A Soaring Ascent Up Mount Abram...because it's there and because we still can and because we still remember the way

"Stories are compasses...we navigate by them, build our sanctuaries and prisons out of them. To be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra..." The Faraway Nearby, by Rebecca Solnit

Silence Is Golden

My story-garden oft goes untended during summertime. The hoe becomes rusty lying in untended dirt. Long days beckon. Priorities shift to play. Time slips into the future. Weeds overtake produce.  

The price of admission

“I have no desire to suffer twice, in reality and then in retrospect.”  Sophocles

Bad News/Good News: Senator Beck Trail to Ptarmigan Lake

As with Life, there are no shortcuts to where we're headed.

Part II of Red Mountain 1...

There is no better place to reunite with who we are, what we're made of and to better understand our limits than mountains and wilderness. 

"Jesus Loves Me This I know;" Gray-Copper Gulch to Red Mountain #1 Summit

Bobbie had to work yesterday so I would be flying solo. I was in desperate need of a summit and not just any summit would do. No, I needed a mind-blowing, Land of Oz, come to sweet Jesus and weep kind of summit.

Going About My Business

So I'm sitting in my faux leather hearthside chair. It's early of a morning and my abused, aching legs are gently propped on a padded footstool. I'm half crippled from vigorous back to back days on the trail. 
My iPhone pings; a short text from Leon reads: "Log Hill?"  Ugh...