97-Tie In, Go Ahead… Tie In Already

97-Tie In, Go Ahead... Tie In Already Glancing over my left shoulder I gauged the speed of the sun seeming to fall down over the distant ridge that outlined the Red River Gorge.  This was more than just a beautiful sunset from Eagle Point Buttress, overlooking a sharp bend in the river nearly 300 feet below; it was a race to get our team to the bottom for much needed water and to set up camp before the rain caught

97-Tie In, Go Ahead… Tie In Already 2021-10-11T03:52:30+00:00

96-How Open Is Open?

96-How Open Is Open? I motioned to my wife as to keep silent as my friend was still sharing his difficult circumstances at the moment.  I took a scrap of paper from my make-shift desk and quickly scribbled, “Can I invite him to stay down here a couple of nights?”  I never really imagined when I was a teenager that I would be inviting guys into my home for days; that seemed like a high school thing—spending the night at

96-How Open Is Open? 2021-08-25T14:44:18+00:00

95-Can I Get A Witness!

95-Can I Get A Witness! Keys—check.  Strava app engaged—check.  Helmet—check.  Gloves—check.  Water—check.  Bike… brakes, shifters work properly—check and check.  Taking a quick peek behind me to see that the new kid was following my lead I slowly cranked down on the bright blue pedals that in conjunction with pure muscle, propelled this machine forward.  New kid—check.  We rolled through the deep green grass not allowing the transition of the sidewalk to slow us down as we eagerly aimed for the

95-Can I Get A Witness! 2021-07-28T23:16:24+00:00

94-Rain, Rain, Go Away… Then Come Back In An Hour

94-Rain, Rain, Go Away... Then Come Back In An Hour I checked my weather app one more time, even though I had swiped through it only a couple of hours prior—still thunderstorms every day?  Really God?  Help me to have a good attitude and capability to make this trip not stink.  The drive down brought me closer and closer to my second home, the Red River Gorge in Kentucky.  With a small window between potential storms, Chris, Jen and I

94-Rain, Rain, Go Away… Then Come Back In An Hour 2021-06-27T04:10:33+00:00

93-Swimmin’ In The Moonlight

93-Swimmin' In The Moonlight How many spots have we passed already?  The sun had disappeared behind the thick collage of green, browns and blacks that made up the Kentucky forest in the cool of the evening.  Scouting out the perfect campsite for an OCD outdoorsman can prove to be quite the challenge sometimes.  Would the Tentsile fit between these trees?  Well, this one maybe, but it’s under a huge widow-maker that would not end well in the event of a

93-Swimmin’ In The Moonlight 2021-06-27T04:12:43+00:00

92-The Longest Weekend

92-The Longest Weekend I could hear the rhythmic pulse of my tires on the expansion joints within the concrete of I-475 as the now familiar exits passed me by.  The drive to Flint has become shorter and shorter since my mind can now travel to a different location rather than scrutinizing the words on the signs to ensure that I don’t get lost or go the wrong way on a one way.  It’s been two months of house hunting, and

92-The Longest Weekend 2021-04-13T14:59:33+00:00

91-When Lemons Abound…

91-When Lemons Abound... Forty-two degrees is unseasonably warm for the frozen shoreline of Lake Superior as February snow typically pushes back the sandy Chapel Beach deeper beneath it’s growing weight.  The ice formed by persisting water seepage atop the cliffs and the blasting falls that fight against the slow formation that freezes its power in its tracks, yielded to the even stronger ball of fire that dictates our life on this planet.  Dropping in the middle of this fire and

91-When Lemons Abound… 2021-03-22T02:25:14+00:00

90-Flint City Originals

90-Flint City Originals The air was brisk as I knelt down in the snow to fasten on Tony’s snowshoes.  He had never been snowshoeing before, along with the other four guys from Flint who willingly stepped way outside of their comfort zones to join this Project Forty adventure.  Munising sat quiet and still just across the bay formed by the Superior waters between Grand Island and the mainland Upper Peninsula.  The ice shanties yielded small, steady streams of smoke, the

90-Flint City Originals 2021-02-15T21:23:33+00:00

89-Don’t Be That Guy…

89-Don't Be That Guy... “Excuse me, do you know much about the mountain biking trails up here?” Gary pronounced in my direction in search for some local insight.  Never passing up an opportunity to engage with a stranger, I turned my attention toward the voice.  I was a little surprised to see a man standing with his purple Schwinn bicycle that appeared to come straight from the late 80’s, complete with mechanical rim brakes, street tires and a big ‘ol

89-Don’t Be That Guy… 2020-12-14T15:28:59+00:00

88-Just Go Look For Rabbits!

88-Just Go Look For Rabbits! Call John.  Do I even have his number?  Okay, call Dale then call John.  Don’t forget to follow up with last months donation calls… maybe it’s too soon.  I don’t know.  “Dad, will you play Legos with me today?  I’m hungry.”  Okay, lunch.  Quick Lego time.  Work on my updates.  “I said I’m hungry!”  I quickly shift gears and turn my glance from my open planner to the dented refrigerator, marked with every chair that

88-Just Go Look For Rabbits! 2020-11-13T17:48:28+00:00
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