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Surpise Symphony (5.8 ) on Moon Dome
Ann and I did our (and my) most adventurous route yet this weekend: The route is highlighted with a dot between each pitch. The trees are so big that you don’t get a correct sense of scale – the end of the first pitch is about 180 feet up! Because of the 10 mile approach…
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Have faith in cardboard
Sitting by an onramp with a cardboard sign my be a great career move.
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Have I become a flower freak?
I can’t help it, the desert flowers are blowing my mind. This is a prickly pear at my friend’s house in Joshua Tree. When we left to go climbing there were only buds, and upon return a bee was already hard at work in the blossom. There were also lillies blooming all over the place…
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Lunar Eclipse at Wagon Wheel
Another sight to add to the amazing things I’ve seen at Wagon Wheel, the area where I boulder. The moon rose over the desert hills already well into the earth’s shadow, and put on a three hour show.
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THE DATE
Ok hobo fans, I believe it is “safe” to announce the date your cyberhobo will leave bachelorhood like an empty bindle by the road. I will marry Annie Fish on August 2, 2003 in Joshua Tree National Park. To be honest, I can hardly wait. Invitations have not gone out yet, but be warned, we…
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The Hobo Is Dead. Long Live the Hobo.
This is a great paper on hobos. Although it may classify me as a recreational hobo, or worse, a yuppie hobo, it brings to attention the factors that created hobos: unemployment and small, dispersed work opportunities. Even though the original “hoe-boy” hobo really is gone, the same forces exist today. Perhaps instead of creating hobohemias…
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amen brother
Seen on Wilshire Blvd., a major thoroughfare in Los Angeles, California: Tired homeless man carrying a cardboard sign “Homeless, hungry, please help. God bless.” Which he flips over to reveal “Or, visit my website at www.hobo.com” more off-color hobo humor
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Bruce Lee on Bouldering
‘I’m moving and not moving at all. I’m like the moon underneath the waves that ever go on rolling and rocking. It is not, “I am doing this,” but rahter, an inner realization that “this is happening through me,” or “it is doing this for me.” The consciousness of self is the greatest hindrance to…
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Alabama Hills
The flowers are starting to fade in the desert around Ridgecrest, but higher up the Owen’s Valley in the Alabama Hills they are going strong. Saturday was a day of good climbing, napping, soaking up sun and amazing views. It won’t be long before it’s time to venture up into the snowy peaks.
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Rio Maggiore
My morning post reminded me of this picture of Rio Maggiore, location of several such joyous mornings. There are streets and stairways lurching up among the stacks of apartments in steep and crazy wandering lines. I liked to spend the day exploring upwards, then as my energy waned I would drift naturally down to the…