@David-Harris From that Wikipedia link:
1800 Tequila is a Mexican brand of tequila owned by the Beckmann Family, who also own the Jose Cuervo tequila brand.
I guess I presumed they'd split it off for the premium market to compete with Patron and the like.
hey there, say, all... (still miss jeff's shares on these) ...
well, A CLIMBER friend (are you here?) at facebook just SHARED this, for me:
here are some quotes:
"The warning sent people to higher ground in cities like Sand Point, an island community of about 1,000 people off the peninsula, the Anchorage Daily News reported."
"In Kodiak, a city of about 6,000 people, a long line of cars headed up a mountain after residents learned of the tsunami warning late Tuesday, John Cannon told KTUU.
Police were "trying to clear the lower areas down by the harbor," he said.
"You (could) hear the tsunami alarms. It's rather eerie," he told KTUU."
"This quake's depth was 28 kilometers, or 17 miles, the USGS said -- relatively shallow.
"Anything below 70 kilometers is considered a shallow quake," CNN meteorologist Allison Chinchar said. "That's important, because shallow earthquakes often cause the most damage, compared to the ones that are deeper, regardless of the strength."
More than 20 aftershocks followed the quake late Tuesday to early Wednesday, ranging from magnitudes of 2.8 to 6.1."
I enjoyed Valley Walls. Other Yosemite climbing history I have read in the past & found worthwhile:
Ordeal By Piton by Steve Roper
Camp 4 by Steve Roper
The Vertical World of Yosemite by Galen Rowell, I read that while living in the TMCC parking lot.
Also the fictional A Stance of Wonder by Mark Rodell.
I just started Pilgrims of the Vertical by J.E. Taylor. Anyone read that?
At about age 5, my father took me down to the Ketchum Idaho Depot to watch a special ski train from Las Angeles arrive. During the unloading process of the "somewhat-loaded" passengers, the young woman who had been elected Ski Queen of the train, clipped me on the back of my head with her skis. Since I was brave about the minor whack, she knelt & gave me a big kiss on my cheek.
That was nearly the high point of my young life, except for Ernest Hemmingway calling out: "Hello young man," when he saw me one afternoon, while he was walking into Ketchum from his house. I had been introduced to him earlier, since my father plowed snow for Hemmingway, & other less famous locals.
Nice I love solo back packing but haven't done it in forever.. I have 80 miles left to finish the Long trail but haven't found the time though I have done 2 short pieces of the section that I need to complete recently. just last weekend did a bout a mile of it to look at a cliff. Got me thinking... One of my closest call ever was solo backpacking.. slipped on a stream crossing, slippery rock went face first in the creek landing in a push up position with eac hand perfectly on a rock and another rock an inch or so from my face. had I not stuck that landing and knocked myself out I would have been face first in water with a pack holding me down just snoozing away until its too late...…
@was-dar said in Farewell to Joe Brown:
(hey, you heard that the West Seattle Bridge is closed!?)
Yes, we've been following that little drama. Or Big Drama.
All things considered, I think we got out of Seattle just in time.
April 2020 Supermoon Morning Moonset
P.S.; @FritzRay I absolutely love your Bath Rock shot. Solo'd it many, many times to watch sunrise/set. Chicken Heads galore up to low angle slab moves that frisky things up a bit at the top out.
One of my fave campsites bitd was just across and up the road a bit from it. You know the one. Tradition. Reminiscent of HVC's Space Station and Intersection Rock traditions. Then down the backside and back to camp fer' some chow, chow, chow! Rock on, doncha' know!
Yer' off belay! Groove on it.
Darby Daemon "Satan Worshippers" Running Amok in Texas!
Recent post I made to the random photo thread jogged my memory about this one. Pretty damned funny. And it really did happen.
Took me a bit to find it since is quiet ancient history by now. Greg Lehey, a.k.a. "Grog" to the rescue. Excerpt follows:
From: Rob Kolstad kols...@bsdi.com
Subject: A Great Daemon Story
Linda Branagan is an expert on daemons. She has a T-shirt that sports
the daemon in tennis shoes that appears on the cover of the 4.3BSD
manuals and The Design and Implementation of the 4.3BSD UNIX Operating
System by S. Leffler, M. McKusick, M. Karels, J. Quarterman,
Addison-Wesley Publishing Company, Reading, MA 1989.
She tells the following story about wearing the 4.3BSD daemon T-shirt:
Last week I walked into a local "home style cookin'
restaurant/watering hole" in Texas to pick up a take-out order. I
spoke briefly to the waitress behind the counter, who told me my order
would be done in a few minutes.
So, while I was busy gazing at the farm implements hanging on the
walls, I was approached by two "natives." These guys might just be
the original Texas rednecks.
"Pardon us, ma'am. Mind if we ask you a question?"
Well, people keep telling me that Texans are real friendly, so I
"Are you a Satanist?"
Well, at least they didn't ask me if I liked to party.
"Uh, no, I can't say that I am."
"Gee, ma'am. Are you sure about that?" they asked.
I put on my biggest, brightest Dallas Cowboys cheerleader smile and
said, "No, I'm positive. The closest I've ever come to Satanism is
"Hmmm. Interesting. See, we was just wondering why it is you have
the lord of darkness on your chest there."
I was this close to slapping one of them and causing a scene--then I
stopped and noticed the shirt I happened to be wearing that day. Sure
enough, it had a picture of a small, devilish-looking creature that
has for some time now been associated with a certain operating system.
In this particular representation, the creature was wearing sneakers.
They continued: "See, ma'am, we don't exactly appreciate it when
people show off pictures of the devil. Especially when he's lookin'
These idiots sounded terrifyingly serious.
Me: "Oh, well, see, this isn't really the devil, it's just, well,
it's sort of a mascot.
Native: "And what kind of football team has the devil as a mascot?"
Me: "Oh, it's not a team. It's an operating--uh, a kind of
I figured that an ATM machine was about as much technology as these
guys could handle, and I knew that if I so much as uttered the word
"UNIX" I would only make things worse.
Native: "Where does this satanical computer come from?"
Me: "California. And there's nothing satanical about it really."
Somewhere along the line here, the waitress noticed my
predicament--but these guys probably outweighed her by 600 pounds,
so all she did was look at me sympathetically and run off into the
Native: "Ma'am, I think you're lying. And we'd appreciate it if you'd
leave the premises now."
Fortunately, the waitress returned that very instant with my order,
and they agreed that it would be okay for me to actually pay for my
food before I left. While I was at the cash register, they amused
themselves by talking to each other.
Native #1: "Do you think the police know about these devil computers?"
Native #2: "If they come from California, then the FBI oughta know
They escorted me to the door. I tried one last time: "You're really
blowing this all out of proportion. A lot of people use this `kind of
computers.' Universities, researchers, businesses. They're actually
Big, big, big mistake. I should have guessed at what came next.
Native: "Does the government use these devil computers?"
Another big boo-boo.
Native: "And does the government pay for 'em? With our tax dollars?"
I decided that it was time to jump ship.
Me: "No. Nope. Not at all. Your tax dollars never entered the
picture at all. I promise. No sir, not a penny. Our good Christian
congressmen would never let something like that happen. Nope. Never.
Texas. What a country.