87-Risky Business In 2020

87-Risky Business In 2020 The Kentucky air was damp in between the torrential downpours that created small lakes on the sides of the roads and parking areas as we drove back to what we called home for the last few days.  Our group of five was camped out in the Red River Gorge forest high up on a ridge-line above the river that was surely flowing much harder since 4pm that afternoon.  Our particular site was still intact, a small

87-Risky Business In 2020 2020-09-17T19:29:17+00:00

86-If God Were An App, What Folder Would He Be Found In?

86-If God Were An App, What Folder Would He Be Found In? The hot August sun beat down on the back of my neck as I snipped, sliced, broke and tossed aside every small tree that rose over my head.  Finish the job, I thought, bending a snapping another good size off-shoot of another dogwood tree that was hindering my neighbors view of the lake.  Silas and Z worked hard to earn $40 a piece while I put in the

86-If God Were An App, What Folder Would He Be Found In? 2020-08-10T20:32:02+00:00

85-I’m Sure I’m The Only Man Who Has Ever Fallen On A Bicycle!

85-I'm Sure I'm The Only Man Who Has Ever Fallen On A Bicycle! The warm summer air sucked into the pump and then was forced into the rubber tube that makes a mountain bike the perfect vehicle to get your body down a single-track dirt trail littered with rocks and roots.  I tried to maintain my cool-guide-status but internally I was excited to have the AID Mountain Biking crew together for their first training session—feeling good about the group, mostly

85-I’m Sure I’m The Only Man Who Has Ever Fallen On A Bicycle! 2020-07-19T12:40:16+00:00

84-Are Sprinkler Systems Political?

84-Are Sprinkler Systems Political? My feet nearly glided over the edges of the steps leading to the Project Forty office to grad my Tentsiles, webbing, a rope ladder (all common household items at the Foss residence); then skipping steps on the return to maximize speed.  Even the mosquitos buzzing my ankles, looking for a good place for lunch could not deter my drive to stack these tents higher than the last test run.  The ladder teetered under my feet, which

84-Are Sprinkler Systems Political? 2020-06-12T19:57:50+00:00

83-Crafting Your Imagination Or Crafting Your Doom?

83-Crafting Your Imagination Or Crafting Your Doom? “Dang it!  I just threw the cake on the ground, now I have to break it, pick it up and… uh.  I wish I could walk-place-walk-place-walk-place like dad was doing.  It would be so much easier than trying to line everything up just perfect.  If only I were a programmer…”  I sat and listened to my beautiful wife as she spouted out seemingly unrelated phrases, that without context were absolutely hilarious.  “Matt, you

83-Crafting Your Imagination Or Crafting Your Doom? 2020-05-18T13:24:03+00:00

82-Trouble Discerning Truth From A Lie… Go Biking!

82-Trouble Discerning Truth From A Lie... Go Biking! Internally I could hear the air filling my lungs, then as quickly as it filled it was forced out anxious to repeat the cycle.  The soft sound of dead leaves being blown to the side countered the intensity of mechanics of the machine that took me through the woods.  Tires made connection nearly constantly, thanks to the invention of suspension, my knees providing my God-given suspension system for the rear of the

82-Trouble Discerning Truth From A Lie… Go Biking! 2020-05-11T13:08:37+00:00

81-This Blog Is Not About COVID-19…

81-This Blog Is Not About COVID-19... My eyelids pried themselves open against my body’s will to ignore the predawn fight to beat the inevitable heatwave coming our way.  It was already 25 degrees and climbing to 40 degrees by 3pm, not the ideal weather for climbing frozen waterfalls.  I stole an extra ten minutes of sleep as I assessed my aching body from the first two day’s battles of might and power.  Somewhere in the daze I tuned my ear

81-This Blog Is Not About COVID-19… 2020-03-13T20:31:00+00:00

80-We Came, We Saw, We Conquered… Now What?

80-We Came, We Saw, We Conquered... Now What? The cold, Superior air exited my lungs with a smooth stream that clouded my limited view by headlamp.  The sun had gone down hours ago and I was still on the move, staying warm and stepping face to face with the climb that we had trained so hard to conquer.  The only vision my guide partner and I had was the faint glow of a wall of ice in the full moonlight

80-We Came, We Saw, We Conquered… Now What? 2020-02-18T03:36:04+00:00

79-Where Do You Draw The Line?

79-Where Do You Draw The Line? “I don’t know if I want to go all the way to the top…”  My flesh and childhood upbringing internally shouted in response to this new climber, “You have to just go for it!  Don’t sell yourself short!”  Before I could reason with myself behind the doors to my inner thoughts, the guide in me took over and said, “It’s all good.  Just go up to where you feel comfortable, enjoy the journey.  Next

79-Where Do You Draw The Line? 2020-01-20T21:40:08+00:00

78-This Has Nothing To Do With Chicken Coops

78-This Has Nothing To Do With Chicken Coops Tis the season everybody! Let’s shop, bake cookies, go to parties, bake more cookies because you ran out way faster than you would like to admit, get that long-standing project done now that you have a few days off work, connect with people you haven’t heard from in a long time, send out cards, decorate your house, run to the store for more eggs but realize the lines are so long it would

78-This Has Nothing To Do With Chicken Coops 2019-12-20T16:15:27+00:00
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