Vagabonds, Scoundrels and Highway Robbery

Wilder Man on Rolling Creek:

The Aussie, again. Power of story and history, here. Enjoy.

Originally posted on Baz - The Landy (Out and About having fun):

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 Vagabonds, Scoundrels and Highway Robbery, along with the shout “Stand and Deliver” would send a shiver down the spine of many in days past as bushrangers were an integral part of the Australian landscape.

Recently, we had the occasion to travel into the beautiful Southern Highlands region of New South Wales. Our destination was Tarago, a small town located on the eastern side of Lake George which has a couple of historic buildings in its midst, including a quaint Anglican Church and at its epicentre, the “Loaded Dog Hotel”.

Nearby is the Woodlawn Mine, which produced gold, copper and zinc up until 1998, providing employment opportunities to the local community.  Today, the site hosts a “Bio-reactor”  which converts waste product, transported by rail from Sydney, to methane gas.  And given its proximity to the political capital of Australia and its resident population of politicians,  the hot air produced may very…

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Yosemite’s Guardian Ansel

Wilder Man on Rolling Creek:

Yosemite !! Excellent photographs, great content. Enjoy. T

Originally posted on Bespoke Traveler:

My first camping trip to Yosemite National Park was inspired by the flawless black and white photographs of Ansel Adams. I was captivated and mesmerized by his perfectly tinted images of Yosemite’s brooding mountains, misted waterfalls, and valleys of green carpet. Each of his photographs held a world suspended in the magic of shadow and light. I wanted to see for myself the starkness of El Capitan, the dark and stormy evergreens in the valley, and the naked luster of Half Dome laid out so perfectly in monochrome by Adams.

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Ciaspolata (snowshoeing) on the Bachtel mountain

Wilder Man on Rolling Creek:

My son just won two races in a snowshoeing competition this week. When I saw this these images, from Switzerland, from Lorenzo Borghi on his blog, I knew that I wanted to pass this on through a reblog. Enjoy.

Originally posted on artborghi.com:

With its 1,115 m, the Bachtel is the second highest peak of Canton Zürich. The impressive snowfalls of the last days made it a perfect location for snowshoeing. Enjoy the panorama!
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The track starts at 580 m.s.l. in Oberdürten

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More horses than men

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A steep stretch before the 800 m.s.l.

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Almost there to the Bachtel top…

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An ice-cold sunset on lake Zürich before the way back. Click each picture to enlarge. Pictures shots with D800 + 50 mm f/1.4G

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“Sleeping on the Summits”: 2 Wilder Men

Two guys: Jon Kedrowski and Christ Tomer discovered an unprecedented desire to climb to the summits of 58 fourteeners throughout Colorado.  Take that one step further: the goal was to”bivy” at the top: otherwise known as pitching a tent overnight.  “Bivy” is the abbreviated term for the word “bivouac”; a French term that gained exposure from French mountain climbers.  And this French word “bivouac”, according to the authors of Sleeping on the Summits: Colorado Fourteener High Bivys, refers to “a long night of suffering”.

 

These mountaineers would start their climbs in the afternoon, and catch the sun setting in the west, then watch the same sun come up in the east.  The goal of Jon Kedrowski was to climb all 58 of the mountains that are fourteen thousand feet or higher.  Tomer was not able to make all of these ascents, but he came along whenever it worked out.  

 

Check out this 1:39 video featuring these two wilder men.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iy5H2TvHCo0

 This is an amazing book, with incredible images of the mountains in Colorado.

Here is a link to find out more about the book: 

http://www.amazon.com/Sleeping-Summits-Jon-Kedrowski/dp/1565796527

Wilder Men: We Are Not Alone

Wilder Men, this just in, from the late-breaking news from the home office:

We … are … not … alone.

Clarification.  This is not about the whole “ET, Call Home” thing. Arthur Clarke speaks of the controversy, ” … life out there in the universe …”  Ironic, his words apply to the human soul’s dilemma about relationships.

Things are not always as they appear, not always black and white, not always as clear as we would like them to be: my perspective, contrasted with Clarke’s “reality” of “either / or”; nothing in between. Men, women, children … can be, and are, alone at times; and, we are not alone.

These words below resonate with the “here-and-now”, life on the planet, life in the hearts and minds of men, life through our writings, through our readings, through our thinking / beliefs / ambivalence, through out passions. 

Ambivalence, still here.  Books are awesome.  But wait!  Some books, limited value, sometimes harmful.  “We read to know that we are not alone.”  Some of us read to isolate.   Simon and Garfunkle sing these words from “I Am A Rock”:

“I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.”

The ramblings of a wilder man emerge with hopes of redemptive thought, redemptive ambivalence, redemptive humor.  Here is a piece, tapping at my beliefs, and I grapple with the implications.

“Friendships are overrated.  Friends are underrated.”

Over the years, I have had countless “friendships”, but few … real, long term … friends.  My old friend, Sadness, visits from time to time when I consider how many “friends” have come and gone, not too different than the wind.  Some of those friends never faded away.  It was me, because of my own pursuit of isolation as opposed to pursuit of relationship.  Wilder men have a desire to be known; wilder men have a fear of being known.  None of this changes the fact that we … are … not … alone.  

Warriors Rest

“He’s been building that boat for seven years that I know of … Every time it nearly gets finished he changes it and starts over again.  I think he’s nuts.  Seven years on a boat.”

Doc was sitting on the ground pulling off his rubber boots.  “You don’t understand,” he said gently .  “Henri loves boats but he’s afraid of the ocean.”

“What’s he want a boat for then?” Hazel demanded.

“He likes boats,” said Doc.  “But suppose he finishes his boat:  once it’s finished people will say, ‘Why don’t you ever put in the water?’  Then if he puts it in the water, he’ll have to go out in it, and he hates the water.  So you see, he never finishes the boat – – – so he doesn’t have to launch it.”

- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

John Steinbeck / http://www.edstephan.org

 

I am a warrior, as you are.  I am not the intense, fierce, pumped-up, toned, wild-man warrior that I want to be.  But, I am a warrior.  Some days, the dragons win.   On those days, I am a warrior that went toe-to-toe with a dragon, and got his butt kicked.  I am still a warrior, on those days, and I walk away a bit wiser, and a bit stronger.  Fighting dragons can be quite strenuous.  And that is why … warriors rest.  

 

Wilder Man Dad: Thankfulness?

RECENTLY …

I listened to Harry Chapin’s song, “Cat’s In The Cradle”.  Man-O-Man!  What a song!  I remember my dad and I in the car; me – – – just out of high school, and “Cat’s In The Cradle” came on the radio.  Dad’s face pensive as we listened to the words.  After the song, his eyes straight ahead, peering through the windshield as if it was a dark fog, he commented about the father not making time for his son while time passed by, opportunities lost.  My guess is that my dad was thinking about his father: the small amount of time he had with his father.

“My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin’ ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew
He’d say ‘I’m gonna be like you, Dad
You know I’m gonna be like you’ …”

I wanted to throw out this “thing” to my fellow wilder men, and the women curious about wilder men, who love wilder men … this “thing” about being a dad, having a son, living with the tension – – –  spending time with and giving our hearts to our sons, our daughters, in a robust way, knowing that this is the time where we pour into the lives of those wonderful kiddos who we are parenting, thanks to the gifting from the God who provides, the God who loves, the God who leads.  And courage calls.  I am a wilder man who  n e e d s   courage to be a good dad, who cannot afford to flounder, and say some nonsense like “Woe is me!  I need courage to be a good dad!  How can I get courage?”

“Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
‘Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?’
He shook his head and said with a smile
‘What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?’ ….”

If I whine about ‘needing courage’, I am missing the boat, I am missing my son, I am missing my daughter.  It is not about “needing courage”.  It is about taking courage, embracing courage, using courage not unlike one handles a sword.  I know we can learn from others; we can learn from what others have to say.

“And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me / He’d grown up just like me / My boy was just like me

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon      Little boy blue and the man in the moon

‘When you comin’ home son?’ / ‘I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, Dad / 
We’re gonna have a good time then’ … ” 

And we can make a promise that we are not going to blow it … knowing that there is a possibility we can miss our children, knowing that we can sacrifice the fatherhood love for things that are not worth the sacrifice

Instead, we can know that we made a good, noble, courageous, other-centered choice, to love our sons and our daughters.  And we can know that we were intentional about spending priceless time with them, during their journey.