Saturday, May 30, 2015
Once upon a time there lived a immoderate Crevice Dwelling Geezer who derived great joy from summit hikes and peddling his hard tail mountain bike up roads and trails with ridiculous inclines. It was a solitary ritual for the most part. After all, what fully witted person willingly chooses gruel and suffering? But physical trials release such a rush of endorphins, a whitewash of mind, body, and soul, that they soon became his drug of choice.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Friday, May 22, 2015
Fire Danger Today = 0. Greetings from the cool, moist, and wet-pine scented version of Lovely Ouray, a little Swiss hamlet in southwest Colorado cupped in a snowcapped mountain crevice. National Forest, fresh air, hot springs, and lots and lots of fresh water await your presence.
Monday, May 18, 2015
In spite of rain, snow, sleet, hail… darkness of day… and unseasonable
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
In the words of the esteemed, oft loquacious Mark Twain, "Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated." Ok, I'm walking a delicate tightrope here, fully realizing that this post will likely throw my RV pal, Wandrin Lloyd, into super-grump mode. Fortunately, I'm safely out of reach. Unfortunately, it concerns a matter of Life and Death. I will try to dance around the "elephant in the room" and dwell on the former, knowing that, not just for Lloyd but for all of us, the latter always has the last word.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
In trying to understand who we are and why, sometimes we need look no further than our parents. Everett and Hilda Johnson certainly shaped my life, genetically, as well as environmentally. The lead photo represents the fondest memories I have of childhood. Mom and Dad led a wandering life not unlike Moses and the Israelites, always searching for a better place, a higher purpose, and God's will.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Time exists to reminds us of our impermanence,
Space, to reminds us of our insignificance,
Nature, to remind us of un-betrayed love,
And love to remind us of what really matters and what doesn't.
Monday, May 4, 2015
We passed three runners while hiking Bear Creek Trail the other day. Two were hard bodied gals in training for the Hardrock 100, a grueling 100 mile foot race that weaves over 13,000 foot passes and through rugged mountains around Silverton, Ouray, and Telluride. The Hardrock goes all day, all night, and through all kinds of weather—a cumulative 34,000 feet of ups and downs at an average elevation of over 11,000 feet.