Saturday, June 28, 2003

Lake Desolation as seen on this morning's Wasatch Crest mountain bike ride between Big Cottonwood and Millcreek Canyons. It's been two years since I've done this ride. It was great to return to this world class trail. My sons dropped us off on the Big Cottonwood side at about 8:15 a.m. and we were back in the Millcreek parking just east of 1-215 at about 12:15 p.m. Today's ride gets ***** of five stars in my book.

Not a cloud in the sky
Got the sun in my eyes
I'm on the top of the world
Looking down on creation
--Carpenters

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Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Another shot from Saturday's ride (June 21 - 1st day of summer)

Monday, June 23, 2003

Sittin' down by my window
Looking out on the rain
Somethin' came along
Grabbed a hold of me
And it felt just like a ball and chain

--Big Mama Thornton

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Found while looking for something else: single track Mormon Trail at Little Emigration Canyon

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Sunday, June 22, 2003

We all knew was going to happen, but it is still a shock to see demolition underway for Dilworth Elementary where four of our kids started in kindergarden and progressed through to the big 6th grade dance.

Ring out, school bells, to the wild sky
The crying cloud, the crumbled sight.
The school dies now in solstice light,
Ring out, school bells, and let her die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new.
Ring happy bells for her last show.
The school is going, let her go,
Ring out the old, ring in the new.

Remember her valiant and her free,
Her larger heart, and kinder hand,
Ring out the way she used to stand,
Ring in the new that is to be.

(adapted from Alfred Tennyson's Ring Out, Wild Bells)

Saturday, June 21, 2003

Jeeped the Schwinn up to Jeremy Ranch this morning and joined Dave for a wet ride up a portion of the original Mormon Trail. The light rain and overcast sky deepened the colors and made a somewhat technical ride even more challenging.

Monday, June 16, 2003

A few friendly responses to my colleagues:

To Jim Stewart: Thanks for the kudos on my graveyard post. A little encouragement goes a long way. I pulled way back on my Memorial day comments -- trying to stick to the facts and a reflection or two -- but somehow, for you at least, the emotional stuff I deleted came through anyway. Less is more -- more or less.

To Dan Bammes: Your recent posts continue to provoke me. I often tend to either/or, all-or-nothing, black-and-white thinking -- usually to my detriment. So since I've been trying to spot these distortions in my own thoughts, I've seen them elsewhere, too...

For example: Why not let both a man-made statue and a divinely-created mountain peak say their own somethings? There's no touching the peak, but if I needed to do some hands-on sculpture or just enjoy some mere human's attempt, I wouldn't hold myself or them to mountain-creation standards.

Anyway, Dan, thanks for sharing your journey. Keep fighting, my friend. Dex sounds like a fairly ruthless regimen, so I'm glad your treating her as a potential teacher and not just an unpleasant drug.

Found while looking for something else: Helen Keller's birthday

"Many people would be more truthful were it not for their uncontrollable desire to talk." --Edgar Watson Howe

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