New Bucket List Addition

Ahhhhhh, to be young again!  . . . this vid clip is the latest addition to my bucket list and the skiing venue at Alyeska Resort in Alaska where my son volunteers as a snowboard instructor.

My skiing ability isn’t even a smidgen of what these these guys have accomplished but, Lord willing, hopefully I’ll be able to suit up and experience this someday before my ole bod deteriorates into walker mode . . . I want to die young at a ripe old age 😊

Here’s the link . . .

Enjoy, and . . .

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Look Up

A crow, perched high on a treetop, challenging the elements of a cold, rainy day served as a subtle reminder . . . no matter gloomy the situation, every cloud eventually runs out of rain, and, as King David wrote some 2,000 years ago . . . “My voice thou shalt hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.” -Psalm 5:3.

In the vernacular, during life’s storms, be they Covid-19 or of other origin, we need to . . .                                 

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You’ve heard it before . . . “Yesterday is past . . . today is a gift  . . .  tomorrow is a mystery”. We can’t go back and change yesterday, or live tomorrow’s mystery today.

In this uncertain, hunkered down, Covid-19 world smiles are an ever dwindling commodity . . . You’ve also heard this before . . . “Today is he first day of the rest of your life” . . . unwrap its gift with a smile!

Here’s how I unwrapped my today with a smile. Hope this Kindergarten (it was a tough 4 years) graduation pic of me helps stretch a smile across your face .

“This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” – Psalms 118:24
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I’m hoping to die young at a ripe ole age


Contemplating Time

In a couple days another year will be crossed off the calendar since my arrival on planet earth . . . “… a time to be born…”.  I think my Mom chiseled my first birthday on a clay tablet 😊

At my advanced state of maturity . . . sophisticated term for “old”, and some might question “maturity” . . . I find myself, more often than during my ‘invincible’ younger years, reflecting on time . . . delightful times, dreadful times; propitious times, squandered times.

Witnessing the morphing of seasons up in the mountains this morning,  time’s inescapable reality struck me anew . . . be it nature or mankind, no one and no thing will ever escape the fact that their season, just like fall’s colors, will someday come to an end . . . “… a time to die”.

Less you think this may be striking a morbid tone, take heart . . . I’ve been reading out of context. Ecclesiastes 3:2, “a time to be born and a time to die” is sandwiched between verses 1 and 11.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens”  – Ecclesiastes 3:1. Yes, be you a golden leaf or a golden senior, there is a finite timeline on your life here . . . or . . . in the everyday vernacular, “You don’t get out of this life alive”.

The good news is decreed in Ecclesiastes 3:11, “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end”.

Have you ever pondered what happens after you’ve taken your last breath? Well, then you’ve pondered eternity. If you’re human, you can’t’ deny  it because your Creator has “… set eternity in the human heart …”.

The really Good News . . . an infinite, flawless eternity awaits everyone who acknowledges their unfathomable creator Who has set it in their heart . . . take a hike in the mountains . . . contemplate your life’s season . . . and listen. The best is yet to come!

Great Smoky Mountains
Farewell to Fall
Frosty Morn’

Be Blessed . . . and . . .

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Thankful #s

This 2020 Thanksgiving, as rising Covid-19 numbers dominate the headlines, I’m thankful by the numbers for:

Time – I’ve been granted some 28,500 days, 685,000 hours, 40,000,000 minutes to enjoy the undeserved blessings of . . .

Health – some2,800,000,000 healthy heartbeats, and still ticking

Abundance – food, homes, clothing, utilities, transportation, communication, resources, etc. in portion over 91% of those I share this planet with have never known

Nature – 422 National Parks “…from sea to shining sea…”, and a world beyond have been mine to explore and delight in the unfathomable wonders of His creation

Kids – 3 by stork, 3 by plane, each a precious, unique, infinite time capsule entrusted to me but for a moment in time who, despite my failures, will endure by His grace to change the future

Family & Friends – countless . . . each a matchless blessing placed along my life’s journey at the right time and place to help lighten my load . . . Thank You!

United States  – born into the “Land of the Free” in an ever more uncertain, chaotic world where freedom is becoming an ever more uncommon, cherished amenity

Love – “…the greatest of these…”, has been graciously shown and given to me beyond measure in each of the above.

I M Blessed . . . U R 2 . . . Happy Thanksgiving!

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I’ve Won The Lottery!

Foothills Parkway switchbacks through the forests bordering the eastern edge of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Tennessee. It also borders the edge of the forested property where Ellie and I snowbird each winter.

The rolling forested contours of our  Smokies backyard compared to our northern Last Frontier’s backyard with its rugged snowcapped mountains, are as diverse as cornbread and sourdough . . . I still prefer sourdough 😊. However, each of these majestic corners of His creation possess their own incomparable, awe inspiring beauty.

This evening we watched in wonder together as the sun dipped below the mountains, setting the heavens on fire above our southern backyard . . . I’ve won the lottery! . . . so undeservedly blessed to claim each as my own backyard to enjoy and explore. Here’s a few pics of my lottery winnings.

“One generation commends Your works to another; they tell of Your mighty acts. They speak of Your glorious majesty…” – Psalm145:4-5

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2                                  +
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Snow’s 3 Dialects

Snow talks, and has 3 distinct dialects. Trudging through it above 25 degrees it merely whispers. From 25 down to zero it begins to crunch, the lower the louder. At zero down to -50 it squeaks. Below -50 you begin to squeak, and better get back inside ASAP! 😊

Today I bid farewell to October enjoying a loud ‘crunch’ hike. Following a snow-machine track 3 miles up into the mountains, I eventually broke trail to trudge on to a higher vantage point.

There’s an indescribable, delicate beauty in the silence of a snow laden forest. My trudging ceased . . . I ‘listened’ in awe. Here’s a few pics of my ‘snow talk’ wander, and the exquisite silence I ‘heard’.

Currently the thermometer is registering 5 degrees and headed for zero. Hopefully I’ll be able to ‘squeak’ out another hike tomorrow 😊.

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2

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Snow-machine Track
Breaking Trail
Red Mt.
King Mt.

5 Degrees of Majesty

As October winds down it’s getting easier to determine the temperature . . . 5 degrees . . . I only need one hand to count on now 😊.  Perfect day for a hike in the Last Frontier’s invigorating crisp, pure air.

Here’s a couple exquisite scenes He decorated this ‘cool’, single digit corner of creation with today.  Hopefully, someday you’ll be able to experience it first-hand . . . just remember to pack your mittens and long-johns 😊.

The breath of God produces ice, and the broad waters become frozen.”


Hope this finds you healthy, happy, and enjoying all the good that still exists in this tumultuous world during these uncertain times.
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Fish Lake & Talkeetna Range
Frozen Shadow Art

Ice Fog

Ice fog is a Greatland wintertime phenomenon that occurs when minute ice crystals are suspended in the air. It requires ‘cool’ temps, and with the thermometer registering 27 we qualified 😊.  Tinged with a sunset’s hues generates creationscapes that defy description. Such was the ethereal exhibition we enjoyed a front row seat at this evening.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. – Psalm 19:1
We R Blessed . . . May U B 2

Ice Fog @ Day’s Rnd
Farmland Ice Fog Sunset
Mat-Su Valley Sunset
Chugach Mts. Sunset

Not A Parakeet

Admittedly, Alaskans are a tad unique. Their lifestyle, behavior and preferences are often regarded as somewhat peculiar by those residing in the Lower 48.

Thought y’all might enjoy a few pics of my neighbor with his ‘peculiar’ pet  . . . it’s no parakeet 😊

May all your flights be happy, and your feathers remain unruffled 😊                                  +
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Falconer with Siberian Goshawk