Pedaling through a thicket of Aspen Beings and a creek crossing… See that smile on ET’s face?! The mountain biker who wins is the one who is having the most fun!
Pedaling through a thicket of Aspen Beings and a creek crossing… See that smile on ET’s face?! The mountain biker who wins is the one who is having the most fun!
“Truly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a little child does shall not enter it at all.”
the Sacred River calls ilg toward lullaby…half-naked i trek toward her, flyrod in hand, tiptoeing toward my Beloved like a secret lover appearing as the sun washes away. inwardly i pray; may ilg not catch anything save for the Go(o)dness which is my River Sister, as sacred to ilg as is the…
this feeble lover of mountain rivers was repaid tonight…over the slowing skirts of the dwindling Animas, up to my waist in shadowed rapids, i stalked, caught, and then released a most beautiful 14.5″ Rainbow Trout on my flyrod, not 300 meters downstream from my front door…
“If you are quiet enough you will hear the flow of the Universe. You will feel its rhythm. Go with this flow…happiness lies ahead…”
Despite the fact that the entire place is run like some sort of aging Texan mafia, and that nearly every staff member is a walking heart attack just waiting to happen, they are also all deeply adoring of kids, family, and really, really good southern-style food. And, of course, all things Texan.