Ah, the first day of spring, a time when nature decides to play a little prank on me by gifting me with 10 ticks—yes, ten of those little buggers—after a leisurely stop at what I’d affectionately call a “creep crossing.” Snapped a pic for the memories, of course. So, let’s dive into this chilly snapshot of life, shall we? It’s like a metaphorical slap from Mother Nature, showing us her tough love and tender mercies all at once. Beneath the icy facade, there’s a stream that refuses to quit, mirroring our own resilience in the face of adversity. The rocks? Ah, they’re the unsung heroes, the hidden gems that remind us of the good lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for us to take a closer peek.
Back in the spring of 2004, when dinosaurs roamed the Earth and I first dipped my toes into the vast ocean of the internet, I embarked on a digital odyssey. It was March, with spring fever in full swing, that I threw my hat into the blogging ring with “Comanche News”. That initial post was a raw, unfiltered dive into the drama of a stop work order—a cliffhanger in my career that had me on the edge of my seat. Little did I know, I was at the end of one chapter and peeking over the ledge at the start of an epic saga.
Fast forward to 2008, and there I was, pedaling like a madman on a 90-mile trek to Georgetown Lake. This wasn’t just a test of endurance; it was a milestone, a journey within a journey, documented for posterity in “Georgetown Lake 90 Miler”. The exhaustion was real, but beneath the sweat and tears, there was this undeniable buzz of achievement—like finishing a marathon or sitting through an entire silent film festival.
2009 rolled around, and “Pipestone” happened. It was an adventure peppered with camaraderie, where words were unnecessary and pictures told our tales of triumph and tomfoolery. It was all about those moments that make you laugh so hard, you forget about the sore muscles and the dirt in your teeth.
Come 2010, I found myself in a moment of Zen, surrounded by nature’s quiet beauty. “Painting Tracks” was a love letter to those serene snapshots of life that offer a breath of fresh air amidst the hustle and bustle. It was a reminder to pause, breathe, and take in the view.
In 2012, “Missing” had me pondering the profound in the absent, the colors missing from our palette, and the stories left untold. It was an introspective journey into the empty spaces that sometimes say more than the filled ones.
By 2016, in “WNA 35 Rollin Fatties @ Jackson Creek”, I was battling the sniffles but decided to conquer the great outdoors with a buddy. It was about pushing past the discomfort, because adventure waits for no one and fresh air is the best medicine—second only to chicken soup, perhaps.
2017 had me looking in the rearview at the Tetons, reminiscing about adventures past in “Tetons In the Rear View”. It was a moment of reflection, realizing that every end is just the start of a new adventure waiting to unfold.
2021’s “Last Mod … Ever” teased the idea of a finale but, true to the spirit of my journey, it was more of a rebirth, a metamorphosis. The story wasn’t wrapping up; it was evolving, transforming into something new and uncharted.
And most recently, in 2023, “Cape Mears Splendor” captured the awe-inspiring beauty of nature, a testament to the wonders that lie in wait for those willing to seek them out. Each post, from the first chapter to the latest entry, stitches together a tapestry of growth, change, and an unquenchable thirst for adventure. This journey, chronicled on my blog, paints the portrait of life’s unfolding story, highlighting not just the milestones but the memories and moments that define us. From the uncertainty of new beginnings to the splendor of the now, it’s a saga that continues to weave its narrative, one adventure at a time.
Ah, the rollercoaster ride of my blogging journey, scribbled down through the years like a diary left open on a kitchen table, really shows how life’s one big treasure hunt for growth, wild rides, and those “aha!” moments. Kicked off as a digital newbie, my blog’s evolved like a sitcom character—starting with awkward hellos to nature’s grandeur serving as my backdrop for deep, sometimes rambling, thoughts. Each blog post is a little story of sticking it out, high-fiving friends (real and virtual), and looking inward. This whole shebang isn’t just about those high-five-worthy achievements but also about those blink-and-you-miss-it seconds and the wisdom nuggets picked up from the dirt road of life. It’s my shoutout to rolling with life’s punches, spotting the rainbow in the storm, and getting jazzed about turning the page to start anew. In a nutshell, it’s my way of saying, “Hey, every curtain call is just a sneak peek into the next act,” nudging us to keep moving, pondering, and soaking up the zillion flavors of experiences that cook us into who we are.
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