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.
I still occasionally find myself crawling out of my chair in my office and lying on the floor, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling, yellowed by the soft light of my lamps, getting lost in the sea of texture, and losing any momentum I had previously gathered.
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...
Rest assured though, like Arnold, I will be back. In the meantime, I’ll be continuing to work on my writing, and hopefully, big things are just around the corner.
I was quite nervous at first, but hanging out with Nate seemed strangely like hanging out with a friend that I’d known for some time, and his easy-going nature put me at ease.
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.
I try to imagine my life as an 80 year old man, if I’m to survive that long. I try to imagine what that will look like, where I will be, and what I have accomplished. I try to see the unknown.