MuddyShoes: Life Gets Messy Sometimes …
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The Lord is My Trail Guide
I was on the trail recently – a steep 2 mile trek at 25 degree, give or take. Cellar Mountain in the St Mary Wilderness in the George Washington National Forest. Wow, that was a mouthful. The forest was empty. I saw nary a soul on the trail, except for the local deer running across…
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Staying inside the lines – or else!
Toxic People # 4 – Results of Rulers Whacking the Knuckles I didn’t got to Catholic school, but I’ve been told by som that they specially remember being whacked on the knuckles. This normally happens when you break the rules, so you get “WHACK.” Now me, I had lines to write, both on paper and…
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Monday Music
“I DON’T WANNA WRITE THIS SONG!“ And with the opening line, this song grabbed my heart. Have you ever seen a YouTube/VEVO music vid and it just connected? The scenery, the visual dynamic, the lyrics? This past week, I came across a song that is just over a year old, but I don’t recall seeing…
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Badlands … some things are worth fighting for
Have you ever really wanted something but it kept slipping away? Kept being just out of reach? Kept getting postponed and delayed? Welcome to my Badlands lesson I learned. See an old dog can learn … never mind how old. I wanted to go earlier. I had plans, time off, lodge reservations, permission from my…
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Badlands – grasping snow
Rocks. I collect rocks. Every time I journey a new trail, I attempt to get a memento, a rock. I normally try to get in near the apex. However, there are a few other items I collect that might be unique to the terrain, the locale or the event. When I went to Badlands and…
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Bad Lands – Bonding
It was on my bucket list – along with almost every NPS in the lower 48. Okay, maybe AK and HI too but not sure the FJ would get to those places. A great place to visit, hike, and experience – but I wish I was there when the lodges were open. That would have…
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Silent – for a reason
I haven’t died. I wasn’t kidnapped. I didn’t disappear on a hike never to be found. Don’t need a milk cartoon. No silver alert or amber alert (is there an alert for a lost mind?) So what’s up? It’s been a week or so since anything hasn’t been posted by me. To be honest, I…
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Road Trip 2/23 … part 4
Today. Still on the road. Very little to talk about. But it made me me think how we tell our stories. Do we elaborate? Stretch the reality? Down right lie? Or is it or memory is faulty? I look at it this way. Here is how I remember this travel time, how I long to…
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Road Trip 2/23 … part 3 … stepping back in time
It was a step back in time. Chronologically. Physically. As I drove to the National Park, I passed into the Mountain Time Zone – a chronological 60 minutes into the past. But it was more than that. I passed the 1880 Town – a true west town that exists to allow those who (those who…
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Road Trip 2/23 …. Part 2
Second day of big driving. This time it was from Dallas/Fort Worth going north, way north. I really wasn’t sure where I would end up. I’m here and still not sure if I’m going to keep going north. I went through Oklahoma. Kind of wild. Saw a coyote, though not chasing a road runner. It…
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