When it’s plaguing your thoughts…

Not to outdo Gallivant, but I’m in the “don’t finish what needs to be done” kind of mood…and a little bit of blog cleanup got me in the writing persuasion.

Recently, as a result of meeting people and learning different ideas, thoughts and the such, I have learned what I already knew; follow your dreams and they will work out. Well, to be honest, I don’t exactly know what my dreams are right now… I found from, Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road”, a quote that describes me very well:

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop

This is where I am at the moment, running from star to star. The future is open, and I need to choose a course and hang on; hang on until the star is in my grasp or ruins me in the pursuit. But that is not easy. Should I pursue being a pilot in the military or go to Canada in hopes of getting in with a heli ski company? Should I do the sensible thing and join the workforce as a career engineer and pay bills or should I bum around enjoying life while living in debt like a new age Christopher McCandles? As the theme in Paulo Coelho’s book “The Alchemist” I have learned that as you pursue your dreams, the universe will help you achieve them. I have noticed this with all of the people I have recently met who are interested in helping me along my way…such as the Marine at the bar who is interested in putting a good word in for me, the farrier who spoke to me about the law of attraction and showed great support in all of my plans, my buddy Gallivant who I plan to troupe across Canada with in hopes of adventure and experience, to my brother who pledges complete support in my hopes and dreams (despite him taking the “sensible” approach). I am searching and hoping, that if there is a right choice, that I will choose it.

Zephyr

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A Day in the Life

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When most people draw up their idea of the perfect Colorado afternoon for the first day in December, I can only imagine the vast imagery that would arise. There would be snow, lots of snow, skiing, snowboarding, snow shoeing, hot chocolate, movies, Bon Iver, etc. The list would go on and on, however, 65 degrees and sunny might be one idea that probably wouldn’t be commonly thought of, because this is Colorado and it’s supposed to be winter!

When my friends and I saw the forecast for the weekend, we decided to take full advantage of the great climbing weather and head up to North Table in Golden, CO for an afternoon of adventure. The area was packed with other avid rock climbers having the same idea as us. There were old timers, families, babies, college students, dogs and even a lone rattle snake! After a couple hours of climbing, we finished the afternoon with a few sunset ascents. The attached photo pretty much sums up the perfect December 1st afternoon.

Just another day in the life of an outdoor activist!

-Gallivant

The Meaning of a Symbol

I had never known what it truly meant to be taken aback by a symbol until recently. Growing up the flag salute was always a chore, a daily occurrence, that began the school day. Then it became the beginning of sporting events… For me it had never truly broken through that the flag was more than a morning ritual, a start to learning, and end to fun. I have always been desensitized to the deaths of those in our military, they appear as numbers on the news and sad pictures on the internet, the commercial you hate to watch for the feelings they bring or the story of so and so’s far off nephew.

Recently I was asked to take pictures of the Veteran’s Day flag raising ceremony by the ROTC on campus for the school newspaper. I had forgotten my obligation until 45 minutes before the flag was supposed to be raised. After rushing through a hasty breakfast of eggs and toast I quickly made my way to campus with camera in hand. On the rush there, I had no idea that my perspective would change… Arriving late, as always, I came upon a small group of people surrounding two groups of ROTC students dressed in full uniform and the color guard unfolding the flag they were raising. What hit me was the atmosphere, it was as if I walked into something tangible. It was as if a wave of understanding hit me. Although it was in the morning, this wasn’t merely a beginning of the day occurrence; this was a symbol. The flag represented the soldiers who have fought, died, and represented our country. I now understand.

On this Veteran’s Day I realize that this day is more than just another Columbus day. Happy Veteran’s Day, and thanks to all those Veterans.

Zephyr

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

A short part from “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann

Zephyr

Winter Welcome

With snow in the forecast for tomorrow and possibly Friday, I thought this would be an appropriate time to write a post to welcome the wintery season. I can’t wait to get up to A-Basin Saturday to get some early season runs in. This being my senior year, I plan to take full advantage of living so close to some of the countries best ski mountains. I also look forward to taking my skills to the back country for some fresh pow lines. Needless to say, I’m stoked that the ski season is quickly approaching.

-Gallivant