Climbing a mountain, WHY?

A week or so ago I got out of my comfort zone and climb a mountain. I love adventure, a challenge, to see what’s around the next bend to walk in woods not seen by most. As long as it cost me no time, effort or money. I love to watch it on TV, I love the idea, but putting foot to fantasy is another thing all together. So I did it, got out all by my self and went on a hike in the woods. I got to the park all alone (I hate doing anything alone), there were people all around, I almost turn around and left. But I got out, put my pack on my back and with walking stick in hand I set out to climb.

I hate my inside job, I often think of all the things going on in the world outside as I stair at a computer all day. How did man, the great conqueror, builder of nations, sailor of sea’s explorer of new worlds, get reduced to a worker bee in a factory? The industrial revolution cost man his soul for adventure. We took the pride out of creating something with your two hands and made craftsmen into bolt turners and assembly line workers. There are now only a few men and women left that do the great challenges any more, because it takes money and sponsors to climb big mountains or do great adventures. The big adventures are gone for the average Joe, no more wild areas to tame no more last frontiers. Our biggest challenge is getting off our butts and doing something we dream of.

So I climb a big hill, it’s not a mountain by Rockies standards but it seem big to me at the time. As I climb it got steeper and steeper until I did all I could do. So I stop and sat on a rock. I looked out over a valley and thought to myself, this is why you do this. To see clearer that any high definition TV could see, Gods creation. The rest of the day I was on a high, I felt elated and I did not even reach the top. So I will go back and try another day, the mountain will be there tomorrow, the question is will I. Life is too short not to live, so I will keep trying for the pinnacle. That’s the neat thing about climbing a mountain. Its hard work, every step upward is tough, you’re completely out of breath, but when you reach the top it is all worth while, because you can see forever.

The year is flying by.........

It is September of 2008, can you belive that? When I was a child 2008 would have seem so far off that I would have never dreamed I would have lived that long, yet here I am. The years have flown by, so much has happen, and I have done so little. I had so many dreams when I was younger, few have come true. But I have reached an age now were that does not bother me any more, because I have all I need and far more than I deserve. Now I just want a simple life, the ability and time to enjoy it.

The other day I was up early going to work, I was rushing to get ready because I had gotten up late and was running behind according to a clock (an object that seems to push me so). I ran out the door of my apartment an rush to drop a letter in the mail box. As I went to get in the truck, I saw movement and looked up. A deer was walking down the pavement of the parking lot. When he saw me he moved off to join his friend in the grass. They both watched me (and I watch them) as I drove off. They looked puzzled and I seem to hear them say, where are you going in such a rush? Stay and play, why do you hurry about? Don't you understand God supplies all our needs there is no need to worry.

I wondered, where all did the deer walk that day, what all did they see as I was stuck inside a building at work? Did they see the clouds move across the sky as they laid in the grass to sleep in the warmth of the sun? Did they see a tree fall in the forest as it made a sound no one heard but them? Were they the first to feel the drops of rain as it slowly fell that afternoon and brought freshness to the world outside? Did they live while I existed?

The days rush by, time goes by faster every year, I pray someday for time to explore the questions above, out where no clocks hang on a wall.........