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Tag: Mountains

  • Smoky Mountain Fall Spendor

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    Ellie and I motored up to the highest point in Great Smoky Mountains today.  Standing atop  Clingman’s Dome at 6,643 ft you can see 7 states on a clear day … TN, KY, VA, NC, SC, GA and AL … on this clear day, from this height, all were joined in hushed peace. As Summer’s…

  • Last Frontier Farewell

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    “Parting is such sweet sorrow” Juliet’s lament bidding Romeo good night whispered quietly over the mountains as this ole Romeo turned the key locking our Last Frontier cabin’s door. Were it not for missing my lifetime soulmate waiting for me back in the Lower 48, I would have unpacked, turned the water back on, and…

  • Cloud Dementia

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    Climbing towards Arch Angel Valley in the Talkeetna Mountains Range, ethereal mountain mists soon enveloped Grant and I . . . it was as though we had surreally time-traveled through a wormhole in the clouds to a silent majestic world of peaceful serenity . . . I wanted to camp out . . . forever!…

  • Creation on Steroids

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    5,000 words in 5 pics . . . and some people ask why I love Alaska “The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork” – Psalms19:1 His Goodness runs after me . . . I M Blessed . . . May U B 2

  • Volcanoes and Bucket Lists

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    We’re in the midst of a several day Smoky Mountains liquid deluge. While grateful for the needed rainfall, it dampens my desire to go outside on wander woods wanders or splash around in the creek re-arranging boulders to create reflecting pools. It’s not cold enough to turn the landscape white and snap on a pair…

  • Happy Place

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    Each of us has our special ‘Happy Place’ where our soul is most at peace. For some it’s walking along a beach, feeling the warm sand beneath your feet, listening to the surf’s rhythmic beat. For others, it’s being immersed in a city’s bright lights, activities and cacophony of sounds . . . never quiet…

  • Masked Messenger

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    Fred D
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    “Parting is such sweet sorrow” . . . Juliet’s poignant words to Romeo from the balcony echo mine from the Greatland’s snow-capped cathedrals as we pack-up to board high speed aluminum tubing on Monday, soaring through the skies for the Great Smoky Mountains. Lord willing, however, as Arnold often touted . . .  “I’ll be…

  • Last Frontier Dinner Date

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    Fred D
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    Sunday morning we awoke to an invigorating 30 degrees and the mountains coated with a fresh layer of termination dust. By afternoon temps had risen to a balmy 50 degrees and my permanent girlfriend and I headed up the road to Long Rifle. A rustic,  pure Alaskan restaurant, it’s perched on the mountainside overlooking the…

  • Oceanfront Splendor

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    Like oceanfront property? Me too, and Alaska has 33,904 miles of it. Yesterday my son Grant and I were treated to a bird’s eye view of fall’s splendor adorning Turnagain Arm’s shoreline hiking the mountainsides south of Anchorage . . . God’s fingerprints imprinted the vistas we savored together. “He gathers the waters of the…

  • Glimpsing Eternity

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    Fred D
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    I’m often asked why Alaska is where my soul finds its Shalom. Watching in silent awe as my Abba sets the heavens ablaze at dawn is but one reason that overwhelms my senses in grateful wonder  . . . I glimpse Eternity “If I rise on the wings of dawn, if I settle on the…