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Returning Home
Dreams of home become reality and I will be heading back to Alaska in June. I am heeding the call of the Brooks Range and will be backpacking in the Romanzof Mountains for awhile. My spirit, my being, has become tarnished and lost in the daily chaos and chosen lifestyle. A remote expedition is sorely…
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Dreaming of Home
I know you are out there, and I hope you are waiting for my return. Each day you swim within my thoughts, attaching to everything I think, consuming what ever I have left. A slow walk across the airfield beneath mountain shadows. I see pictures of you and building emotions overflow and surface things I…
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Poem – Black Wolf
In dreams the black wolf enters the room and I sleep while it quietly cirlces the bed I awake in sweat and tears and while the room is empty I smell what left, what circled, and I know he visited. Again.
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Trip Updates
I hope this blog becomes a useful resource, but of course that requires me to actually have information on here. I am working on content the next couple of days, and will have a lot of stuff for here. An update on the trips for this year, and my training goals. The end of June,…
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Why Mt. Rainier?
Why climb Mt. Rainier? There are other more accessible, and lower height peaks that could be attempted? So why a mountain that on average has 2 deaths per year, one of the largest amounts of snowfalls, and many glaciers? I first got the idea from reading “No Shortcuts to the Top”, by Ed Viesturs. A…
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Trip Updates
An update on the trips for this year, and my training goals. The end of June, I will be in Washington to attempt my first mountain climb, and hope the Mt. Rainier allows me the opportunity. In order to get there, I am embarking on a more intense strengthening and aerobic routine. Also, I am…
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Poem – Fences
Continuing the dream theme this evening. Sheep lost wandered from the pasture towards a wire fence open in sections slipping through. Gravel and tumbleweed circling as the eastern wind rises from the canyon miles across the gorge swallowing each. A dream each night the canyon endless, I fall through layer after layer murky clouds sun…
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Poem – Family
The months slip away – winter falls into spring summer slides into winter. September lays at our feet – and we bask in the smoke and mesquite from the bbq. Glasses and bottles raised – a toast to here and now and to Kyle over there. Later afternoon becomes evening and the precious time we…
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The Medicine Man
The medicine man imparted these words before transforming into a raven and vanishing from this space: Stop thinking. Know. Forced thinking, what you seek dissapears. Beyond the mountain the valleys are deep and wide. Going into them blind, distracted thinking, will consume you. Instead enter the gate and immediately stop. See your arms outstretched. Welcome…
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Fragments Across the Empty Field
He longs for home of which he is unsure, what that home entails, where the road begins. He left. In one sense he had never arrived. Long nights turn cold. The belly of this beast emerges with bared teeth and claws, leaving two choices: accept the proposition, or move outside of yourself. Tiny fragments…