

I was wearing the same dang sweater, as Shelly pointed out. :0)

I am too bereft of words...NOT!!

But BIG T.HANKS are yours from myself and my family.
Remember the movie BIG, where Tom is a kid in a grown-up's body?
neebee's a dancer, and don't you also "pianicize?"

The saddest part of all of this, and it's real heart-rending:

Amy and Adam were wed in the Yosemite Chapel, January 1, 2003;
her mother, Lenna, called the other day,
literally just hours after I had tossed out the dang picture of Adam and Amy on that day,
their wedding shot, dated;
and then Lenna related
as to how Amy had earlier in the day
called to say
that their divorce is finalized.

What more can I say
that explains "irony"
and "anti-serendipity" any better?

The likeness of Amy is just incredible, by the way.

I am no judge of my own looks, certainly, but it looks like me according to you, so that's all I need to know.







mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 16, 2014 - 05:34pm PT
Recalling more T.HANKS, handsome is as handsome does.
Family resemblance is just a matter of the mind...if you don't mind lo...
Family resemblance is just a matter of the mind...if you don't mind looking like this.
Credit: mouse from merced
Amy is an accredited hair-cutting type like her great-grandmother Ora Belle was not. Ora Belle picked it all up from magazines and GFs and her sisters, I imagine...
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Mar 16, 2014 - 10:16pm PT
The Portrero is where the cows without much money eat or The Potrero whose owner did not pay the water bill. It's mighty dry this year.

I have to admit to a bit of a mistake here. There are actually four peaks at the Moreno Butte, not three. So if you're not careful it's possible that you may not get the opportunity to sign the "guest" book (that's what we call it at The (Wealthy) Potrero. I know Paul Ryan used this excuse and I know Paul Ryan and I am not Paul Ryan.

When will readers here, see the mouse's version of the Airplane Crash at Lower Merced River Pass? or The Plane Wreck near Los Gatos.

You won't have a name once you ride the big airplane, all you'll be called will be de-postees.










zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Mar 16, 2014 - 11:01pm PT
Credit: zBrown
Credit: zBrown
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 17, 2014 - 12:23am PT
Ahh, BBs vs. Howitzers, eh?

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 17, 2014 - 01:12am PT
Verga vs. "shoures soote," even.

YAY, Yosemite Steve!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 17, 2014 - 01:49am PT
And from our Berkeley correspondents, Throwpie and Throwpeg (who are somewhere being themselves, I hope), comes this one on his FB page.
STeven, we have you on the air...


Peg?



Anyone there?

http://sftimes.co/?id=115&src=share_fb_new_115



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