February 2012
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Drunk. Bourbon. Singing to a sweetheart...
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Why do You get out of Bed in the Morning
I want to build a cabin in the mountains. I want a stream on my property that feeds into a pond that hugs right up against the cabin.
I want to wake up in the morning and bundle up and chop wood. I want to sit on a swinging bench on the front porch and drink coffee with my future wife with something pleasant on the record player and smoke a pipe. I want to watch my kids play. I want to teach them...
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Odd Winter
The cool and clear winter persists. A mixed wonder. While I need the confidence that only a motorbike ride past due can supply, I feel that we are only delaying the inevitable. At first, I welcomed this strange ability to see the mountain tops and my far off goals this time of year, but the longer these things remain in sight… If something seems too good to be true it generally is. I just...
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January 2012
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Red Castles in the Sky
It is time for winter camping. South, to snow brushed red rock structures that rise above the gulches like sentinels.
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Beaten by Bourbon
Not afraid to be a man or admit when I miss something that was dear to me.
So, usually when riding my bike, I sing loud and long. Enough so that my voice is damaged come morning. Last nights ride home was the following at the top of my lungs.
Home home home is where the heart is, but I don’t know know know what part is the hardest. I can’t go go go back to where this started, It was...
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Cold Front
Usually, around this time, the atmosphere is thick and heavy and I give up on seeing the tops of the mountains. But not now. The air is cold and stings… but clear. The tops of the mountains are far away but beautiful. Everything there is seems well within my reach despite this strange winter.
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December 2011
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The Devil's Half
I was sitting at a campfire, in the mountains. It was a large fire and across it sat every male from my ancestry for centuries. They were dead, except for my pops, and an older version of myself.
That older version of myself was much more cowboy than I’d ever imagined, and his voice even more so. Though at this point, he didn’t talk- just stared at me. I stared back, examining his...
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