Muleteer Bob

Academy of Honorable GRAND CANYON MULETEERS, North Rim Trails and Extremities
Henceforth, Cowboy Bob, from this day forth shall be known as a MULETEER BOB, owing to valor, Prowess, Skill and team work with the trusty mount, "Fred". Together, this day of May 23, 2009, they descended the mighty maw, soaring walls and narrow trail, all while displaying unwavering bravery, benevolence and valor. Be it never forgotten on this day, that mule and man descended and ascended in the Grand Canyon, North Rim and thus shall be entitled to accolades, hosannas and bragging rights heretofore forever conferred.

This time it's Vultures

Last year it was 5 owls. This year, I thought 7 golden eagles were hanging out in the tall trees for a little while. However, after looking in the Field guide, Dreampacker thinks they look like Turkey Vultures. Hmmmm. Any guesses?

Gone International

Looking for a shirt to wear, I began noticing labels in my closet. There are labels from:

Cambodia

China

Bangladesh

Korea

Viet Nam

Indonesia

Honduras

Brazil

Sri Lanka

Oman

Mexico (Wrangler Jeans)

India

Hong Kong

Mongolia

Guatamala

Turkey



I thought this an interesting and graphic comment on how times have changed.

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Now This is a Traditional Christmas

According to the jokes(as in "The Family Dog"), the husband is supposed to get a new tie(s) for Christmas. Well, I did. Four of them to be exact, all from my loving wife. She thought I needed them. Number three here is a print of the Van Gogh painting "Cypress Trees".


So, of course, I give her what I think she needs. Somehow that always translates into something I secretly want. But, being a man, what better gift is there than a new power tool. . .or at least a power generator.
And thus the traditions continue. I'm sure I'll enjoy her gift very much. Merry Christmas to all!

The Allegory of the Rose Garden

Sometimes life seems warm and glowing . . .

Then, one dark and stormy night, adversity comes around . . .
Often it makes us feel lost, and we can't see the light . . .
We sometimes feel laden down, deformed, and overly burdened by life . . .
Or the trial seems to drain the very fluid of our soul . . .
We often can feel alone when our heads are frosted and grey . . .
Yet, neighbors are sometimes burdened even more . . .
Adversity happens regardless of size, age, shape, or color . . .
But our burdens will always fall by the wayside . . .
And when all seems darkest, coldest, and lost . . .
We may have bent, almost been broken . . .
But when we reach for the "Son" . . .
We will be raised in a new cycle and be refreshed . . .
And our own light will glow through, again . . .
To join with His Light, to be glorious evermore . . .

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