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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jul 19, 2014 - 10:03pm PT
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hey there say, tami... oh my, condelences, as to your dad... :(
was so caught up in my daddy passing, etc, i do not know if i was here, enough to know this?
well, happy good eve to you all, here...
am babysitting, got to go now...
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Big Mike
Trad climber
BC
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Jul 19, 2014 - 10:23pm PT
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sometimes they just don't come matt. that's when you forget those people because they usually aren't worth your time bud...
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RyanD
climber
Squamish
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Jul 19, 2014 - 10:36pm PT
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Sorry Matt.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 19, 2014 - 10:37pm PT
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Hey dude, whoever you are, these are all my friends here. Are you my friend too?
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MisterE
climber
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Jul 19, 2014 - 10:37pm PT
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I lost the friends I needed to lose
and I found the friends I needed to find
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 19, 2014 - 11:23pm PT
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Jefe, dude, that was funnier than the flamin' bag o' shite trick.
Really folks, nothing anybody needs to worry about. I am actually finally feeling liberated enough to face whatever. The connections that I have made here on the Taco are a big part of that.
I was drinking last night and I actually felt pretty good but I was still in that introspective danger zone. I decided to post. And just like the unpredictability of life that has become the theme here, this thread took a life of it's own. It wasn't what I intended, but I like it just the same.
It is nice to know who has your back, and I have yours also.
Peace out, my friends and brothers and sisters and Parents too.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 20, 2014 - 12:14am PT
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Hopefully we can get past the ball-cupping now and get back to the original intent of my post. I think that what I was getting at was the psychology of the "epic".
One has an idea of a goal to be accomplished.
They hopefully assess to the best of their capabilities, what it would take to get the job done.
They get their stuff together and go for it.
They have fun and work.
Sh#t goes wrong.
They try to figure it out and adapt.
Get it done.
Get what done?
Survive.
Live to tell lies about it.
You get the picture.
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RyanD
climber
Squamish
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Jul 20, 2014 - 12:35am PT
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Wayno you are right about everything. Especially Jefe's video link :-)
But the thing is it's all perceptions. I think I know what you are talking about.
My dad gave me a good tip once, I was bitching about something, some issue I was having at work or something I can't even recall. Stupid sh#t, any ways he says to me: "Ry, In life there are big problems & little problems. Keep doing what you think is right don't worry about them too much and the big problems will take care of themselves. And the little problems, well if you really think about it there are no little problems."
That's all I've got.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 26, 2014 - 12:22pm PT
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One has an idea of a goal to be accomplished.
It was my first summer as a full-time bum, climbing in Yo and Pinns that spring. I wanted what the Rev had, a life in the mountains, away from the shite. A worthy goal, you will agree.
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They hopefully assess to the best of their capabilities, what it would take to get the job done.
They get their stuff together and go for it.
They have fun and work.
I got a wad of dough as compensation for losing my left thumb on the job, so I bought into the idea of going to the Bugs with 3 other Flames. I needed a rack and went to Berkeley and bought out the store. We headed north in the Rev's station wagon.
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Sh#t goes wrong.
They try to figure it out and adapt.
Well, we had a breakdown just north of Berkeley. (I just KNEW we should have picked up that hitcher in front of The Ski Hut with the sign reading Bumf*#k Egypt! We should have left the dog at home, too.)
We got back to Berkeley and the expedition lost one member, not the dog.
We headed to the Leap to console ourselves, hitching.
I got to lead P2 on Corrugation Corner. My new rack gave me confidence.
I bashed my left index placing an anchor pin, a 1 1/2 angle--you never forget your first one.
We fouled up the descent--no knowledge of the easy way back down, we bullshitted our way down gullies, tight new RDs killing me.
Am I caring? I'm still high from the climb.
That was a good campfire night.
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Get it done.
Get what done?
Survive.
We got a ride, the three of us, our gear, and the dog, back to Berkeley.
We had gotten lucky. We had a ride to Canada with Dick Ellsworth's brother in his VW camper, all the way to the Bugs!
We came back wiser.
We were on our way to becoming hard men.
That led to the rest.
The rest of what?
The rest of our lives.
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Live to tell lies about it.
You get the picture.
There was no Big Picture, just dailies.
Climb till you drop.
Find new partners.
Find a life partner.
Start a new life somewhere in the shite (Oxnard).
Get a better life in a higher grade of shite (I went to work at The North Face and the rest is just TP--the end of the roll is approaching, too.)
Like that, Wayno?
Fritz, you're amazing, dude!
figurative *slurp*
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Flip Flop
Trad climber
Truckee, CA
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Aug 17, 2014 - 02:06pm PT
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Bump for Mouse's hidden gem TR. That's some soul stirring writing there, Seņor Mouse.
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