And this spirit still lives on, chasing the sun, basking in the wind, wandering the high hills, flaming the fires within, walking the rim in siskiyous, chasing elk among the cougars without a gun (sorry uncle phil Phillip Barr and yep in trouble again) going against the odds to forge through and find roads where they say I cant go, tying off to a staircase to stand against the waves at the edge, building shelters against the freak driven rains, seeking out natures freakish moments of weather change in a bowl atop of a mtn (now that was something else and need to go back Tim Wright) kayaking down thru the quiet tributaries and rivers where few are so as to back paddle from the elk or get stuck under a log jam, laying flat back, (still have about 30 miles of the little d to go), chase the jettys end and race back to the sand, stand high on the cliffs, eyes open to no shore thinking of nothing and being all within, fall into rivers while hounding for rocks, cut thru 50' of thickets just to seek that steelhead, finding hidden gems in a world full of whims, finding the strength to peddle on and not shed a tear when the limb goes into your leg (hey Laroy Flanders I still have quite the hole and remind me not to crash and burn like that please-ps longest 6 miles of my life) or the disc brake in my knee...that's what vodka is good for, the open wound. at the end of the day, kick back and say ha, this fire feels fine while enjoying that glass of wine. Some say I'm too wild and free but this is my kind of trouble for me. No wonder no one has been able to keep up, though no one has really tried...its a meshing with natures life and too many can't don't won't. To stand against all that rages and find quiet and life in a troubled world. To be able to reach out and hold hands with nature. Thank you to my kiddos Krystal Tapken and Zach Clinkscales for putting up with me and running by my side as we would get stuck in the ice tides or search for fuel in a temporary moment going awry. I know the dogs and I miss the quad and our extended mtn times. Hey Jeannine Ghahramani, you asked me once what I look for in someone to share lifes moments with, read below and above and somewhere, with pieces of all, you find me.
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