Monday, October 4, 2010

Friday, August 20, 2010

Friday Afternoon Stress Relief

Spending too much time at the computer?  Need to get outside?  Take a break right here and imagine you just rode this bike 2,000 vertical feet and had to set it down to go retrieve your lungs off the road before a coyote gets to them.  Take a second, say a prayer, focus on your to do list and when this is over go do it and put as #1: Have a great Weekend!





Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Would the Real Philip Yancey Please Step Forward?

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Recently I formed a strong, and no doubt lasting, relationship with well-known author Philip Yancey.  That's right, I "liked" him on Facebook.  What could possibly break this bond of friendship forged over the red-hot coals of interwebcyerificness?

An imposter?!

No, I "liked" the right one out of the all the choices I had on Facebook.  I could deduce that he was not the black woman, nor the teen boy, not the proud dad nor even the "boy band", no the real Philip Yancey had to be the one with the most fans - over 2,000 (a little weak for a guy who has sold over 14 million books, but this has to be him, I recognize the photo of Shakespeare's look-alike).  Still as I read on there was the quote "I'm Philip _#*bleeping%# Yancey!"  Something was not quite right.  Philip writes books on God, Understanding, Forgiveness, Grace, Jesus and topics like this, how could he have a comment like that right there, out in the open for all to see?  Well there was his picture, but two or three of the profiles shared the same, and even authentic picture of the real man.  So which was real and which the imposter?

Just the other day had the chance to climb a peak with my wife, Philip, and his wife.  As we neared the 13,000 foot high saddle of the mountain my wife, due to her keen sense of electrical storms, decided to turn back.  Philip graciously offered to go with her back to the car knowing that his wife's wish for a summit on one of her last remaining 14ers,  and hope of getting to the top, rested with me.  We gave it our all, yet we too were forced to turn around.  I was thankful that my wife was in good hands, and that Philip would give up his bid on a summit with the one who wanted it most, to care for the one who wanted the summit least and needed care the most.

This was the real Philip Yancey.  His actions matched his words.  His character emulated the one he claims to serve.
That is the mark of the genuine article.  When lined up and compared, the counterfeit won't measure up.  I later found the real Philip Yancey on Facebook with all of his 200 fans (201 now) and on that site I saw the evidence that matched the man.  The books, the deep thoughts, the insight and help he offered showed me this is the authentic Philip Yancey.  I am now challenged to look for imposters of my own,  finding sometimes it is possible to be my own worst enemy.  If you happened to see Philip running around Aspen with a  cute young Blonde, again it is not what you think; that was my wife and he bought her a real blueberry muffin.  Beware of those who impose and of judgments quickly made in haste, dig deeper and discover the truth behind the face(book).

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Anger Management

Is anger really something that we should let control us? I was out on the rocks doing some climbing on what was a stunning Colorado morning. I was making a personal video with my Canon 7D (an expensive semi-pro SLR) to use for an upcoming web-conference. I had shot some clips and had some fun climbing around, setting up, and even tried to get a shot rappelling. To get this shot I had to set the camera up on a tripod close to the edge of an 80 foot cliff. It all seemed great; I grabbed a few wild raspberries, ate them, clipped in to the rope, hit record, and then laughed my way down the face thinking for sure I had captured something cool for my little production. I felt free almost as if I had just been able to fly.

My camera was surely jealous, it too wanted to taste this freedom, at least that is my only explanation. Because just as I unclipped from the rope I could see a dark shadow falling. Then I heard a few loud cracks, and once I realized what had happened, released a few loud cracks of my own. A gust of wind had knocked over my precariously placed picture taker and sent it pummeling down to the platform of granite below. I got the clip I needed, but somehow this failed to make me smile. I was angry. In fact I was so angry that no outburst ensued. I was beyond emoting. Perhaps there in lies a lesson on managing anger - usually there is nothing you can do about it anyway, so why waste a beautiful day. When it gets bad like this, you just have to say - "it is only stuff anyway." WWJD? He probably would have had a cheaper camera, and set it up properly to begin with, but I know he would not have had a little bratty fit. Proverbs 29:11 - A fool vents all his feelings, but a wise man holds them back.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Something Old, Something New

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Standing on top of 14,015 foot Wetterhorn peak recently with twenty new friends, offered me a new perspective on climbing these old mountains, the act of which sometimes makes me feel as old as they are.  I had been here before on top of this remarkably beautiful and rugged mountain, but every time out offers something different.  I was climbing with a group of "tweeners", teenagers between high school and college and our objective was to challenge ourselves in the mountains and then apply the lessons learned in the day to a talk that night.  The talk would focus on college life and how best to prepare for the mountains of challenges that lie ahead.  The group had travelled from Indiana for the experience of climbing a couple of Colorado's famed fourteen thousand foot peaks, and their enthusiasm was immediately made apparent to me.  There were a lot of questions, a lot of nervousness, with enough excitement and energy to light a small city.


For me the thought of waking up early, setting a slow pace on familiar ground, with a large group did nothing to make me nervous, excited, or even feel challenged.  The challenge for me now was to not let my crusty attitude diminish the joy of their new discovery.  The rains came and doused our camp threatening to dampen our gear and our spirits as well.  I have spent a lifetime pursuing outdoor adventure and have seldom felt this way, but it seemed to be getting a little old.  Maybe it was me. Maybe I am getting old!?  Was it the rain?  Was it the longing to be with my family?  Am I too out of touch to hang with teenagers anymore?  Am I impatient, irritable, selfish...or just old?

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Our steps carried us up at about the same rate as the sunrise, and as we made our way up this rocky peak I began to see a bit of myself and my past in these kids.  I saw them laugh with each other, lean on each other, and open up to each other through a shared challenging experience.  I saw them face their fears in front of their peers, clutching at the rock exhausted, exasperated, and exhilarated.  What I soon realized was that I had a role in this.  I didn't get a single person up to the summit (and they all made it) but what I did do was provide the opportunity to fall in love with something I have often considered mine - the Colorado outdoors.  Soon they were observing subtleties in colors, flowers, animals, rocks and even smells and pointing things out to me that had been forgotten.  Just a piece of what had become old was now shown to me and made new again.

The joy, enthusiasm and fresh perspective that these kids brought to the mountains challenged me to open my eyes anew and take a fresh look at the many things that may seem to be getting old in and around my life.  I may be adding on years, however that is no excuse for getting old.  Now I can't wait to take my own girls out and show them these old mountains from a new perspective.

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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The World's Most Beautiful Mountain

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I can say from my experience in climbing with Erik Weihenmayer that there is  more to climbing than just seeing the objective.  It is the journey, the camaraderie, and the aesthetics of the environment that include sound, feel, movement, smell and the rush of cold air over the skin.  The exhilaration of achieving a goal and the physical challenge of climbing difficult pitches at extreme altitude.  The mountain demands precision in planning, and in moving, which make the challenge all the more enjoyable when success is somehow won.




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The journey began as we met our local guide and outfitter Rodrigo at the Lima airport.  Having made some poor communications we had no idea that he would be there to meet us and had made our own arrangements for a taxi, hotel, bus, and porter - all of which we had to cancel at the sight of Rodrigo and his sign which read: Eric and Erik.  Flights arrive late in the night and busses leave early in the morning.  Not a big deal because there is plenty of rest to be had on an eight-hour ride to the town of Huaraz at 10,500 feet.  The bus leaves from sea level and travels over a 13,000 foot pass at about 10 mph and I believe I could make the same drive in my own car in about 3 hours vs the eight that the bus takes.  As we got organized for the climb we would acclimate and take some short hikes around this area which is the gateway to the Cordillera Blanca.  The first was to see the Incan ruins of  Wilkawain, and taste some new exotic fruits that Rodrigo had purchased at the open market on our way walking out-of-town.

We were on an aggressive schedule and did not want to spend too much time here in Huaraz.  We hit the road the next day driving to the trailhead at Cashapamapa.  This for me is the scariest part of the trek.  Riding in a large van with small tires, fully overloaded on a narrow, dirt road that is uneven, worn, and washed out in the corners that hangs high above the valley makes a person wish they were blind.  The drop might be huge, and an accident would mean certain death, but at least the driver is going recklessly fast!  With the mules loaded, the bell on my finger, and Erik behind me listening for that familiar ring to show the way - we were off for a grand climb.

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The scenery is stunning, which makes this a very popular trek.  The peaks rise high above the Santa Cruz valley with their icy white caps contrasting the lush, green, river valley below.  The trees were flowering around us and cascades of water rushed out of the canyon walls with force and regularity.  The constant roar of the water made for difficult communication, and therefore navigation, which made avoiding the ubiquitous evidence of our bovine residents impossible, the result of which was greasy, stinky feet.  As the miles went by the evidence of the cows only increased - so much so that I really can't recommend this route as a trek.  The cows were in the water, on the trail, in the camps, and many times nearly in my tent!  It was either the cows doing their business in the river, or some poor hand washing which led to contaminated food that gave us all a reason to run to the bathroom multiple times daily.  It saps strength and energy and dehydrates a person as well making an already difficult summit that much harder to attain.

The camp by the river was serene, but the next day as we made it to Alpamayo Base Camp we were greeted by a scene even sweeter.  I would not have been surprised that while camped here we would receive a visit from a few waywardly Hobbits.  We entered via a large, flat ,open meadow with one large boulder in the middle.  Being the nice guy I am I made sure blind Erik climbed over this giant boulder on our way into camp without telling him there was no need to surmount the obstacle.  Still 2,000 feet below the glacier we rested in a forest of Quinwahl trees on the edge of the moraine.  From this 14,000 foot high camp we would launch upwards onto the mountain.  Coming down the trail as we headed up were a couple of groups of climbers that had decided to turn around when they deemed the route out of condition and "unclimbable".  The group was made up of two fit european men and two Peruvian guides.  When we told them our objective, they laughed and said "you'll see."  We continued on knowing conditions can change over the course of a few days and that we could well determine for ourselves if the route would go or not.

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From Moraine Camp the real work began: moving over the glacier, carrying a heavy pack, walking as a rope team, and even employing my ice-axe.  Things moved along smoothly even though Rodrigo on the front of the rope would go well out of his way to make sure blind Erik did not have to step across any open crevasses - which were small and well within Erik's ability.  It wasn't until we climbed a sixty degree pitch leading directly into Col Camp that we got, or at least I got, my first view of the route in all its splendor.  The mountain from this angle, from this proximity was jaw dropping in beauty and in the stark reality that it looked like it would be hard to tame.  The sun went down as our tent went up, the mountain illuminated in an orange, pink and purple hue which almost made this frigid place feel warm - almost.

The climb commenced at 1:30 in the morning.  It was the typical alpine start that allows for safer climbing before the sun hits and loosens big projectiles above the route.  With Erik in the middle my job was to cast my headlamp towards his feet to ensure that they would not lead him into a crevasse while at the same time being alert as to where I would step and avoid that same fate.  Quickly we were roped and moving up the mountain in 70 meter pitches - the most our ropes would allow.  The deep snow at the bottom slowed our progress but was by no means

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insurmountable as the other climbers would have had us believe.  The bergschrund was a brief 20 feet of ice climbing, and after two pitches we were beginning to swing into solid ice.  The route is called the french direct after two french climbers who were killed by ice fall, but was originally climbed by two Americans in the 80's.  We moved slowly up the 65-70 degree slopes to be cautious, but also due to the fact that we were now moving into the area of 19,000 feet with stomachs that were still not settled. I could easily determine that Erik was not having his best day as he kept his head down and his mouth shut.  Words were few as we used the rope to communicate what needed to be said.  A tug of the rope meant come on up, a little slack would signify a pause, and a yell would serve to say "move over left, you are off route!"  Having Rodrigo along was a huge help as he could lead and leave me to direct Erik and also allow for me to take some pictures.

The climb felt solid as the tools could be sunken into good ice and the screws could be well placed.  Even so small projectiles found there way to our positions at 80 mph.

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In the middle of a sentence I might hear Erik scream out "ooowwww! #*%!"  At which I would ask "are you okay?" then laugh only to be hit myself a

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moment later right on the upper lip "OOOwwwWW! #*%!"  A good reason to keep the hood up and the head down.  The day dawned in a brilliant show of light and color on these white cake frosted peaks around us, so bright and intense that with the angle of the slope our faces were just inches from the reflected light which in turn caused a significant burn.  By 11:30 we had reached the summit and it appeared that the whether would hold long enough for us to get back to camp safely.  The clouds rolled over the top just long enough for me to miss out on good photos, however the celebration still took place just above the hole that had to be dug so that we could get onto the summit.  We rapped down the route and traversed back across the glacier to high camp; this is when I should have noticed things were awry.  I had no energy.  I could not keep up with the guys on the front of the rope, I felt like passing out.

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[caption id="attachment_56" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Burrowing through to the Summit"][/caption]

2:30 a.m. I awakened because I was having a hard time breathing.  The next breath I took brought back a familiar and awful sound.  There was a raspy, gurgling in my lungs which indicated I had pulmonary edema.  Ten years earlier I had experienced this, but have had no problems since, and I have even been to higher elevations.  In the dark of night, knowing that Erik still needed me to get him down off of the mountain, there was nothing I could do.  Nothing but pray that is.  I did just that; I put in my headphones and listened to praise music to drown out the sound of my breathing, I sat up, since every time I laid down the gurgling would return, and I prayed, waiting for the sun to rise to allow us to depart.

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[caption id="attachment_58" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Col Camp - Quitaraju in Background"][/caption]

If it were absolutely necessary I am sure that Rodrigo could have gotten Erik down without me, but it would have been awkward and maybe a tad unsafe, so I decided that until my condition worsened I would gut it out and remain with Erik until Base Camp.  Thankfully we were able to rappel down a large section of the glacier and then walk down to Base Camp relatively quickly.  Though I felt a little better, my lungs were still not clear and I knew that in the morning I would need to get down to a lower elevation ASAP.  Reading some scripture gave me peace, as did the music and the fact that we were on our way down.  This event certainly once again affirmed to both Erik and me that this is why he needs to climb most of the time as a party of three.  If something were to happen to me and it were just the two of us, he would be left alone, on a glacier waiting for help to pass by.  The element of trust is essential as is our need to make plans and be as safe as possible in executing these plans.  In leaving Base Camp we changed things up a bit.  Instead of guiding Erik out on foot for two days we opted for a one day horse ride for him and an eleven mile hike for me.  My pack was light, and in going down my edema didn't bother me too much, but it wasn't until we were back in Lima that it totally cleared up.

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[caption id="attachment_60" align="alignright" width="300" caption="A&W on the Summit!"][/caption]

What insights did I gain from this summit?  Hydrate, filter don't boil, sleep low - climb high, loyalty makes strong friendships, always bring a good book as well as THE Good Book. Never give up, give in to faith not fear.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Uphill Batle - no more


For telemark skiers times have indeed changed. The leather boots, skinny skis, three pin bindings have given way to plastic, fat or (phat) skis and super-ultra heavy duty bindings. These changes allow skiers to go faster, harder, bigger and stay out longer. I think it is great even if a little of the romance of the sport is gone. I ski alpine, nordic, telemark, and AT and have to say that one of my favorite innovations in the last few years is the touring mode adopted by telemark binding manufacturers. As on AT gear this mode allows free healers to really free the heel when climbing with skins on the bottom of the skis. If you have not yet made the switch - do it. As soon as you can justify shelling out a little cash these will save you on the uphills from getting heel blisters, save you from tip dive as you climb through powder, and save you a ton of energy freeing you from hamstring fatigue. I am using the Black Diamond O1 and am extremely happy with its durability and skiing performance as well as its ease of use. If you are in the market there are a lot of good ones out there and this should be a front runner, but more than anything, if you tour - go get a set of bindings with the tour mode and quit suffering and slogging up the hill. You will not regret it.

Friday, February 12, 2010

There Could Be Gold In It

The other day I saw someone running down my street and immediately
thought "why", and "what could that person be running from"? After
all why else would someone run? Now with the Olympics starting in
Vancouver BC, my thought has taken a 180 degree turn of inspiration
causing me to ask "what are these people running towards?" If we are
writing an article, a book or a blog; if we walk 5 minutes, an hour, a
day; if we climb the stairs, a hill or Mt Everest; what is our goal
ultimately? Why it may seem at first to be vain, futile or silly, we
just need to look at the reason for which we started and see, even if
from a distance, that finish line or summit where we wish to stand to
see the purpose in each stride.
To me it then is not "what are you running for or from, but "wow, what
are you running towards?!" Run faster, there could be gold, climb
higher - just be ready for cold.

"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize." 1 Corinthians 9:24

There Could Be Gold In It

The other day I saw someone running down my street and immediately
thought "why", and "what could that person be running from"? After
all why else would someone run? Now with the Olympics starting in
Vancouver BC, my thought has taken a 180 degree turn of inspiration
causing me to ask "what are these people running towards?" If we are
writing an article, a book or a blog; if we walk 5 minutes, an hour, a
day; if we climb the stairs, a hill or Mt Everest; what is our goal
ultimately? Why it may seem at first to be vain, futile or silly, we
just need to look at the reason for which we started and see, even if
from a distance, that finish line or summit where we wish to stand to
see the purpose in each stride.
To me it then is not "what are you running for or from, but "wow, what
are you running towards?!" Run faster, there could be gold, climb
higher - just be ready for cold.

"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize." 1 Corinthians 9:24

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Shelter from the Storm



Last week and again tomorrow I will be teaching the students at The Vail Academy and the Charter Academy how to build snow shelters for winter survival. For most outdoor programs it is beneficial to have good weather, but for this I am actually hoping for a storm. Lots of heavy, wet snow. The kind that soaks your clothes but makes perfect snowballs - this also makes perfect shelter. In thinking about this and lessons from it, and by personal experience, I have seen that the very thing which the storm is driving at us could kill us, but it is that exact thing which can save us from it as well. The saying goes that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When the storm gives you snow, make shelter, if you are lonely - make a snowman or woman. If you are thirsty melt it and drink. What storm is life hammering at us today? Is there something to be snatched from the storm and used to make us stronger or potect us? Don't get beat down by it instead be delivered. Let the wind and snow give us a place to go to get away from wind and snow. Ecclesiastes 7:12Wisdom is a shelter as money is a shelter, but the advantage of knowledge is this: that wisdom preserves the life of its possessor. We will gain wisdom if we can weather the storm, it may not be the Ritz but the storm has given you what you need to make it through another night.

Shelter from the Storm



Last week and again tomorrow I will be teaching the students at The Vail Academy and the Charter Academy how to build snow shelters for winter survival. For most outdoor programs it is beneficial to have good weather, but for this I am actually hoping for a storm. Lots of heavy, wet snow. The kind that soaks your clothes but makes perfect snowballs - this also makes perfect shelter. In thinking about this and lessons from it, and by personal experience, I have seen that the very thing which the storm is driving at us could kill us, but it is that exact thing which can save us from it as well. The saying goes that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When the storm gives you snow, make shelter, if you are lonely - make a snowman or woman. If you are thirsty melt it and drink. What storm is life hammering at us today? Is there something to be snatched from the storm and used to make us stronger or potect us? Don't get beat down by it instead be delivered. Let the wind and snow give us a place to go to get away from wind and snow. Ecclesiastes 7:12Wisdom is a shelter as money is a shelter, but the advantage of knowledge is this: that wisdom preserves the life of its possessor. We will gain wisdom if we can weather the storm, it may not be the Ritz but the storm has given you what you need to make it through another night.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The Drain


While bathing my twin girls after a nice meal of pasta and red sauce and a freshly blown out diaper, I noticed the water getting murky. What started as a cool bath also seemed to somehow miraculously be getting warmer. They were dirty, and I was getting dirty by trying to get them clean. In this water no matter how hard I would try nor how much soap I might add, no one was going to get clean. We had to open the drain and start with fresh water. This is a concious decision similar to one we all face in life when we feel dirty inside and need a new start. No amount of washing is going to remove that stain we have from poor choices, bad habits, and misdeeds, but how do we open the drain on that and start over? In a word - confession - to the one we have hurt, yes; to a priest, you could; most importantly to God. Jesus is on the receiving end of that drain and wants to take whatever may come down the pipes away from us. No, I am not saying he is the equivalent of a sewage treatment facility, but it works kind of the same way. The dirt, stink, and filth of life comes down and what comes out is life giving water. When climbing the high peaks and stinking after weeks it is the same thing. No one will use the old water in the wash basin especially after a stinky teammate has washed his old undies in it. We want a fresh start. Don't just add soap, open the drain and start over for that fresh tingly new feeling.

The Drain


While bathing my twin girls after a nice meal of pasta and red sauce and a freshly blown out diaper, I noticed the water getting murky. What started as a cool bath also seemed to somehow miraculously be getting warmer. They were dirty, and I was getting dirty by trying to get them clean. In this water no matter how hard I would try nor how much soap I might add, no one was going to get clean. We had to open the drain and start with fresh water. This is a concious decision similar to one we all face in life when we feel dirty inside and need a new start. No amount of washing is going to remove that stain we have from poor choices, bad habits, and misdeeds, but how do we open the drain on that and start over? In a word - confession - to the one we have hurt, yes; to a priest, you could; most importantly to God. Jesus is on the receiving end of that drain and wants to take whatever may come down the pipes away from us. No, I am not saying he is the equivalent of a sewage treatment facility, but it works kind of the same way. The dirt, stink, and filth of life comes down and what comes out is life giving water. When climbing the high peaks and stinking after weeks it is the same thing. No one will use the old water in the wash basin especially after a stinky teammate has washed his old undies in it. We want a fresh start. Don't just add soap, open the drain and start over for that fresh tingly new feeling.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Misdirection


If you have traveled on a plane recently you have most likely flipped through the seatback to find the Skymall catalogue and seen inside, among many things a person will never truly need, framed pictures for sale called "Successories". These include sayings about words we should all want to apply in our lives such as; honor, integrity, leadership, skill, teamwork, perseverance, fortitude, motivation, success, or ambition. It struck me as I read this, what if while trying to apply these one is pointed in the wrong direction? It does not matter how much of the above one posesses, the end result could be disastrous. The mental picture I formed was of a basejumper motivated, working with others, strong and detrmined running to jump off a cliff without a parachute. I could just hear him say running with arms stretched out forward in the superman position "I am determined, I will fly!" However, in this moment, though the skill is there the edge of the cliff is the wrong direction. On those days where we feel as though we are in a freefall, perhaps we need to take a moment and make sure we are adequately prepared for that which we are undertaking, and see that we are oriented in the right direction. I know I need to take into account my skill, desire, abilities, along with preparation and then double check the direction to ensure a good flight and a great landing.

Misdirection


If you have traveled on a plane recently you have most likely flipped through the seatback to find the Skymall catalogue and seen inside, among many things a person will never truly need, framed pictures for sale called "Successories". These include sayings about words we should all want to apply in our lives such as; honor, integrity, leadership, skill, teamwork, perseverance, fortitude, motivation, success, or ambition. It struck me as I read this, what if while trying to apply these one is pointed in the wrong direction? It does not matter how much of the above one posesses, the end result could be disastrous. The mental picture I formed was of a basejumper motivated, working with others, strong and detrmined running to jump off a cliff without a parachute. I could just hear him say running with arms stretched out forward in the superman position "I am determined, I will fly!" However, in this moment, though the skill is there the edge of the cliff is the wrong direction. On those days where we feel as though we are in a freefall, perhaps we need to take a moment and make sure we are adequately prepared for that which we are undertaking, and see that we are oriented in the right direction. I know I need to take into account my skill, desire, abilities, along with preparation and then double check the direction to ensure a good flight and a great landing.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Hope


Contrary to current popular belief, hope is not a word invented by President Obama. It is a word that should actually make us feel better and long for something better. It should instill in us a desire to never want to give up. Hope is fragile and easy to lose. Today while out on a hike with my camera I took a long exposure of some ice formed over a moving stream. This makes the ice stand out against the motion of the water. I moved on and saw a hawk rapidly approaching, flying low, and directly towards me. I lifted my camera and fired a number of shots. In a blink he was gone. Wow! I hoped I had got one good shot. I looked at my digital viewfinder only to see blurry images. I had forgotten to reset my shutter speed and now all I got was...an angel? I continued towards the car at least happy I had seen such a beautiful creature resetting my camera as I walked yet still disappointed I had missed my shot. I had given up hope. Gliding out of the trees ahead the same hawk approached, this time I was ready, aimed, fired. He flew across my field of view and then upwards towards a second hawk - it was a rare and beautiful site. The two played in the air and I got more and better shots because I waited and was ready. This is how hope is. When we think it is gone and that opportunity has passed us by, we need to hold on, get ready, use the past as a stepping stone and prepare for what God has in store for us down the road. The result of having hope may be better than what we could have imagined or better than what we were disappointed in missing the first time.

Hope


Contrary to current popular belief, hope is not a word invented by President Obama. It is a word that should actually make us feel better and long for something better. It should instill in us a desire to never want to give up. Hope is fragile and easy to lose. Today while out on a hike with my camera I took a long exposure of some ice formed over a moving stream. This makes the ice stand out against the motion of the water. I moved on and saw a hawk rapidly approaching, flying low, and directly towards me. I lifted my camera and fired a number of shots. In a blink he was gone. Wow! I hoped I had got one good shot. I looked at my digital viewfinder only to see blurry images. I had forgotten to reset my shutter speed and now all I got was...an angel? I continued towards the car at least happy I had seen such a beautiful creature resetting my camera as I walked yet still disappointed I had missed my shot. I had given up hope. Gliding out of the trees ahead the same hawk approached, this time I was ready, aimed, fired. He flew across my field of view and then upwards towards a second hawk - it was a rare and beautiful site. The two played in the air and I got more and better shots because I waited and was ready. This is how hope is. When we think it is gone and that opportunity has passed us by, we need to hold on, get ready, use the past as a stepping stone and prepare for what God has in store for us down the road. The result of having hope may be better than what we could have imagined or better than what we were disappointed in missing the first time.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Points of Reference

When skiing up the local resort the other night with the aid of my climbing skins affixed to the bottom of my skis, I could not help but feel as though I was barely moving. It seemed no matter how fast my legs moved or how hard I was breathing, the top of the mountain was getting no closer. It was a dark night with visibility made more difficult by the snow which was falling and the thick clouds which had settled in over the mountains. Normally with a little moonlight or the lights from town hitting the white hillside I have enough light by which to ascend. Typically I will use a headlamp not so that I may see, but so that others may see me thereby avoiding a collision with sledders, other skiers or snowmobiles. I figured I would keep my light off, my music off and just ascend by feel and by sound, keeping an ear out for any engine noise or schussing sounds. In the dark of night all was quiet as I felt myself move upwardly through what felt like an open abyss, or like being adrift in an open sea, maybe even floating in space. What I soon realized is that I had nothing to use as a gauge for speed or distance travelled. No trees at the side of the run, no sounds of activity passing by, no grasses brushing my shin to give me the sensation of movement - I could have been on a treadmill for all I knew. Then in the distance I saw a light. It was the small glow of some other party's headlamp. Though it appeared dim and distant I now had something to focus my attention on and strive towards. I reoriented my skis to regain the correct trajectory (assuming that they were on the same run as I was) and kept going with the fresh vigor of someone with purpose and direction. The light would momentarily disappear when they would roll over a knoll or bend down to fiddle with their equipment, but I kept my bearing on them and soon saw the light getting brighter. After a while I could even make out the shape of two figures walking up, and after another hundred strides as I passed them by could see that hey were ascending sans skis or snowshoes. Cresting the last pitch of this run I could now see the light emitted by the lifthouse at the top and make out what would be my stopping point. And just as I deskinned, goggled up, and prepared for my descent two snowcats came cruising by blazing a smooth path of corduroy for me to follow all the way down. It became my point of reference. I knew that as long as the snow underfoot was smooth I would be fine, but the moment it became rough I would need to slow down so as not to hit the broadside of a Mogul in the dark.
On skis and in life we need anchors, we need to tie off "to the rock that is higher than I", we need points of reference that let us know we are on track. Maybe in the daylight it is the trees deeply rooted on the side of a trail, but what do we use when the going gets tough and the fog sets in? For me it becomes the people around me who are solid in character and in faith, it is scripture in its truth and wisdom, it is God's sovereignty over my life.
The next day I had the chance to climb the Baldspot above Beaver Creek resort in storm conditions. Along with two friends though it was now daylight I was having the same experience where I could not distinguish slope from sky. This can make for treacherous skiing especially if alone, but if we stay close enough we can use each other as buoys yo yo-ing down the mountain on our bearing using each other as points of reference.
In relationships, in our job, what acts as that to keep us in check? Honest communication exhorting each other and building each other up. Emotions, while not always reliable can serve as a gauge. Joy - is there any in your journey? But mostly, what is the light up ahead that you are oriented towards? I am the light of the world - Jesus said.

Points of Reference

When skiing up the local resort the other night with the aid of my climbing skins affixed to the bottom of my skis, I could not help but feel as though I was barely moving. It seemed no matter how fast my legs moved or how hard I was breathing, the top of the mountain was getting no closer. It was a dark night with visibility made more difficult by the snow which was falling and the thick clouds which had settled in over the mountains. Normally with a little moonlight or the lights from town hitting the white hillside I have enough light by which to ascend. Typically I will use a headlamp not so that I may see, but so that others may see me thereby avoiding a collision with sledders, other skiers or snowmobiles. I figured I would keep my light off, my music off and just ascend by feel and by sound, keeping an ear out for any engine noise or schussing sounds. In the dark of night all was quiet as I felt myself move upwardly through what felt like an open abyss, or like being adrift in an open sea, maybe even floating in space. What I soon realized is that I had nothing to use as a gauge for speed or distance travelled. No trees at the side of the run, no sounds of activity passing by, no grasses brushing my shin to give me the sensation of movement - I could have been on a treadmill for all I knew. Then in the distance I saw a light. It was the small glow of some other party's headlamp. Though it appeared dim and distant I now had something to focus my attention on and strive towards. I reoriented my skis to regain the correct trajectory (assuming that they were on the same run as I was) and kept going with the fresh vigor of someone with purpose and direction. The light would momentarily disappear when they would roll over a knoll or bend down to fiddle with their equipment, but I kept my bearing on them and soon saw the light getting brighter. After a while I could even make out the shape of two figures walking up, and after another hundred strides as I passed them by could see that hey were ascending sans skis or snowshoes. Cresting the last pitch of this run I could now see the light emitted by the lifthouse at the top and make out what would be my stopping point. And just as I deskinned, goggled up, and prepared for my descent two snowcats came cruising by blazing a smooth path of corduroy for me to follow all the way down. It became my point of reference. I knew that as long as the snow underfoot was smooth I would be fine, but the moment it became rough I would need to slow down so as not to hit the broadside of a Mogul in the dark.
On skis and in life we need anchors, we need to tie off "to the rock that is higher than I", we need points of reference that let us know we are on track. Maybe in the daylight it is the trees deeply rooted on the side of a trail, but what do we use when the going gets tough and the fog sets in? For me it becomes the people around me who are solid in character and in faith, it is scripture in its truth and wisdom, it is God's sovereignty over my life.
The next day I had the chance to climb the Baldspot above Beaver Creek resort in storm conditions. Along with two friends though it was now daylight I was having the same experience where I could not distinguish slope from sky. This can make for treacherous skiing especially if alone, but if we stay close enough we can use each other as buoys yo yo-ing down the mountain on our bearing using each other as points of reference.
In relationships, in our job, what acts as that to keep us in check? Honest communication exhorting each other and building each other up. Emotions, while not always reliable can serve as a gauge. Joy - is there any in your journey? But mostly, what is the light up ahead that you are oriented towards? I am the light of the world - Jesus said.