It is so much easier for me to "see" if I tell a story. This blog is one of the places that happens.

Strangers in Camp

The mountains are unpredictable; you never know what might come creeping into camp. Just a few days ago, my family and I were deep in the mountains at Spring Canyon, one of our favorite spots on Earth. I rolled over in bed to check the time, and it was still early, but the birds were chirping outside and the sunshine was just starting to hit Sheep Mountain. It was all beckoning me to get out there. The trail to the ponds was wide but rocky, and as I walked through the cool fresh air, I ran into Colton. Actually, he almost ran into me. He’s only 9, and his little body was moving, probably to tell his mom the news that he yelled out to me as he passed. “Moose!!” he said in between breath

A Face in the Crowd

In the midst of the difficult parts of life, baseball offers an escape. The green grass, the crack of the bat hitting the ball, the smell of roasted peanuts and hot dogs; it all, for just a moment, makes the world seem right again. For me, it’ more than just a game because most of the memories I have surrounding baseball are the ones with my dad, like him grabbing me by the shoulder with one of his Popeye arms just as the crowd begins to sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame”. Or the sting in my hand after catching one of his “heaters” in the backyard. There were moments I’d be sitting in the stands next to him eating some Cracker Jacks, and I’d look over to see him staring at me, a big smil

Lost on the Mountain (Part 2)

Our cheers and laughter echoed off the canyons and rock walls beneath us. Making it to the top of the Hook with Angie was a moment I'll never forget. We knew it would be hard, but the struggle made the victory that much sweeter. What we didn’t know was there was a price to pay for getting to the top so late in the day, and it would almost cost us our lives. Clouds formed above us as we ate our last bites of lunch, and the wind was picking up. “We better get going,” I said, grabbing my backpack and brushing the crumbs off my pants. My brother, Eric, and I looked at Angie, still smiling, giddy about conquering the Hook. We helped her up and started walking. “Can you believe you did that!”

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