To Travel
I feel I have been missing from the blog scene in true essence for a bit too long. My deepest apologies about that. I’ve been traveling in the british isles, skiing jackson, and driving all over the west. I’m back on the front range now, chilling, working for Apple and taking a couple of classes to indulge myself through the winter. Skiing will take priority soon as the snow starts falling in the meat of the season, and I certainly hope to catch a run or two with you if you are in the west. Trips are planned to Tahoe, and Utah as well so if you are in either of those areas, maybe we can catch a run there too.
Traveling tends to breed a brand of intrinsic introspection of a sort of nature not available while at home. Traveling alone breeds even deeper contemplation. My visit to Scotland was an amazing one. I went to visit my good ol’ buddy from Helena, Tyrrell. Some of you may know him, some of you may not. If you don’t, you need to meet him. He’s one of those people that somehow knows more about the world than any of us could ever imagine. Someone who can enter into a place, such as Edinburgh, and develop such a keen sense of history in the place, it’s hard to believe. He’s a compass for me in this globalized world. One that keeps me on track in my sometimes lost endeavors. He’s a true, genuine, montana bred, friend of all friends. I am thankful to god everyday that I know no matter where either of us are in the world he’ll tell me exactly how it is, and exactly where I’m astray. I know I have written this before, but everytime it simply reminds me how thankful I must be for the friends that I have out there.
To those of you that are close in my life, there are many. Although I have been flaky at times, I appreciate the light and different wonderful friendships that all of you bring into my life. The many late night talks, adventures, dinners, brainstorming, and heart-to-heart chats that I have had with all of you mean more to me than anything in the world. Thank you.
