Thoughts Along The Trail To Hayden Peak

The Pinnacles on the way to Hayden Peak.

I'm not particularly fond of "Energizer Bunny" windbag posts, so apologies are in order for Part II of The RV Paradox; "It just kept going and going..." Your comments are informational fodder for newbies and wannabes. Thank you for sharing your insights and viewpoints!!!  

Today, in consolation and/or remorse for "windbag post," I offer up a "sacrifice" of what I do better, which is keeping my mouth clenched and showing off majestic mountains surrounding Lovely Ouray. You are welcome to come along as Bobbie and I take on the eastern most peak of a nothing-short-of sprawling, four summit, Hayden Mountain. 

Thoughts along the way, to take my mind off the pain in legs

It's difficult to share what I want to "be" when/if I ever grow up. There is noticeably more sand at the bottom of my "hour glass" than ever before... much more than on top. I feel like Life is sort of painting me into a corner, and there's not so much room to wiggle time-wise anymore. 

My vanity wall is relatively empty... there are no framed degrees, no photos of me shaking hands with Bill Clinton or George Bush, no mention of Mark Johnson in Who's Who, just a tattered old scrap book with "Glory Days" photos of motorcycle racing. Here's one of me blasting through a creek on my KTM. Oh, here are shots of me holding trophies... with big mud splattered grins. Alas, some claim to fame. I guess some people cast prestigious shadows, others walk in them. I can't even get Andy Warhol to loan me a few minutes of fame. What's that you say? He's dead? No wonder he won't return my calls.

Sometimes one must put themselves out on a limb by sharing dreams and/or delusions of grandeur. It keeps them honest and reminds them that someone is watching... motivation to get around to what ever it is that you want to"do" or "be." I did that for most of my life and look where it got me. Now, seeing that my sand-clock is maddeningly faithful the laws of gravity, as is my ever sagging face, I hereby surrender my importance to the Universe... no curing disease, Hollywood Star of Fame, mayor-representative-senator-governor-president. I'm just going to accept and be who I turned out to be... a half assed photographer, painter, writer, Pool Boy, and a pretty good husband and dad. Now to all fellow shadow-walkers, go out, be yourself... and have a great self esteem filled day!

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