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My wife, Stacy, and I were driving along the unpaved back roads through the mountains. As we rounded a bend, we came to a stop. Directly...

While hiking one day, I pulled my Aussie, Jake, aside to allow another hiker to pass on a narrow forest trail. We exchanged good morning...

Cold, clear mountain water emerges from the rock formations in the forested, high elevations. Overflowing the small pools, it streams...

When you show the Universe that you're attentive and genuinely grateful for it's creative expression, the surreal may appear.

Rolling mountain ridges paint blues and purples onto the far, distant late afternoon horizon. The forests, shades of green and greige,...

The continuous gurgling sound of the river was soothing. The mid-morning sun warmed the coolness. Immense gratitude and peace radiated...

The river cascades down out of the mountains, winding through miles of wild National Forest, occasionally past homes and farms. From time...

Not far from our home the deep forest trail winds gently upward through the towering white pines, oaks, hemlocks, maples, and poplars....

I see a log section sitting motionless, balanced on a river rock, on the crest of a wide flowing cascade. With each end squarely cut,...

Spoken From the Mountains Blog Post 1 The creek has been raging. It snowed heavily at times yesterday. My Aussie, Jake, and I walked...