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The road that remains

I reached forty years of age this past weekend. I’m now in the half-time intermission of my life. The plays have been pretty conservative up until now, and the score shows it. I think it’s time for a new game plan.

Denice and I just got back from a really great time, on vacation in Colorado, her home state. We spent most of the week camping in the Rocky Mountains. I witnessed in these past few days some of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. It helped me realize just how little I have seen of this world.

We traveled across the vast openness of the Colorado plains, over windy mountain passes that were clothed with green Pines and whispering Aspen trees, on into the high desert mesas. Wild. That’s what Colorado is. It is a wild place. I feel a pull inside me to explore wild places. This trip has left me hungry for more of the wild.

At night it was so dark that I could scarcely see my hand in front of my face, but the sky above was a dazzling ocean of stars. For the first time that I remember I was able to clearly see the Great Rift of the Milky Way.

In the down time of our trip, I had been reading the book, Born to Run, by Christopher McDougall. The book is awesome, by the way. It is mostly about ultra-running. I felt inspired one morning and decided to go for an early morning run. I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I put on my Vibram Five Fingers and set off into the wild. I have been doing barefoot walking for a while, with a little bit of running here and there. This particular morning I ran about a quarter of a mile to the lake, and then a half-mile up into the rocky hills. On the initial ascent, I spooked a deer that was feeding on the grass around camp. I made it almost to the top of the ridge and was pretty tired, so I decided to head back to camp.


The day after my run, my calves were very sore, and my feet were a little bruised from the rocks. It felt good though. It felt good glide across this unforgiving terrain with nothing but the equipment I was born with (and the aid of a thin strip of rubber). It also felt good to feel the pain afterward. I know that I can handle this stuff now, and I think it’s time to stop holding myself back, afraid of breaking something. I’m going to start running a little every day and hitting the trails on the weekends. I think my weight issue will take care of itself if I just pursue the joy of moving under my own power.

So, my new game plan for the second half: Number one… stop playing it so damn safe. Life is a short and fast adventure, not a game of chess. If you play it too safe, you will miss the whole point. Number two… I can do way more than I think I can, so I’m going to test myself in the wild, and not hold back. And, number three… People are what this is all about. I am going to stop neglecting the relationships of my family and friends and make it a point to seek out and forge new friendships.

Till next time.


Ride’s here, gotta go

I know what you’re thinking… “There’s no way he has a drivers license. He’s just seven years old!”

We made it to the weekend, friends! Tomorrow is a new day, and a new opportunity to experience life in all it’s wonder. And, it’s Saturday. In my case that means a day when I can do what I want to do. It means a day when I can focus on self and family care. It is a day to recharge and recalibrate for the week to come. It is my favorite day of the week.

Tomorrow I am going to focus on getting my GTD system refined and more functional. Denice and I are also going to (finally) get our Christmas tree and decorations put up. I’ll get some photos of everything when we’re done.

Till tomorrow.

Behold… the Lunar Halo

I set out with the dogs on our nightly walk yesterday and I noticed the prominent shadows of the trees on the ground. Looking up I saw this magnificent full moon with a perfect halo. I pulled out my trusty Galaxy S7 and snapped the above photo. It came out ok, but a photo does not do it justice. It was magical. I stood there gazing up at the sky for a good five minutes, mesmerized by the sight.

Kill and Eat


Today, Mr. Bumble Bee was on the menu. The Praying Mantis is one of the biggest and baddest predators in the insect world. The larger varieties have been known to take down small rodents and birds.

Nature is brutal, or indifferent rather. Everything has to eat. I spent a long time trying to force myself into veganism. I was never able to do it long-term. I know there are those who can, and in fact thrive on that eating style. I applaud them.

I don’t have a problem killing to feed myself. What I do have a problem with is cruelty. The factory farming system that the modern world relies on for food is rampant with cruelty and needless suffering. The Praying Mantis above has no interest in making its prey suffer. It is simply driven to kill and eat.

Most of the cruelty in the factory farming industry is driven by the insatiable need to make a profit. Money, as it has been said, is at the root of all kinds of evil. If profit were not a motive, then it would be unnecessary to suppress the scientific evidence that human beings don’t need to eat as much as we do, and that we do not need to eat as much meat as we do. It would be unnecessary to force cattle to eat an unnatural diet of corn, instead of the grass that they have evolved to eat. Sure, it takes longer to get them to “market,” but they would have a life. Our prey animals deserve to have a life. After all, they give everything to us in the end.

I guess as long as I’m eating ground chuck from Krogers, I don’t really have a moral leg to stand on. However, I aspire to live differently. I am in the process of learning to make more ethical choices. We should all strive to do the right thing. Doing the right thing has a price, but it’s not as high as the price we all pay for not giving a shit.