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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 08:33am PT
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 08:46am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 08:57am PT
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Lookmanohans.
Lookmanospillway.
New Melones never seems to have trouble.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 10:33am PT
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Copy!
I have made much time to think
Of writing down my thoughts with ink.
I'll tell you about this poetry caper:
Be prepared to waste some paper!
--mfm
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WyoRockMan
climber
Grizzlyville, WY
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20,000 posts
If they were a penny each, that would be about 100 pounds of pennies.
and stretch some several meteres.
Keep it up MfM.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 11:21am PT
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That's a lot of copper. Thanks for being Wyoming's favorite son. I have enjoyed your posts, my fellow traveler.
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I often don't bother to ask myself, "Where would I be without rock climbing?"
I always figured I'd end up living in a van down by the river or the old dump.
“When you let go of control and commit yourself to happiness, it is so easy to offer compassion and forgiveness. This propels you from the past, into the present. People that are negative, spend so much time trying to control situations and blame others for their problems. Committing yourself to staying positive is a daily mantra that states, “I have control over how I plan to react, feel, think and believe in the present. No one guides the tone of my life, except me!”
― Shannon L. Aaun?lder
zBraun? Brahoonie? WunderBra? AnyBooty?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 12:38pm PT
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For mooseboob...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 12:53pm PT
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You'll have to pardon Dean, he's actually smiling. Thanks for your support.
hooblie, my debt to you is vast. Thanks.
DMT, dangus, I can't say enough.
nGome,, words fall short. :0)
CMac, once more, thank you.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 01:25pm PT
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Such innocence, I'm tellinya.
My most treasured photo. Taken by my dad on my first extended drive.
Flame on, everybody!
How sweet it is.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 01:34pm PT
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It's just a number, just like me.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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20000, 20001, 20002, 20003... roll on...
There's still work to be done...
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WyoRockMan
climber
Grizzlyville, WY
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A Jules Verne of a thread..
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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NUMBER CRUNCHER
IT IS ALL ABOUT THE JOURNEY
Conga lines are the banal pass time of the drunks at the wedding
Swelly!
Co-congratulations
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More where that comes from
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 1, 2019 - 05:00pm PT
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Q - Is there, where there is more (a surplus if you will), yet more of the wherewithal that got us here, there, and everywhere?
The fantastic, mysterious [Verne character] Dick Sand
Found himself trapped in some quicksand.
He yelled loud as f*#k,
He was pretty well stuck,
And so am I. But I try and try. And I wonder why
I can only come up with the word "kickstand."
Poetizing is easy compared to novelizing, though.
Or even making up short tales of the varied and sundry, amazing and horrifying...
There was no pearly gate.
The only reason I knew I was in a cave was because I had just passed the entrance. The rock wall rose behind me with no ceiling in sight.
I knew this was it, this was what religion talked about, what man feared. I had just entered the gate to hell.
I felt the presence of the cave as if it was a living, breathing creature. The stench of rotten flesh overwhelmed me.
Then there was the voice--it came from inside and all around.
"Welcome."
"Who are you?", I asked, trying to keep my composure.
"You know", the thing answered.
I did know.
"You are the devil", I stuttered, quickly losing my composure. "Why me? I've lived as wel as I could".
The silence took over the space as my words died out. It seemed like an hour went by before the response came.
"What did you expect?"
The voice was penetrating but patient.
"I don't know. I never believed any of this", I uttered. "Is that why I am here?"
Silence.
I continued: "They say the greatest trick you ever pulled was convincing the world you don't exist."
"No, the greatest trick I ever pulled was convincing the world that there is an alternative."
"There is no God?" I shivered.
The cave trembled with the words: "I am God."
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Yeah we had a car
Loaned to MM
not mfm
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