Weekly What? Week 8

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A picture of Pioneer Peak from the Butte

Another year has come and gone. My memory isn’t all that great, so I only remember things that really stood out to me; those moments most likely included friends or family. The best memories are those we share with others.
I thank God, my Savior, for every single memory, for helping me through thick and thin, for guiding me through the dark and the light, for His wonderful creation and amazing plans, and for who He is: The epitome of true Love.

Here’s this week’s riddle (if you follow me on Instagram, you already have the answer):

A dark night, broken by light,
Booming sounds, and firelight.
Cheerful voices sing on high,
Praises to my Jesus Christ.

Back, I look, upon the path
We’ve traveled from the distant past;
Each day moves by so blinding fast;
People and places, I wish, to last.

But now we must see it set;
The clouds and sky are all alit.
This day is done, another yet;
Keep moving forward, never quit.

Stay safe this 2016, and keep moving forward. Live your life for Christ and never give up.

If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fallfnon me,”
Even the night shall be light about me;
Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.
Psalm 139:9-12

How Far From Home?

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We set out from home with comrades in tow.
The sunlight shone on every trampled stone.

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Our hearts were free from the monotony,
Of daily life’s grief, work, and disease.

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Every challenge seen, we accepted with glee.
Like trails of bunnies, our paths careened.

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In the wide, open range we rested from fame.
No gold or silver claim, not even a name.

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This edge of disaster, we came to master;
We kept going faster as we burst with laughter.

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Our path took us over many a river and boulder;
A single, daily adventure, in the moment, lasts forever.

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Looking back, where we were just moments ago;
The awe and wonder of God’s creation below.

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Onward and upward, and further and inward,
Higher and colder, as we travel to Asgard.

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Every step, every ledge, we struggle against.
Some laugh, some help, as we hang off the edge.

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Overcoming the obstacles, we rest on the mountain;
No matter the improbable, we drink from Dragon Fountain.

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Over the troll bridges, we head back to home.
Avoiding the disadvantages of becoming meat and bone.

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To home we returned, for there’s no better place;
A place, I’ve learned, where love and peace stay.

Summer in Alaska

Summer hike... Alaska style...

Summer hike… Alaska style…

There’s nothing like going for a hike in the summer! Of course, if you go hiking in Alaska, be careful that you don’t go to the wrong place and end up waist deep in snow.

Tread, the Littlest Snowman

We made a snowman named “Tread.” A chipper little fellow!

Tread the Dead Littlest Snowman

Unfortunately… Tread didn’t last long.

The Mourning of Tread

We mourned his passing…

Tread the Great:
A snowman of wonder!
Faced the fate
Of snowmen in summer.

On a hike
In a seeming winter,
Tread did die
By the heat of summer!

Oh Tread! You blockhead!
Why didn’t you listen?!
Oh Tread! Now you’re dead!
Just water on pavement.

So Tread left this world,
An inspiration to all…
To put more salt on the road,
So you won’t slip and fall.

Catching Up –

I’m playing a little catch-up with the posts. Adventures have been pretty non-stop it seems.

 

Look close... it was a cold, bloody hike.

Look close… it was a cold, bloody hike.

First up, the first “exploratory” hike of the year. Went for a hike up in Hatcher Pass, it ended up being a lot rougher than we expected. Trudging through sections of snow up to our thighs made our skin brittle. The brittleness and the snapping of bear brush (alders) left many small scratches and cuts all over our legs. It was a brutal hike for being so short; but, informative!