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Tag: Mountains

  • Last Frontier Fall

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    Summer has gone, Fall has arrived Awaking each morning, rejoicing alive “Weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.” I M Blessed . . . May U B 2 Keep Looking Up ^ . . . His Best is Yet to Come!

  • Cyber Outage/Social Inage

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    Fred D
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    On October 5th a colossal, unplanned social and economic cyber-communication undertaking was launched in Sitka, Alaska, now labeled  The Great Sitka Outage of 2024.  For the past 5 days some 8,000 Sitkans have been forced to communicate without their computers and phones. A break in the sole fiber optic cable connecting the town to the…

  • Mountains Speak

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    Fred D
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    Watching in silent wonder as wind and sunlight chased morning storm clouds from Matanuska Peak’s heights, the fleeting mountain mists whispered this scripture of life’s brevity to my soul, reminding me, “This is the day that the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24 Keep Looking Up^ . .…

  • Cloudy Days

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    Fred D
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    Cloudy days have outnumbered sunny ones lately in the Last Frontier, but canoeing on our lake and wandering along wild rivers today graced my heart with Sonshine. I M Blessed  . . . May U B 2 “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have…

  • The Drive Into Town

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    Fred D
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    What’s your drive into town like? Mine is like driving through a postcard.I M truly Blessed . . . May U B 2 “I lift up my eyes to the mountains – where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the  Maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1-2 Keep Looking Up…

  • Pondering ‘Empty’

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    Fred D
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    My vitamin D bottle came up empty today. Sure hope I can refill it before rickets sets in 😊  ‘Empty’ can be a depressing situation . . . an empty gas tank stranding a motorist; an insufficient funds notice of an empty bank account; the ‘empty nest’ left behind by children now grown; the empty…

  • Promised Land

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    Fred D
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    As a young boy . . . a really long, long time ago 😊. . .  I spent summers fishing and wandering the forests of Promised Land State Park in Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mountains. Eight decades later it remains my Happy Place where life’s trails and responsibilities consisted of running out of worms and bailing out…

  • Great Smoky Mountain Symphony

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    Fred D
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    Today I attended a mile high Great Smoky Mountain symphony ‘listening’ to mountains sing and trees clap their hands . . . breathtaking kaleidoscopic splendor! “You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst forth in song before you, and all the trees of the field…

  • Road Trip

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    Fred D
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    Just north of Roanoke today. I decided an impromptu detour would be a fun 4th of July activity. Exiting the Interstate traffic’s high-speed hum, we launched out on an unplanned road trip exploring the west-central mountains of Virginia. Before long, winding through Old Dominion’s vast rural stretches of forests amazed me . . . not…

  • Who Cares?

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    Fred D
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    Alone up in the mountains last evening, witnessing yet another magnum opus sunset, an ambivalent tinge of grateful/melancholy set in. The peaceful ‘together we stand’ sentiment of the nation I was blessed to grow up in as a child has tragically succumbed to militant ‘divided we fall’ belligerence my children now must contend with. In…