A Forty Year Story
Last Sunday morning I skipped church and drove to the lake. Not to fish, but to run. I parked in one of the lots on the west side of White Rock Lake in Dallas, …
Last Sunday morning I skipped church and drove to the lake. Not to fish, but to run. I parked in one of the lots on the west side of White Rock Lake in Dallas, …
It was windy when I left home on my bike last Tuesday for a quick midday ride. But the air was clear; no dust. To be honest, …
“Grace abounds through music,” said Manuel Lopez, one of the leaders of Coro Philarmonico, an organization in Guatemala City that rescues kids and young adults …
My plan, the one I’ve been talking about and writing about for so long, was to spend forty days hiking the Colorado Trail. Instead, I spent six. I was defeated by …
We’re planning to move my dad into Hospice Care tonight, Thursday, March 30. I don’t expect him to last much longer. He hasn’t been able to swallow food or liquids in a week, can’t open …
We pack our fears. Load too much heavy stuff into our packs, just in case. It’s the backpacker’s dilemma. …
Over the weekend, after running along part of the Trinity River Trail in Ft. Worth, I recovered by reading from my Daily Bible, Exodus 3-4, about Moses’ call to …
“I thought I heard singing, sir.” (Jonesy to Captain Mancuso, Hunt for Red October, 1990) ———————- Cyndi and I were part …
Learning to ride a bicycle – one moment you can’t balance because it’s too scary, then suddenly you are riding on your own with a skill you’ll …
Buffalo Bill once said, “I could never resist the call of the trail.” Well, neither can I. I love trails. I wish I had more …
As strange as it sounds, I don’t have a list of New Year’s Resolutions this year. It may be the first time in twenty years I haven’t published a list. Not because I’ve been so resolutely successful …
It a bright and cloudless day, 9:00 AM and 24*F, when I parked the at the Chamisa Trail trailhead on Hyde Park Road. We were in Santa Fe for the week while Cyndi …