God of the Mountains, Maker of Majesty
Crested Butte, Colorado. Just the name fills the soul with fresh air and awe. This tucked-away treasure isn’t like the bustling ski resorts that make headlines. It’s quieter. Holier, even. Not easy to get to, but maybe that’s what makes it so special — it’s still raw with God’s fingerprints. Carl and I are here…
Stop and Look Around Once in a While
In the words of the great philosopher, Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you’ll miss it!” That is so true, and unless you’re my age, or more, you may not give those words a second thought now — but give it a few years,…
The Older Teaching the Younger has its Rewards
The last several days, my family and I have been at Beavers Bend in Broken Bow, OK. We’ve had plenty to eat–all the cargo I brought with us and the best of all — the trout meal we had last night from our big haul of fish. Beer-batter rainbow trout! One of the great rewards…
Work Hard. Play Hard. Fall Hard.
This day is dedicated to my grandson (Happy Birthday Payton Wallace), and his wish for his 17th birthday TODAY, to be here at Marval Camp in Gore, Oklahoma. This first couple of pics are from Tuesday when we arrived here (note the coveted photo with the ginormous trout letting us know of things to come),…
Gone Fishing – Day 2
For the guys in their cabin, it was up and at ‘em at 4:45 am. Then, off they went to stake claim on our patch of “holy” ground below the dam of Lake Tenkiller where we’d hang out with other ambitious and die-hard fishermen until the horn bellowed that the dam’s water gates would open…