Nestled high in Alaska’s Talkeetna Range, Upper and Lower Reed Lakes are two small gems with a surreal azure color unlike any I’ve ever seen . . . my son has dubbed them “Bluetiful”.  Yesterday was one of those special 10+ days spent exploring His magnificent creation together sharing glimpses of eternity . . .…

Climbing among His majestic mountain ranges, my gaze naturally focuses upwards.  Today I beheld His majesty gazing down at the smaller wonders of His creation . . .what an awesome God is ours!                                     +                                         …

Each new day I realize how so undeservedly blessed I am to still be able climb among His towering mountain cathedrals. People have asked why my soul always finds such peace there. Standing at the base of King Mountain today John Muir’s quote, “The mountains are calling and I must go” silently echoed the answer,…

Less I forget, someone please remind me as I relax here in my cozy home with my car in the driveway; big boy toys in the garage; fridge and freezers filled with food;  closets and drawers filled with more clothes than I’ll ever need; cared for, loved, and having been born in America with all…

Morning Masterpiece 10 PM . . . turning pages in a book while sunshine and rain showers trade places high up among the snowcaps in the Land of the Midnight Sun . . . Life Is Good! Came across an excerpt about John Pierpont Morgan, renown financier and multimillionaire, who died in 1913, and discovered…

Sitting here in the hush of early morning talking with Dad and reading is always a well begun is half done start to my day.  ‘Fast Start’ days whose situations subtly rationalize require attention first, inevitably turn out to be bummers. You’d think by now an ‘ole’ codger like me would know better than to…

We live in a troubled world bereft with alcohol, opioids, sensuality, materialism, power, money and other ‘highs’ sought by so many to deaden their pain and problems.  The fleeting ‘highs’ such provide ultimately only exacerbate and grease the slippery decent into hopelessness. A few days ago John Muir’s well know statement, “The mountains are calling…

Ernest Hemingway was once asked to write a story in just 6 words.  He wrote . . . “For Sale. Baby Shoes. Never Worn”. Yesterday, high in the Smokies in a graveyard behind a small, century old church nestled in the forest I read Hemingway’s hauntingly untold story on a tiny tombstone. Standing there, the…

Today was one of those special ‘Life is Good’ days spent reliving a favorite childhood pastime . . . submerged up to my knees building a dam in the stream that flows by our home. Birds flitting through a sun-dappled forest chirping nest gathering songs; salamanders scurrying away from under overturned boulders; sand imprints revealing…

Signs often signify crossings. Each of us once stood before childhood crossing signs, dependent on others for safe crossings. Lord willing, each of us will someday stand before life’s elderly crossing signs, once again reluctantly and gradually dependent on others for safe crossings. Each of our life’s paths will one day end before a final…