popping out the grey beard
So this weblogging business has turned out to be quite enjoyable. I've discovered people from the past I forgot even existed. My friends Matt & Patti have a four month old beauty named Hannah. What the heck.
I'm not very technological, so every time I edit something on this beast a grizzly grey hair pops into my beard. I've been trying desperately to post a picture in my profile because I live in probably one of the most beautiful places in the world and I've captured a few memorable scenes on film. Unfortunately, the whole "profile" thing has really been popping out the greybeard, so to speak, and with no results. So I'm going to shoot for a closer star and post a shot within a normal post.
The picture I hope you're looking at documents one of my best trips to Waterton Lakes National Park, a rolling 45km from my current home in Pincher Creek, AB. I took this picture (as I was very much alone) from the top of what's called the Bear's Hump hike, overlooking the Waterton townsite. I think I took that hike in November, and you must believe me when I say how cold it was. It was really cold. And you haven't experienced wind until you've hiked in Waterton in November. It truly attacks you; and not in gusts, but with a mighty, gut-wrenching roar. It's quite cleansing, really. A cold wind always inspires me to face it straight on. There's something about cold air that, for as long as I want to remember, has moved me.
Hopefully you also see a frigid view of the same snowscape, minus my face. That was a really good day. Time to head down the homestretch of this one; hamburger helper, some media, maybe a walk, and my bed. I always know it's time to wash my blanket when it starts smelling like corn chips. Truth to live by.
posted by Simon at 7:53 PM
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Simon,
I found your blog through Heather Wien's new blog. You're still to coolest (blogging, and everything)!
I'm out in Okotoks (15 minutes south of Calgary) as a Children's Pastor ...
I did not know you were still out there in Pincher Creek! Still remember good times @ Bethany, hangin' out w/ ol' Simon!
Kev-N
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some day i'll grow up and learn how to properly rotate pictures before i post them. until then, please bend your neck appropriately and try to forgive me.
And hi Kev! Okotoks, for goodness sake!?! I was wondering where you were!
Simon, you look truely at home with a big beard and standing out there is God's beuatiful wilderness. It looks like you are having one heck of a time. Keep it up. I watched Rocketman again the other day...man that is Oscar material.
see ya
Hey fricker. You're what the French call "les incompetents" when it comes to the interweb. But don't worry. I still like you.
hey simon. im glad you figured out how to put pictures on. they look good, especially the gray beard.
Mmm, yes, the wind. I discovered a very odd phenomenon last year when I came home to Dalmeny for a visit around my birthday. I walked to the end of the summer road off Lover's Lane and just stood there on the grid for what wasn't nearly long enough. I was just filled with awe as I observed the dark purple clouds blowing overhead, with the wind ruffling some nearby trees. That's probably one of the moments I've come closest to actually seeing, or perhaps "experiencing" God. Anyways, it made me realize how much I miss the wind out here. It just doesn't blow that much, and it's funny, because if there was one thing I never thought I'd miss, it's the wind. I suppose it's kind of like how I miss the flat, too, though. Anywho, your post just reminded me of this. Yay wind!
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