The way things are can take on illusion of permanence. All permanence within nature is a fiction. I remember as a very young man lying on my back in the cool shade of a sandstone ledge , its massive brow  sheltering me exactly as it would have another man ten thousand years before.  I took comfort in its stony immutability. I held that thought as the shadows lengthened that summer afternoon, hands clasped behind my head, until a grain of sand fell on my cheek; …

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Running with reckless abandon

Yes, we have two grand daughters, and it is only because the older one had a NIGHT game that she has not been featured in this back to back g-dau series. The take-home from watching the energy expended on the field was that “there was a time” and it does not seem so long ago, when energy and strength were boundless and pain a stranger. To everything there is a season I suppose–a time to run and a time to refrain from running. I …

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I grew up southern. Our summers started in March and our clothes came off as the temps stayed high for the next 9 months. I worked shirtless for summer jobs that included life-guarding at a summer girl’s camp. I fished from a river barge on the Tennessee one summer-long. I didn’t wear caps. They didn’t play well with my shaggy blond hair. Tomorrow, I pay. But I am not alone. [su_quote]”A new Mayo Clinic study found that among middle-aged men and women, 40 to …

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This week we’ve been excavating the Very Back Room. It is the kind of task that has a beginning, but once breached, it gushes decisions and piles and pools of anguish of seemingly endless volume. I wrote some thoughts about that, but I will admit, I’m teasing you here. My hope is that at least a few of you will go over to my fledgling website to view the post called Something Borrowed, Something Blue.  This co-blogging may be one of those efforts that …

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Click the first image to open the gallery browser, then click the arrow >> to move forward and back. Just three images, so not much of a gallery. We figure as long as we can make it to the top of our ridge–the one on the left (east) as you look down Nameless Creek Valley–we’re not dead yet. The trudge is about 250 feet from creek level to ridge top logging road (from 1994.) We bushwacked this time–not that there’s anything like a trail …

Climbing Cardiac Mountain Read more »