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Well, here we are, and, there we were. The buildup seemed to last forever, as did the days while on the mountain, and now we are back and ground level and back to brass tacks. Life goes on. Accordingly, if you are so interested as to read more about it, I want to share just a few reflections while they still are on my mind and in my heart.

Preparation, Preparation, Preparation

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You plan, you prepare, you plan some more. You count calories: you need more. You count pounds: you need less. It is a conundrum. You need all this gear, this “stuff”. You want comforting conveniences. You need essentials. Which is which? Who determines, and where do you cross the line? You continually think of that one extra thing you need, then you try to take something else out of the pack to compensate. Finally, it is time just to give in and go. Life is kind of like that. I think there is a theme in there somewhere.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. And I have promises yet to keep. And miles to go before I sleep…

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It is early: too early. And, it is raining. Why are we doing this? Because, we made a promise, to ourselves, and to each other. My son and I are taking this trip together, and alone. We want the experience. We need the time. We crave the thin air. I know that sounds odd, and it is, but you have to experience the mountain to be hooked on the feeling. It was the poet Robert Frost who penned the title section above. It could not be any more fitting for the experience we shared.

Take a hike

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You’ve made the long drive. You’ve reached the base of the mountain. The experience you crave awaits. So does the pain you fear. It is time to shed a few more “non essentials”, to worry some more about what you don’t have in your keeping, and to strap on the pack and go. Life is kind of like that.

It’ll do, Pig, it’ll do…

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That is a great quote from the ending of the movie “Babe”, which is a personal childhood favorite of my hiking companion. It also well describes the site we chose to camp. It was ideal, only it wasn’t as high up the trail as we had hoped to make it the first day. Maybe we had started too early that day. Maybe we had driven too far. Maybe we had not acclimated to the altitude before starting our ascent. Maybe it was some of all of that. Irregardless, we found a home that worked for us, and we enjoyed it to the fullest, warts and all. Life is kind of like that.

Acclimating. And, re-acclimating…

Sometimes, you just need to stop, and to breath, especially when the air is thinner.

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We could stand to do that at lower altitudes, as well. Sometimes, you just need to stop and talk, especially when. We could stand to do that more at all altitudes. Getting a little nutrition along the way never hurt, either.

Face down with the LA curbside endings
With the ones and zeros.
Downtown was the perfect place to hide.
The first star that I saw last night was a headlight
Of a man-made sky, but man- made never made our dreams collide,
Collide.

Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain,
We’re awakening
Here we are now with our desperate youth and the pain,
We’re awakening
Maybe it’s called ambition, you’ve been talking in your sleep
About a dream, we’re awakening

Last week found me living for nothing but deadlines,
With my dead beat sky but, this town doesn’t look the same tonight
These dreams started singing to me out of nowhere
And in all my life I don’t know that I ever felt so alive,
Alive

I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to know that my heart’s still beating
It’s beating,
I’m bleeding
I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to live like I know what I’m leaving
I want to know that my heart’s still beating
It’s beating… it’s beating…
I’m bleeding

Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain,
We’re awakening
Here we are now with our desperate youth and the pain,
We’re awakening

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Another summer has come, and gone.

It’s not personal, it’s business..

The business of life, that is. And so it goes.

Little Frau and I had all the little eagles in the nest this week, not once, but twice. We shared a meal or two. We shared a memory or two. And, as the week drew to a close, we stood up in the wee hours of this morning at the end of a summer tradition, watching You’ve Got Mail, together, and we woke the not so little eagles from their perches around the family room and directed them to their beds.

They will resume flying the coop again soon. One will move out, and then move on. The other two are licensed to loco-mote without us, and often do.

As the children’s rhyme says “First comes love, then comes marriage…”. Hopefully we have provided enough of the first to sustain each as, well, you know the tune.

And so it goes, and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows

So I would choose to be with you
That’s if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break

And so it goes, and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows.
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*Lyrics by Billy Joel

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Happy Anniversary, Baby.

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Dear Sherry,

If I were to serenade you today, it might go something like this…

You were born to be my baby
I was made to be your man

We’ve got somethin’ to believe in
If we don’t know where we stand

Only God knows the reason
But He must have had a plan

‘Cause you were born to be my babyAnd I was made to be your man

Happy Anniversary!   Thanks for 24 great years.

*lyrics courtesy of Bon Jovi

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Walt said it better than I ever could have, and it resonates in the soul…

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