Journal Entry (Wed Jun 8, 2022)

I must see:

The Grand Canyon, Arizona (check)
Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
The Delicate Arch, Utah
The Golden Gate Bridge, California (check)
Old Faithful, Wyoming (check)
Hoover Dam, Nevada (check)
Half Dome, California (check)
Chimney Rock, Nebraska (check)
Oak Alley Plantation, Louisiana
Statue of Liberty, New York (check)
Devils Tower, Wyoming
Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C. (check)
Fort Sumter, South Carolina
Antelope Canyon, Arizona
Monticello, Virginia
Middle Fork of the Salmon River, Idaho (check)
The Breakers, Rhode Island
Crater Lake, Oregon (check)
Space Needle, Washington (check)
Portland Head Light, Maine (check)
Denali, Alaska
Taos Pueblo, New Mexico
The Alamo, Texas (check)
Southernmost Point Buoy, Florida (check)
Jenny Lake, Wyoming

Score: 14/25

This is admittedly a somewhat random list of 25. (I did not come up with this list.) I hope my journeys take me to more places than these… National Parks… Classic ski resorts… Famous overland routes… Iconic bicycle routes… the list really is endless…

Wise Man

Journal Entry (Sun Mar 27, 2022)

”The wise man looks both ways before crossing a one-way street.”

I’m just a hard working 81 I.Q.

Thank you Terry for pointing that out to me. I live it, trust me.

Pull The Plug

Journal Entry (Sun Mar 27, 2022)

I’m aware there are people that will take exception to this, however beware, those that do may have an agenda that includes you in a way you may not be conscious of…

Facebook is a corrupter of society.
Leaving will make a difference in the world.
Be brave, pull the plug, do it now.
There will still be plenty to look at elsewhere,
and chances are, what you find will be better.

Be Nice

Journal Entry ( a bit later Fri Mar 18, 2022)

“Be nice. (The world is a small town.)”

— Austin Kleon

Putin is learning this lesson the hard way…

I don’t mean to make light of current events, but sometimes looking at them in a simplistic way can reveal true insight…

An (Almost Blinding) Flash of Insight

Journal Entry (Fri Mar 18, 2022)

It has become apparent to me why I love writing by hand in my journal. You could almost call it a blinding flash of insight (without the blinding part). The reason is because it is such an analog process. It engages my brain through my hands. It is a tactile business, and that is so necessary for creativity - or at least for giving me the feeling that I’m engaged in a creative effort. I gleaned this insight reading Austin Kleon. I recommend picking up his book “Steal like an Artist.” One of his mantras is “engage your brain through your hands.” It makes perfect sense. I now know why hand writing feels so good, even when the words produced are largely crap.

Ducks and Crickets

Journal Entry (Thu Mar 16, 2022)

So, someone I haven’t associated with in-person for a few year posts a photo on Instagram of two ducks in a drainage pond. The caption to the photo is something like, “where do these ducks come from?” Don’t ask me why I’m still following this person when we no longer associate personally… I suppose it is for moments like these…

I can’t resist the temptation to reply, so I do, with the following:

“If I were a diving duck, and the pond where whiskey, I would dive to the bottom and never come up.”


Props to Taj Mahal. There were no crickets in the photo, at least I didn’t see any…

Ides of March

Journal Entry (Tue Mar 15, 2022)

Today is the Ides of March. Watch out if your name is Caesar. Actually, Caesar is more a title and not really a name per se (nobody has ever named their kid Caesar, except perhaps as a bad joke). So a word of warning is in order, if anyone calls you Caesar, be doubly cautious today. Furthermore, today is a good day to settle your debts… just in case…

in Rome, March 15 was the 74th day of the Roman Calendar year. This was the day all debts were to be settled. It also was a particularly bad day for Julius Caesar. Picnics, drinking, and revelry are also in order on this day (if you are not a Stoic).

Smith Rock State Park

Journal Entry (Mon Feb 21, 2022)

I recently went for a ride in Smith Rock State Park. SRSP is truly a remarkable place. World renowned for climbing, which I don’t do, but also not bad as a mountain biking destination. There are a lot of hikers, so it means often yielding to people on foot, but still well worth the visit just for the scenery.

I Am A Thousand Winds That Blow

Journal Entry (Fri Feb 4, 2022)

Digging through a book on woodworking that was one of my favorites (I presume also one of the favorites of my Dad) I found the following poem. I know it is from my Dad because of the hand-writing on the envelope. My Dad copied this poem and gave it to his children (myself and my two sisters) upon the death of our mother…

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond that glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning, hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.”

Do not stand at my grave and cry,”
I am not there, I did not die.”

My Mother (or Father on her behalf) added the following epilogue to the poem:

“This is a memorial to my children, so you know I will always be with you. Take care of yourselves, your children and grandchildren, and always be happy. Be kind to others. That is my wish for you.”

I suspect these words were from my mother, recorded for her by my father. Even though I’m not certain which one penned the epilogue, it is a testimony to their love, regardless of the source.

I tucked the letter back into the book. I now know that’s where it belongs, as well as on this page and in my heart. I do not think of my mother and father on a daily basis, but I am definitely their living embodiment. I hope when our essence is joined again, we can continue our journey in this universe together.

 Mary Elizabeth Frye, a Baltimore housewife, has been acknowledged, as the true author of the well-known bereavement verse “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep.” This famous verse has brought comfort to mourners throughout the world for the past 70 years.