Found Some Ink For My Pen

"Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable."   Sydney J. Harris



Dateline Klondike: We are currently boondocked some 20 miles north of Moab in the vicinity of Klondike Hills, one of our favorite places to pedal (and/or push/carry) our mountain bikes. It is our final camp. Only a three hour drive partitions us from home in Lovely Ouray...which currently looks like this: 

Uh...no thanks

Much has transpired since my last post. I guess you could say I'm riding the "fence," the one that separates riveting content from repetitive rehash. Most of what's missing you've seen and heard before. How many ways can one say it? How many photographic examples does it take? Yeah I know, we've been over this...get outdoors and move. I need to take this blog another direction before I beat that "horse" to death...  

Regarding the "missing posts," all-in-all we hiked and biked and walked hundreds of miles...some of them new, some familiar favorites, all of them worthy...except post-holing through snow during gale force wind. What can I say, it's pretty much the same ole, same ole storyline. My dilemma is, is there a need for BCB same ole Bullshit? Can I tough it out till the Universe decides to crush us like the insignificant flees on a flee's back we are? And the world doesn't so much as pause? Nope. It just keeps on spinning. In perhaps the most banal, prosaic sentence of all time, Mel Brooks puts it like this: "As long as the world is turning and spinning, we're gonna be dizzy and we're gonna make mistakes." 
So what if it's all a waste of time. 

Camp Klondike

Having been at Camp Klondike for a couple days of biking, Bobbie decided to take leave and head for Home Sweet Home. 

I'll hang here and alternate biking Klondike's trails and hiking amongst the mysterious and magical hoodoos, fins, and canyons in Arches—only a stone's throw cross-country from camp—till it gets too hot, too windy, or too lonely. My goal is to miss Mud Season in Lovely Ouray, which this year could last till mid-May or later, given the 150% of "normal" snowpack.  

So, except for a few "missing pages," another BCB winter sojourn draws to a close...not unlike our time on planet earth (sniff). Whenever I begin to feel dissatisfied with the news or the aches, pains, and/or effort requirements of Geezerhood, I try to remember how fortunate Bobbie and I are to have  stored up a lifetime's supply of yesteryears memories of outdoor endeavors. So long as I have a pulse, I'd like to continue to squeeze every last drop of sweat from this aging body and this precious life. I mean, what better motivation could one ask for than diminishing tomorrows? 

It's highly unlikely we get more than this one shot, so take advantage. If you have a pulse like I do, it's not too late to get going. There are no extended warranties on our bodies or Life itself. We only have today...the now, as the "self helpers" like to say, to go outside or do whatever it is that you do or want to do, and make the most of the time left. Where there's will, there's a way. 
Leave no regrets.  
Ok...the "horse" is now officially dead. 
Peace out. 

"Time past and time future

What might have been and what has been

Point to one end, 

           which is always present."  T. S. Eliot

Snow capped La Sals from Camp Klondike