It was just my trusty one-year-old Blue-Heeler and Australian Shepherd mix, Maizy, and myself, as we made our way up the winding trail of Moscow Mountain’s West-Twin peak.
Accepting that one day we’ll all be dead frees us from our fears, and helps us to not sweat the small stuff, and unshackles us from the arbitrary strictures of society.
The woods and undergrowth were still in their winter dormancy for the most part, but nonetheless the crisp smell of the woods refreshed our senses, and in a deeper sense, our souls.
These facts may suggest the advantage which the country-life possesses, for a powerful mind, over the artificial and curtailed life of cities. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I also wanted to take this time to try and establish some direction to my blog. People often ask me "What is your blog about?" It's a fair question, considering most...
As we stood on the pier looking down at the water, a slight sense of panic even washed over my nerves that I couldn’t quite explain, and certainly didn’t express at the time.
On our hike, we jumped from topic to topic, endorphins rushing through us as we soaked in nature for the first time in what seemed like forever. Our batteries were recharging as we scaled across the Butte toward the west.