“A stormy day on the mountain beats a sunny day at the beach” . . . a touch of dementia? . . . perhaps, but hold those Florida Retirement Community flyers 😊. . . enjoyed dodging raindrops hiking up Castle Mountain today.
Welcome Back Flowers is the sequel to Farewell Flowers posted prior to leaving the Smoky Mountains forests for the Alaskan wilderness last month. Snow-birding between these two awesome corners of creation provides ‘seasonal jet-lag’ . . . as Spring morphs into Summer in the Smokies, it’s just beginning to emerge from Winter’s grip in the Last Frontier. Consequently, I’m blessed to experience Spring’s splendor twice each year . . . God is good!
Here’s a few welcome bouquet blooms Mother Nature treated me with hiking Castle Mountain’s boonies today.
Were that life could be a continual mountaintop experience. Reality is most is lived in the valleys where its been said you’re either in the midst of a storm, coming out of one, or one lies ahead on your journey.
But take heart . . . just as rainbows appear after the storm, each storm cloud will run out of rain, and calm will follow the fury.
‘He calms the storm, so that its waves are still”. -Psalm 107:29 Be Blessed and . . . + ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Never knowing which of our Last Frontier feral neighbors may decide to wander through our backyard is always an unanticipated treat. Here’s a vid clip of a recent impromptu fur and fowl ‘Splash Party’ 😊
On approach into Seattle, WA Mount Rainier impressively dominated the majestic Sierra Nevada Range panorama, and got my thoughts to a-wandering . . . somewhere down there in the wilderness Bigfoot reportedly roams.
Somehow, ‘Bigfoot’ doesn’t sound female ‘Cinderella appropriate’. However, the thought of a few ‘hes’ representing the sole members of the species lacks romanticism. Surely somewhere down there must roam some ‘shes’ who could fashionably sport pairs of size 18-20 high heels to boot Bigfoot dudes in the rump when they stupidly step outa’ line and forest to get photographed . . . Petite-Feets?
Oklahoma is currently considering legislation for a 3-million-dollar bounty for the live capture of a Bigfoot . . . what are they drinking? This has me contemplating becoming a wealthy, gerontological bounty hunter. But what would be the optimal Bigfoot capture technique . . . a mega-enhanced version of “Building a Better Mousetrap”?
Personally, I support allowing Bigfoots and Petite-Feets to continue to roam wild and free. Being so scarce in numbers, the actual capture of one would immediately classify them as an Endangered Species, and us Homo sapiens have sadly already mastered that process. Besides, having survived the traumatic childhood trauma of discovering Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were mere myths, us ‘adults’ need a mythical fuzzy fantasy reprieve this hectic world . . . lets keep the Bigfoot myth-information going!
Oops . . . we’re about to land and have been instructed to “Please turn off all electronics devices”. . . Long Live Bigfoot and his Petite-Feets!
PS – My wife is pondering if it’s possible to contract a strange form of altitude sickness while zooming through the skies at 400 mph in high-speed aluminum tubing . . . or if this is just another episode of my dementia? 😊 ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!