<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:41:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Presence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-5443036806315679912</id><published>2009-02-11T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:48:41.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Ask Us Why We Homeschool...</title><content type='html'>I had a co-worker share an interesting story with me the other day.  He and his wife decided to send their 3 yr old daughter to one of "the BEST" preschools in Las Vegas - maybe it's the best because of its outlandish cost!  Apparently, it's the creme-de-le-creme and leads into another exclusive elementary school.  He feels like the odd-man-out as he drops his daughter off in their Accord, alongside all the other parents in their Lexus, Land Rovers, and BMWs.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said that he and his wife were a little concerned when Lexington, their daughter, came home and showed them how to write the letter "J" - it was backward!  So his wife decided to sit in on the class to meet the teacher, see the classroom, etc.  She was appalled (as was I when he told me this) that the teacher had posted the entire classes' work on the wall - There were 8 student "J's" posted...all written backwards! -- DRAMATIC PAUSE -- with smiley-face stamps of approval on each one : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, she didn't know what to say, but eventually asked the teacher, "Did you know those J's are backwards?"  The teacher replied..."Oh, they are??"  I guess the teacher is from a foreign country, but she had graduated from an American college with a teaching degree!  What's wrong with this picture??  Is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the best our schools have to offer - or is it just a one-time anomaly from some yuppie school?  I really have a feeling that the problem is a lot more widespread, though.  I guess Lexington, on another day, came home and was reciting the Pledge of Allegiance to her parents (which I'm glad they're teaching - kind of doubt it includes God, though).  She started reciting, "I pledge allegiance, to the flag...of the America, United States..." I doubt that's just a 3 yr-old mistake.  Sounds like the way a new American might re-arrange their words while saying it.  They also say that her speech was better &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt; they enrolled her at this school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How big of a deal are these problems?  Probably not life-changing.  To me, it's the fact that schools are hiring teachers like this - that aren't qualified for the job.  An even bigger concern is the world-view that's being propagated in schools.  It's very anti-Biblical.  But I'm sure you already guessed I would say that : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why Hannah and Alexa are being home-schooled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-5443036806315679912?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/5443036806315679912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=5443036806315679912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/5443036806315679912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/5443036806315679912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-ask-us-why-we-homeschool.html' title='You Ask Us Why We Homeschool...'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-4856690666897979116</id><published>2009-01-09T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:05:22.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey...let's COEXIST!</title><content type='html'>Sounds attractive, doesn't it?? Why don't we just get together and Coexist?  Wow, sounds GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuuuuckkkkk....gag me!  I've really been disturbed by this "trendy" sign popping-up everywhere I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SWhHiGm_uUI/AAAAAAAAANo/QHtdOR5P348/s1600-h/T97-small.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SWhHiGm_uUI/AAAAAAAAANo/QHtdOR5P348/s320/T97-small.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289556413561944386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I saw this sign was on a SMART car bumper as it whizzed past me at 10 to 15 mph over the speed limit on my way to work .  My first impression was that it was something the Obama campaign would have printed, touting his claims to be a Christian, his indisputable ties to Louis Farrakhan and the Nation of Islam, and his support of the homosexual agenda and abortion rights.  What made this even worse was seeing it pop-up in Christian circles - even a church that we know was using it to draw newcomers to Christmas services!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you go labeling me an unloving, Christian, radical-nazi, I understand that many authentic Christians probably see this as an expression of God's love for all mankind.  I think there's a deceptive and destructive element to this seemingly harmless symbol, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I thought the gospel of Christ was about LOVING God, first and foremost, and LOVING one another unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;br /&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;br /&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking..."  1 Corinth 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember this?  Doesn't Paul's description of LOVE sound like a far cry from COEXISTING??  Coexisting conjurs up pictures of primitive fish crawling up out of the primordial ooze and abstaining from their survival-of-the-fittest instincts.  And I'm sure that's exactly what the creator of this emblem was trying to convey.  But is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; how we want unbelievers to view the Body of Christ?? The BRIDE of Christ??  Please say it isn't so!  I want outsiders to feel LOVED as they come to church!  Not just that we're willing to "get along" with them for the sake of everyone's sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings up another point.  Doesn't coexisting sound alot like, "Hey, why can't we all just get along?"  This sounds nice enough.  World peace, right?  Hmmm...sounds a lot like the Hippie movement of the 60's.  Is it Biblical?  Will we ever come to a point in time when all nations and men will put down their swords and give one another a great-big, global bear-hug?  No - not until Jesus Christ returns to claim His Church and rule with righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;I did not come to bring peace, but a sword."  Matthew 10:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;Such things must happen, but the end is still to come.&lt;br /&gt;Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;There will be famines and earthquakes in various places.&lt;br /&gt;All these are the beginning of birth pains."  Matthew 24:6-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So when a church uses this emblem to attract people to their services, does that mean the church is willing to accept everyone's different beliefs and creeds?  Let's say a Muslim starts attending a Christian church, or an atheist, or a homosexual, and they propagate their beliefs among other church members.  And they're proud of their positions, so they keep coming and interacting with others who listen patiently and kindly.  Are those Christians expected to just COEXIST with non-believers of drastically different beliefs - views that are really Satan's deceptions at the core?  Where do you draw the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the New Testament we see the pattern that the church MEETING is for the feeding of Jesus' flock - not primarily outreach.  In fact, in Revelation 2:14 Jesus reprimands the Church in Pergamum:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You have people there who hold to the teaching of Balaam,&lt;br /&gt;who taught Balak to entice the Israelites to sin&lt;br /&gt;by eating food sacrificed to idols and by commiting sexual immorality.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise you also have those who hold to the teaching of the Nicolaitins."  Rev 2:14-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think we resort to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt; advertising schemes like this to excuse our OBVIOUS lack of witnessing and outreach in the workplace, in the marketplace, in our neighborhoods, in the theaters, etc.  When was the last time you relayed the gospel, or heard somebody else teaching it outside the church??  Yep...I'm guilty, too.  If we're relying completely on outreach only in the church, we're opening ourselves up to some serious dangers!  That's one reason why our Western church is SO watered down!  We've been permeated by professing Christians whose lives don't reflect an ounce of repentance or sanctification!  And they're spreading their own self-serving, human religions in our sanctuaries - refusing to be changed by the Truth that they hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.  It's true!  We have SO MANY churches with rosters full of "Christians."  Shouldn't our communities be different then??  Las Vegas is a PRIME example - gobs of huge churches and a decrepit culture.  Where's the power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started reflecting on church discipline.  I agree that we need to be a loving and welcoming culture to unbelievers.  But if someone hears the gospel at church, doesn't leave a changed person, and persists in sin week-after-week, we need to heed the direction of Paul in 1 Corinthians 5 and correct them - NOT JUST "COEXIST" WITH THEIR DECEPTIVE BELIEFS...ESPECIALLY IN OUR CHURCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It is actually reported that there is sexual immorality among you...&lt;br /&gt;And you are proud!  Shouldn't you rather have been filled with grief&lt;br /&gt;and have put out of your fellowship the man who did this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And later in the same chapter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"But now I am writing you that you must not associate with anyone&lt;br /&gt;who calls himself a brother but is sexually immoral or greedy,&lt;br /&gt;an idolater or a slanderer, a drunkard or a swindler.&lt;br /&gt;With such a man do not even eat.&lt;br /&gt;What business is it of mine to judge those OUTSIDE the church?&lt;br /&gt;Are you not to judge those INSIDE?  God will judge those outside.&lt;br /&gt;'Expel the wicked man from among you.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The church should be a safe haven for God's true church - His "Ecclesia."  "Coexisting" in our churches without discipline of those professing different creeds is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we love one another?  Yes - only by Jesus' grace.  Can we invite people of different faiths to church?  Of course!  Is the idea of promoting ourselves as a "coexisting" community a good way to represent God's kingdom?  No.  The principles behind it are deceptive and creep into our church like death.  To quote Galadriel's Lord of the Rings monologue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived its time had now come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Satan will exert his authority more and more until Christ returns to put him in his place. His deception slowly but surely creeps into the church like a "nameless fear."  Let's not make his job easier by stooping to this level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that this struck a chord with me??  I'd love to hear from any fellow Christians who feel the same...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-4856690666897979116?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/4856690666897979116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=4856690666897979116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/4856690666897979116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/4856690666897979116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2009/01/heylets-coexist.html' title='Hey...let&apos;s COEXIST!'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SWhHiGm_uUI/AAAAAAAAANo/QHtdOR5P348/s72-c/T97-small.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-518568540340987972</id><published>2008-10-26T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:40:38.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugliest Cars...According to Matt</title><content type='html'>Ok...for the lack of better blogging material I've decided to quickly enlighten everyone on the ugliest cars on the road today (despite your own personal opinions):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - The Hummer.  Notice I didn't say HMMV (Highly Mobile, Multi-Wheeled, Vehicle) - this is what the military drives around and actually looks cool.  What we've got on the consumer market today (as seen below) looks like a bloated whale only meant to flounder down Hollywood Blvd or Park Ave - can these things even go off-road??  Definitely a huge let-down from the "real deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SQUyeGjo_vI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qW4jaoN1r_A/s1600-h/Hummer-H37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SQUyeGjo_vI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qW4jaoN1r_A/s320/Hummer-H37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667232389857010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2 - The Aztec.  What can I say about this thing?  Who came up with the rear-end on this! U-G-L-Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SQUytu-rEII/AAAAAAAAAMI/c7DHsaiE_ms/s1600-h/aztek-375-x-249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SQUytu-rEII/AAAAAAAAAMI/c7DHsaiE_ms/s320/aztek-375-x-249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667500938694786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - And now for the ugliest car on the road....the Scion!  I hope I don't offend too many liberals, but this thing is UGLY!!  You'll never convince me that this thing is "hip" or "trendy" - it's just UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SQUyeZZJGxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sUu0BF_BkYQ/s1600-h/06-scion-xb-blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SQUyeZZJGxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sUu0BF_BkYQ/s320/06-scion-xb-blur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667237446097682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've been so grieved to look at the top 3 offenders of the road, let's look at my dream vehicle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Jeep Cherokee&lt;br /&gt;(not the Grand Cherokee, mind you)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody say, "Ooooooo, Ahhhhhh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SQUyt1NivFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DAt5u_a3TNc/s1600-h/CT89JeepCherokeeXJ4D_10911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SQUyt1NivFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DAt5u_a3TNc/s320/CT89JeepCherokeeXJ4D_10911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667502611676242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a thing of beauty sporting its roof rack and off-road lift kit.  This is a manly man's car.  'Nuff said.  Oh, wait!  I own one of these!  Ok, so it needs a little money thrown at it to look like this.  Maybe one of these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Matt/Desktop/06-scion-xb-blur.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-518568540340987972?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/518568540340987972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=518568540340987972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/518568540340987972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/518568540340987972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugliest-carsaccording-to-matt.html' title='The Ugliest Cars...According to Matt'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SQUyeGjo_vI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qW4jaoN1r_A/s72-c/Hummer-H37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-2172131489093143044</id><published>2008-10-19T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:23:40.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Macy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I finally caved in and decided to get a dog for the family - actually I was really excited to get one, too!  We "adopted" Macy (apparently you never use the word "bought" around pet lovers - big no-no as I found out) this Saturday from the "Adopt a Rescue Dog" program outside a local Petsmart store.  She won our hearts immediately with her affection and gentleness with the girls.  Her kennel-given name was "Marian" but we didn't think that was a good fit.  She's some sort of Shepherd mix: not sure if she's got German Shepherd in her or maybe Dutch Shepherd - it's hard to tell.  Any thoughts from the dog experts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPwciO8_NJI/AAAAAAAAALo/iCTwnRXP6K4/s1600-h/IMG_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPwciO8_NJI/AAAAAAAAALo/iCTwnRXP6K4/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259109839316923538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More to come on Macy later, but we wanted to get the pictures out for everyone to see.  She has been a little slow in eating her new food, but once she gets adjusted to the new environment, we think she'll come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPwdBcRJbrI/AAAAAAAAALw/hPurldUr340/s1600-h/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPwdBcRJbrI/AAAAAAAAALw/hPurldUr340/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259110375467085490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-2172131489093143044?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/2172131489093143044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=2172131489093143044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/2172131489093143044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/2172131489093143044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-macy.html' title='Meet Macy!'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPwciO8_NJI/AAAAAAAAALo/iCTwnRXP6K4/s72-c/IMG_1550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-8896818770166246503</id><published>2008-10-11T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:07:03.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zion Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The guys in our church had been talking all summer about a guys' getaway.  Well, we finally made it happen.  Over the weekend of Sept. 27th, we all got kitchen passes and drove to Zion National Park, just northeast of St. George, UT, to enjoy some camping and hiking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angels' Landing Summit - Top Row (left to right): Neal, Mike, Alexander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottom: Myself, Sean, and Triston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFlgLn7bpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TybE2ro2ccE/s1600-h/DSC_0130.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFlgLn7bpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TybE2ro2ccE/s320/DSC_0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256093843668561554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Half of the guys in our group - the young whipper-snappers (Me, Triston, and Alexander) envisioned a woodsy, off-the-beaten-trail camp location.  The elders in our group had something a little more "homey" in mind.  Little did the young guys know that what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; had in mind was a location next to showers, potties, a swimming pool (complete with wine and cheese sampling), picnic tables, and barbecue grills.  In fact, they were so excited about this location that they were willing to pay $40-some for it!  Down the road was a similar BLM campground, nice sandy ground, no fee, plenty of space to get away from other campers, etc...but no!  We camped in the $40 spot with neighbors within spitting distance (see picture below).  The elders won the day and trumped our desires for a somewhat-real camping experience.  I'm not bitter, but I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; think it's important to clarify what we mean by "camping" next time : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Campsite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPEbLpM8ekI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aNYTqOFHYns/s320/DSC03188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256012126970739266" border="0" /&gt;After we set-up camp, the first hike we decided on was Angels' Landing in the middle of the park.  The only way to get to the trailhead was to commute there via park bus.  This really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a spectacular hike (not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; physically challenging, compared to a '14er hike) - especially once you made it to the half-way point and saw this vista.  The sheer cliff face on Angels' Landing's North side was spectacular!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angels' Landing Summit taken from the Half-way Point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Path goes up the Right Side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPEd2pKYSMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BWp9ulF3hxU/s320/DSC03192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256015064717609154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final pitch was an awesome hike!  It was sloping sandstone, so slippery and steep that the park has installed chain-link along the way for stability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike and Triston on the Final Ridge to the Top &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFqZC3V96I/AAAAAAAAALQ/hNeN15ApXsk/s320/DSC03190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256099218616350626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were up there at sunset - beautiful, breathtaking views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angels' Landing Panorama Looking South&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFmsogxizI/AAAAAAAAALA/n-X5ysFkRRI/s320/DSC_0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256095157093239602" border="0" /&gt;The next day we hiked what was called the "Narrows."  This hike can be done one of two ways.  You can catch a shuttle all the way to the top and hike down the Narrows (a river that cuts through these incredible sandstone canyons) if you want a full 8 hours of hiking.  OR, you can start at the park-side and hike up, turning around when you've had enough.  We opted for the second option.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just say that this a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VERY UNIQUE&lt;/span&gt; trail - unlike any other hike I've done.  There's really no elevation gain, but having to walk through a river 85% of the time, over slick river rock, takes more effort than you'd think.  The canyon walls were AMAZING!  I felt like a complete dwarf walking beside them.  I'd say the canyon walls towered, at times, thousands of feet above us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Narrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFpd2fpvqI/AAAAAAAAALI/eo19qT6jmw8/s320/DSC_0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256098201683476130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More Narrows - A Golden Glow in the Canyon Half-Light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFtiyU02OI/AAAAAAAAALg/sFL7OHZwCtE/s1600-h/DSC_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFtiyU02OI/AAAAAAAAALg/sFL7OHZwCtE/s320/DSC_0218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256102684510181602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"In the Cleft of the Rock"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFsljTBiEI/AAAAAAAAALY/7r2ZiA7xhOg/s1600-h/DSC_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFsljTBiEI/AAAAAAAAALY/7r2ZiA7xhOg/s320/DSC_0192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256101632504072258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFlgLn7bpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TybE2ro2ccE/s1600-h/DSC_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord is my rock, my fortress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my deliverer;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my God is my rock, in whom I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take refuge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is my shield and the horn of my salvation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my stronghold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I am saved from my enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Psalm 18:2,3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One strange thing I've noticed on our trips to Bryce Canyon and Zion is that I feel like I'm a foreigner in my own country.  The majority of the park visitors are European.  I've even had a chance to practice my German skills (which aren't that spectacular anymore).  Where are all the Americans??  Too lazy to get off their sofas and enjoy God's creation?  Get outdoors, America!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We left Sunday night after our Narrows hike, and drove back to Vegas - arriving around 9:00.  We stopped at Cracker Barrel in St. George for some eats and I asked, "What are your vegetarian options?"... DUMB question.  "Do you have any beer?"...DUMB question #2.  Again, I'm a stranger in a strange land - an alien in this world : )  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What an awesome time we had!  It's starting to get cool here in the desert, so I think our winter expeditions will consist of Red Rock Park hiking, here in Vegas.  It was great getting away with the church guys and having some "male bonding."  No we didn't have to drink beer to have fun; the sweet fellowship of other Christians and the brotherhood we have in Jesus were enough to make this trip one I'll never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-8896818770166246503?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/8896818770166246503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=8896818770166246503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/8896818770166246503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/8896818770166246503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/10/zion-getaway.html' title='Zion Getaway'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SPFlgLn7bpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TybE2ro2ccE/s72-c/DSC_0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-4454481623619130461</id><published>2008-10-04T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:00:22.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle Peak / Conundrum Peak Hike (#18 and #19)</title><content type='html'>What an amazing summer for hiking!  A couple weeks after our journey up Shavano and Tabegauche, Graham and I decided to attempt Castle and Conundrum Peaks - another dynamic duo in the Elk Range that are both doable in one day.  These two peaks are accessed from the Castle Peak Trailhead just south of Aspen.  We arrived in Aspen on Sep 20th, about 5:30 am after having left Graham's house in Grand Junction at 3:30.  Castle Creek road took us from Aspen's west side to Forest Road 102.  If you remember from my last blog, Animal (a pet name for my '98 Jeep Cherokee) didn't get a workout on the last fourteener expedition, but today was different!  This was an awesome Jeep trail complete with a nice river crossing.  I was a little worried about the river since I'd read a trip report on 14ers.com about a Jeep Commander getting stuck in the same spot.  I made sure to keep my speed up as I crossed, and we made it over, no problems.  Graham got a pic that I "photo-shopped" a little to re-live the event.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Jeep Crossing Castle Creek (Sep '08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOg-9JenG5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/3sBs0hKqqLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOg-9JenG5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/3sBs0hKqqLQ/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253518185564937106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can take this jeep trail all the way to 12,800', but the 14'er purest likes to hike at least 3000' of elevation to call it a complete climb.  If you look close, you can see somebody drove it all the way to the top and parked their truck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Castle Jeep Trail - Parking at 12,800' (Far Left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOg9kHRKjAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/V5UIvgahgvE/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOg9kHRKjAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/V5UIvgahgvE/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253516655963311106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In that spirit, we parked as close to 11k' as we could estimate (a GPS or altimeter would have been nice here) and hiked the rest of the way.  What a beautiful hike!  To top it off, somebody had placed a cross on one particular switchback around 12,000'.  What a great way to start a day of hiking - a reminder that God was with us and watching over our every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOg9j4ti7vI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h_Cm91SlWbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOg9j4ti7vI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h_Cm91SlWbQ/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253516652055817970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We made it to the end of the jeep trail (12.8k) and were faced with a decision:  continue directly into Montezuma Basin via the standard "Northeast Ridge Trail" or try the variation to the Northeast Ridge route.  The variation takes you directly up the ridge all the way from the 12.8k parking.  This piqued our interest as the terrain looked more challenging and guaranteed fewer crowds.  The variation is seen behind Graham in this picture.  Gerry Roach (author of Colorado's Fourteeners Guidebook) suggested staying south of the Buttress (the large rock seen just right of Graham's head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graham and the Northeast Ridge Variation Route&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0slS67mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/StM2P3VAh50/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0slS67mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/StM2P3VAh50/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253366168369688162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The route around the buttress was alot of fun!  It required several pitches of hand-over-hand scrambling with the snow making footing somewhat tricky in spots.  It was an exciting change from the standard, flat-trail hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matt on Castle Peak's Northeast Ridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0sXfjBnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/09UvxfKOvfw/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0sXfjBnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/09UvxfKOvfw/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253366164664551026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you make it to the intersection of where the variation and the standard route meet, you get a breathtaking view of Castle's summit and the saddle between Castle and Conundrum.  The rest of the trail from here to Castle's summit was both mine and Graham's favorite part of the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graham and Castle Peak in the Background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0sN3GAhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Lz0FCyV0jFc/s1600-h/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0sN3GAhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Lz0FCyV0jFc/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253366162078958098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle Peak (left) and the Ridge between Castle and Conundrum (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOhBVgft_RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vIHq1pK6mVo/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOhBVgft_RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vIHq1pK6mVo/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253520803083713810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We met some neat people on top of Castle, but it was starting to get frigid!  There were some snow flurries beginning and it was only 10:00!  The weather improved as we hiked from Castle to Conundrum, and we were encouraged that the clouds approaching from the west were relatively moisture-less and NOT building like a typical thunderhead.  We ate some lunch on top, swapped some stories with the other 4 or so people that were there, and started over to Conundrum.  The picture below was taken by an electrical engineer who lived in Evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graham and I on Top of Castle Peak (14,265')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0s0L9MsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nUL0jITvpl8/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0s0L9MsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nUL0jITvpl8/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253366172367008450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ridge over to Conundrum was a little tricky because a thin glaze of snow made the rocks very slippery.  The views were great to the west (you could see the Maroon Bells, Snowmass Mountain, Pyramid, and Capitol Peaks - all 14ers).  We hiked the majority of the ridge with the electrical engineer (I think his name was Shawn).  The traverse to Conundrum took us about 45 minutes.  The summit of Conundrum was fairly tiny compared to most but the view was, again - INCREDIBLE!  Being on the mountain top totally restores my soul - a Rocky Mountain "high" I don't get from anything else.  And being with my Brother makes it all the more awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graham on Conundrum Peak (14,060') with Castle Peak in the Background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0tXqeeEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ys2ImwF4wOM/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOe0tXqeeEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ys2ImwF4wOM/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253366181890259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two options for getting down off the peaks - one was to hike the ridge back to Castle Peak and descend via the route we came up.  The much more interesting option, though, was the one we opted for.  This involved hiking down to the low point of the saddle between the two peaks and descending a large snow field that drops you into the heart of Montezuma Basin.  Unfortunately, I didn't come prepared to glissade (a technique of dawning snow pants, and sliding down a snow slope - oodles of fun!)  This is best accomplished with waterproof pants (which I didn't have) and an ice axe for braking action (another tool I didn't have).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Snow Slope above Montezuma Basin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOhU7qScrII/AAAAAAAAAKg/UpeYg-mK_x0/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOhU7qScrII/AAAAAAAAAKg/UpeYg-mK_x0/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253542349268364418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's an amazing alpine lake in the middle of the basin that looks like it's collapsing from erosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Montezuma Basin Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOhSfPv477I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ewmAGjKrm5I/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOhSfPv477I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ewmAGjKrm5I/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253539662084501426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a fun hike/slide down the snow slope, we started walking around the outer perimeter of the lake.  This was when I got the next thrill of an already great day.  All of a sudden I collapsed up to my armpits in a snow hole!  What a blast!  I know...I wouldn't be saying the same thing if it had been 20 feet deep; but I definitely felt like more of a mountaineer after this day was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up to my Armpits in Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOf6fV1TANI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fe2gf5wD0V4/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOf6fV1TANI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fe2gf5wD0V4/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253442906694549714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this point we descended another large snow slope which spit us back out at the 12,800' parking area.  We hiked the jeep trail the rest of the way to our car at 11k' and called it a day.  I must say that the one disappointment of the day was the jeep trail hike back down.  Because you can drive up so far, alot of non-hiking types were tearing up and down the trail with their four-wheelers, motorcycles, and 4-wheel drive vehicles.  It sort-of ruined the serenity of it all - having to listen to the obnoxious noise and breathe the nasty exhaust.  Yeah, I'm sure it's fun if you're the one riding, but have a little consideration for the peace of the high country, huh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were off the mountain, we found a little pub in downtown Carbondale and chowed down some Nachos and beer - a pretty tasty combo after a long day of hiking, don't ya think?  We drove McClure Pass back over to Delta and then on to Montrose where we met our families for a deli dinner.  What a day!  Thanks God!  And thanks Graham for the camaraderie!  This year's 14'er window has pretty much closed, but I can't wait for next summer when we can do it all again on another undiscovered peak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMING SOON:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27-28 Sept, Zion National Park, Camping Expedition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-4454481623619130461?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/4454481623619130461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=4454481623619130461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/4454481623619130461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/4454481623619130461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/10/castle-peak-conundrum-peak-hike.html' title='Castle Peak / Conundrum Peak Hike (#18 and #19)'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SOg-9JenG5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/3sBs0hKqqLQ/s72-c/IMG_0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-2635087944918995224</id><published>2008-09-24T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:34:44.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Shavano / Tabequache Peak Hike (#16 and #17)</title><content type='html'>What a summer!  I'm not sure I've EVER climbed 4 Colorado 14'ers in one summer, but God was gracious and allowed me to do just that this year.  What an awesome time I had exploring the high country with my friends and family.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry if I bore you, but this blog is a perfect opportunity for me to chronicle my 14'er expeditions so that I can reflect on them for years to come and maybe pass down some tricks-of-the-trail for the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad, brother-in-law Graham, and I jumped out of bed (OK...sort of rolled-out) at 0300 on September 6th and drove to an intersection just east of Monarch pass where we met up with Graham's old friend, Ray Cameron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Stalwart Crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SNqjH-1x2nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-8EVGLPcNIs/s320/Shav:Tab+Crew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249687673176709746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our goal? - climb Mt. Shavano and Tabeguache Peak, 14'ers located at the south end of the Sawatch range in central Colorado.  The road that led from the main highway to the trailhead (Angel of Shavano) was paved and short.  I was sort-of hoping to give my Jeep Cherokee a workout, but alas...it wasn't meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just mention that I noticed a lot of spiritual parallels from this hike, one main lesson in particular:  Many people muddle around in life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; God because they work from the wrong assumptions (i.e. people are basically good by nature, we all evolved from single cell organisms, etc.).  If you don't start with the right assumptions - the TRUTH  (we are created by God, for God, sinful from birth, in need of forgiveness and redemption - everything the Bible teaches), nothing will ever make sense in life.  Well the same applies to hiking!  If you start at the wrong trailhead, none of the topo and trail maps make a lot of sense!  And you'll spend a lot of time trying to figure out why you're not gaining any ground in life. Yes, we missed the trailhead from the very get-go.  The trail we intended to take was a seasonal route up the face of Mt. Shavano that resembles an angel with arms uplifted - that is, if there's snow on the ground.  No snow yet in September, so we missed the whole thing. We spent an extra hour thinking we were on the right trail when we were really just on the Colorado Trail - which is beautiful, don't get me wrong!  Aspen forests like this are my idea of heaven-on-earth, along with the mountain-top experiences.  And the mountain-top called us ever onward and upward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lowland Trek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SNqekwvERAI/AAAAAAAAAII/5oqNSzj69sI/s320/IMG_0229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249682670048527362" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we finally started up a marked trail (it turned out to be the Blank Gulch Trailhead) the elevation started to rise markedly.  The Blank Gulch TH starts at 9,800'.  Let me say that I really hand it to my dad for sticking this whole hike out.  As you can see from the picture below he started losing some steam before we got to treeline (He still had a sense of humor at this point, which really meant he wasn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; tired yet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not Even to Treeline Yet, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SNtUpkU5QcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/YlZP7bvCspo/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SNtUpkU5QcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/YlZP7bvCspo/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249882863733129666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once we reached timberline, it was a beautiful, vista-filled hike along the SE face of Shavano to a saddle at 13,330'.  We were a little wary of reaching this point in our ascent since several parties had already turned around before reaching the summit and reported that the winds from the saddle up to the peak were "gale-force" and "too strong to contend with."  We figured that arriving a little later may have given the winds a chance to calm down a bit.  We also prayed for a break in the gusts.  Again - God was good and gave us a slight reprieve upon reaching the saddle.  The winds were still howling, but nothing we couldn't handle for the short term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ray and the 13,330' Saddle between Shavano and Espirit Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SNvwr2urRbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LQ5qHxFXmrI/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SNvwr2urRbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LQ5qHxFXmrI/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250054426846774706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shortly after reaching the saddle, we realized that if we wanted a chance to summit the second peak (Tabeguache) and make it back down before nightfall, we would have to go ahead of dad, summit Shavano, and race over to Tabeguache (this required hiking BACK OVER Shavano after Tabeguache, in order to take the trail back down).  We gave dad a cell phone and let him work the last 900' at his own pace.  He did GREAT, as we found out later...took it step by step, and made it to the top like a real pro.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graham and Matt on Mt. Shavano (14,229')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SNqfn-zp-VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Td2XHgOT0GA/s320/IMG_0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249683824877107538" border="0" /&gt;After a couple-hundred yards enroute to Tabegauche, Ray started getting a headache and feeling light-headed.  He wisely decided to abort the second peak and hike back to Shavano where my dad would be waiting.  We told them to start hiking back down the mountain together, and that Graham and I would meet up with them after we summited Tabeguache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took Graham and I about 1 hour to make it over to Tabegauche.  The hike was fairly easy except for the opportunity for sprained ankles.  The trail in between the two peaks involved a lot of jumping from large-boulder to large-boulder.  Below is a pic of Graham and I on Tabeguache with Shavano in the background (looking SE).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graham and Matt on Tabeguache Pk. (14,155')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SNqhBCjyctI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7XVplYQtaOk/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249685354892653266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After traversing the 13,700' saddle again between Tabegauche and Shavano, we summited Shavano a 2nd time before the descent.  By this point we were getting tired and wanted to meet back up with the other guys.  We were receiving text messages from Ray informing us where they were and that they were OK - good news!  Finally about 1 mile before we reached the car, we intercepted Ray and my dad.  They looked about as beat as we felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We finally made it back to the vehicles where we had one more good laugh about our bad mountaineering from the start, and then parted ways with Ray.  Graham and I had been dreaming about a nice cold beer and some grub in Gunnison before we headed back to Montrose.  We found a nice little hole-in-the-wall restaurant in downtown Gunnison and had our fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graham couldn't finish his beer - he must have been tired!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-2635087944918995224?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/2635087944918995224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=2635087944918995224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/2635087944918995224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/2635087944918995224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Mt. Shavano / Tabequache Peak Hike (#16 and #17)'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SNqjH-1x2nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-8EVGLPcNIs/s72-c/Shav:Tab+Crew.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-5895963965471313859</id><published>2008-09-11T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:37:38.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't give me some BUGGY, EASTERN forest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I belong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMn-URt-khI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FDjWpt6eZuU/s1600-h/aspenboles5eea2r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMn-URt-khI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FDjWpt6eZuU/s320/aspenboles5eea2r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245002865356739090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I belong on the mountaintop with my Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMn-y-OvExI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wUytwkbWZ1Y/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMn-y-OvExI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wUytwkbWZ1Y/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245003392701371154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here...in the solitude of a 13000', alpine meadow by myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMn_ezU7mHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zXLYjFBJvAI/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMn_ezU7mHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zXLYjFBJvAI/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245004145688811634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here with my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMoABtjpw7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ohhI_KUmznE/s1600-h/IMG_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMoABtjpw7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ohhI_KUmznE/s320/IMG_1046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245004745435366322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You ask me who I am?  This is about as close as I'll get to answering that question.  Let me add the MOST important part -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMoBOPhag_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/g-443UoMyGM/s1600-h/z4442369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMoBOPhag_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/g-443UoMyGM/s320/z4442369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245006060222841842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-5895963965471313859?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/5895963965471313859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=5895963965471313859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/5895963965471313859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/5895963965471313859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-i-belong.html' title='Where I Belong'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SMn-URt-khI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FDjWpt6eZuU/s72-c/aspenboles5eea2r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-3916068398982700178</id><published>2008-08-23T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:43:55.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Boots are Made for Hikin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SLCN4d0T5NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-bzFmNDjUTI/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SLCN4d0T5NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-bzFmNDjUTI/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237842367848113362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and that's just what they'll do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really excited about our trip to Colorado starting Labor Day weekend.  My brother-in-law and I made plans to explore another '14er in the Colorado wilderness while I'm there.  For those of you who aren't familiar with the term, "14ers" refer to Colorado's mountain peaks that exceed a 14'000 ft elevation.  There are around 54 of them in the state (can't remember the exact number) and the experience  of God's beauty, the physical exertion, the whole package, make it a hobby that I can't get enough of...OK maybe my 32 yr old body needs a few days rest in between the hikes.  It's been too long since I hiked my last 14er, and the Nevada desert has got me thirstin' for another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent my birthday money at REI on this pair of hiking boots. Thank you everyone!! They are SO much better than my old ones - they fit better and weigh less.  I'm convinced that my old ones were designed for hiking from Alaska to San Diego with a 50 lb pack on my back - much more shoe than I needed for a short day hike.  As you can see, they are Asolo, which was the same brand as my last pair.  They're great quality boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I remember being so excited about boots was the summer before I started the Air Force Academy.  I wore them everywhere (even hiked them down into the Black Canyon with Paul Sigafus) so that I could break them in before the next four, long, wearisome years began.  VERY long, VERY wearisome years....ANYWAY, my intent is to do the same with these boots in the next two weeks before they take their maiden 14er voyage!  I wonder what my boss would say if I wore them to work with khakis - I already talked him into a goatee!  Maybe I shouldn't push my luck, huh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham...which peak are we going to hike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-3916068398982700178?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/3916068398982700178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=3916068398982700178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/3916068398982700178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/3916068398982700178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-boots-are-made-for-hikin.html' title='These Boots are Made for Hikin&apos;...'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SLCN4d0T5NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-bzFmNDjUTI/s72-c/IMG_1256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-8422322869784130093</id><published>2008-08-16T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:00:47.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In a Name?</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time since I've posted on here, but I'm excited to have a chance to sit and reflect on the last couple months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pass up this opportunity to share a story with you.   At the end of July, I traveled to southwest Iowa to attend a funeral for my Grand-Uncle...is that the right terminology for my Grandpa's brother?  Anyway...it was a wonderful time of fellowship with some family members that I hadn't seen in eons, and it was a wonderful celebration of Uncle Carl's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes along the road of mourning and sadness, God gives us little bits of humor in places we least expect.  The sleepy little hollow of Hamburg, Iowa (not so sleepy anymore for reasons not mentioned here) was one such place during this trip.  We were driving into Hamburg (population 1,240) on the last day of our trip when a particular restaurant caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SKept3s0tOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k24eqIq1Wls/s1600-h/misc08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SKept3s0tOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k24eqIq1Wls/s320/misc08+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235339697352652002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep...that's right.  "Ye Ole Yack-N-Snack."  Now most people probably identify the word "yack" with talking alot, but I came from an upbringing where the word had a double meaning.  Not to turn the blog sour, but when I was a kid we had a dog named Dagwood.  In our family, the word "yack" referred to Dagwood's action of vomiting after eating something digestively challenging.  With that in mind, you can see how I got quite a chuckle from the name of the joint.  Needless to say, I wasn't tempted to eat there : )  Maybe an even better name would have been "Ye Ole' Snack-N-Yack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to park across the street from the restaurant at an old-fashion, soda-fountain drug store.  I love drug stores that hold onto this tradition - especially Jay Drug in Shenandoah, IA.  As we were heading in to order up a cold treat, I noticed the name of the drug store...Remember, this is right across the street from the Yack Shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SKes5kHABtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CAX1262s8vY/s1600-h/misc08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SKes5kHABtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CAX1262s8vY/s320/misc08+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235343196787050194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless my Grandma who was with us, but we had to explain the humor of the name to her.  I guess it's a sign of our times, huh!?  I'm sure this drug store has been in business in Hamburg for a long time, but never had I taken notice of it, or the irony of it's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to hand it to Hamburg, IA for creativity - whether it was intentional or not on their part.  I sure got a good laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-8422322869784130093?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/8422322869784130093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=8422322869784130093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/8422322869784130093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/8422322869784130093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In a Name?'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SKept3s0tOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k24eqIq1Wls/s72-c/misc08+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-8269130895811065705</id><published>2008-06-04T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:22:31.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce Canyon or Bust!</title><content type='html'>I had a hankerin' for campin' last weekend.  I'd read on Paul Parsons' blogsite that Utah's Bryce Canyon was one of his favorite Western hiking locales.  I had to check it out.  After rounding-up a posse from our home church (a subject for a later blog), we headed out in search of the famous "hoodoos."  Yep...you heard me right - hoodoos.  Where the National Park Service came up with this name, I don't know.  It refers to the natural rock formations that we spent the weekend hiking around which continually point and give glory to the One who formed them - amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdwVvXTdOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GsX3mBCafjQ/s1600-h/Bryce+Canyon+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdwVvXTdOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GsX3mBCafjQ/s320/Bryce+Canyon+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208255012871042274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Band of Brothers" from left to right:  Alexander, Myself, Neal (my Co-worker and roommate in Iraq), and Triston (all guys from our home church).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdw6BW1YwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t5uhTQDbwvo/s1600-h/Bryce+Canyon+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdw6BW1YwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t5uhTQDbwvo/s320/Bryce+Canyon+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208255636176200450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our humble campsite - it doesn't get much better than steaks right off the camp grill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdxsnjkaRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QC6_o3_lOvg/s1600-h/Bryce+Canyon+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdxsnjkaRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QC6_o3_lOvg/s320/Bryce+Canyon+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208256505423620370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an AWESOME time worshiping together Sunday morning and even had a fellow worshiper (a Stellar's Jay) join us for some Bible reading and praise music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdyc_D9O8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/X6tCYOPOsCE/s1600-h/Bryce+Canyon+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdyc_D9O8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/X6tCYOPOsCE/s320/Bryce+Canyon+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208257336367201218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdy6VdebjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bdXs0fuhklc/s1600-h/Bryce+Canyon+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdy6VdebjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bdXs0fuhklc/s320/Bryce+Canyon+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208257840596020786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alexander, Myself, and Neal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One thing I ask of the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;this is what I seek:&lt;br /&gt;that I may dwell in the house of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;all the days of my life,&lt;br /&gt;to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and to seek him in His temple.&lt;br /&gt;For in the day of trouble&lt;br /&gt;he will keep me safe in His dwelling;&lt;br /&gt;He will hide me in the shelter of His tabernacle&lt;br /&gt;and set me high upon a rock."          - Psalm 27:4-5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-8269130895811065705?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/8269130895811065705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=8269130895811065705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/8269130895811065705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/8269130895811065705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/06/bryce-canyon-or-bust.html' title='Bryce Canyon or Bust!'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SEdwVvXTdOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GsX3mBCafjQ/s72-c/Bryce+Canyon+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-5973175968723685549</id><published>2008-04-29T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:14:28.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A World Without Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***  ATTENTION ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF YOU OR A FRIEND ARE DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER, YOU NEED TO READ THIS BOOK BEFORE STARTING CHEMOTHERAPY OR RADIATION TREATMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SBd7P8iHhFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cuIPjUydGRE/s1600-h/world+without+cancer+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SBd7P8iHhFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cuIPjUydGRE/s320/world+without+cancer+cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194756209072637010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm almost finished with a book that has completely turned my world upside-down!  It's called "A World Without Cancer."  Written by a terrific research author named G. Edward Griffin, the book analyzes Vitamin B17, otherwise known as Laetrile.  A short summary would almost do the book injustice, but all I can say is that it's a MUST READ for everyone in our culture!  Griffin shows among other things that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) cancer is a result of a vitamin deficiency , Vitamin B17, and a poor diet in general - similar to scurvy and a lack of Vitamin C, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2)  the treatment of cancer patients with Laetrile has proven to be far more successful than any chemo / radiation treatment, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3) numerous lab tests of Laetrile in the 60's and 70's were covered-up by big business cancer institutes and even the FDA itself (this sounds like something out of "This Present Darkness" or something!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately, our country has made Laetrile illegal, calling it too toxic; but doctors in Europe, Mexico, and other countries administer it and laud it for its outstanding track record of killing cancer cells.  The book talks about the politics that led our country to eventually banning it and our public's complete lack of knowledge concerning this natural remedy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You've got to read this book!  If you don't want to spend the money to buy the book, let me know and I'll gladly get it for you as a gift - this is revolutionary!  Online searches for "Laetrile" or "Vitamin B17" will yield a plethora of great results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-5973175968723685549?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/5973175968723685549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=5973175968723685549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/5973175968723685549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/5973175968723685549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-without-cancer.html' title='A World Without Cancer'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/SBd7P8iHhFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cuIPjUydGRE/s72-c/world+without+cancer+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-2195711506674911356</id><published>2008-03-09T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:39:59.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's Unfortunate Morph</title><content type='html'>After reading my sister's last blog, I thought it would be fun to try this trendy website that accesses some computer database and tells me which superstar I most resemble.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know that the results would be such as they were.  After I found my courage again, I tried a couple more pictures:  suffice it to say that out of 3 total attempts, I got turned into a girl on two of them and into Vince Vaughn on the last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To quote her Wikipedia biography:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She stated in People magazine that she lost her virginity at the age of 14," and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She was featured in ads for Bongo jeans, and has appeared in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventeen, Teen People, Teen Vogue, Rolling Stone, Blender, and GQ.  &lt;/span&gt;In 2006, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maxim &lt;/span&gt;named her #23 on its annual 'HOT 100' List."   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Just thought you'd like to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/o9yv30_074303cdf64d74tqfwde30" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"&gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"&gt;Celeb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDUxMDQ4MzY1NzAmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD1tb3JwaCZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-2195711506674911356?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/2195711506674911356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=2195711506674911356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/2195711506674911356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/2195711506674911356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/03/matts-unfortunate-morph.html' title='Matt&apos;s Unfortunate Morph'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-6766653381966661958</id><published>2008-03-02T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:04:23.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In a Song?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever listened to any songs from Andrew Peterson, an emergent Christian singer/songwriter?  If you haven't, you NEED TO!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're a fan of downloading singles from iTunes, like me, I suggest starting out with his song, "For the Love of God," from the "Far Country" album.  To me, this song is SO beautiful with its mellow harmony of guitars and its simple message of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite line is toward the end when it says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now love is not a feeling in your chest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is bending down to wash another's feet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is faithful when the sun is in the West,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can hurt you as it holds you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In it's overwhelming flood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till only the unshakeable is left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new command I give you, He said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love as I have loved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Brother love her better than yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And give her your heart....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the love of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the name of Jesus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Groom who gave His life to love His Bride."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you think of any more beautiful lyrics??  This about does it for me every time I hear it...tears, I mean.  I admit that I fall way short of loving Becky the way I'm called to love her.  How often have I come home from work and not shown her or my daughters the kind of selfless love that "bends down to wash their feet," or lend a helping hand.  I have a long way to go, and I pray that God will help me grow in the way I show selfless love to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faithful&lt;/span&gt; love in my life, 3 people immediately come to mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  My parents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  Rebecca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Jesus' love is perfect.  He is the Groom that loved so deeply that He died for you and me.  Even while we were His enemies, He died for us!  Thank God that we who believe are called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His Bride&lt;/span&gt;, soon to be presented spotless and white before Him for all eternity...an eternity of perfect love and communion with the One who knows us better than we know ourselves - the Lover of our souls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-6766653381966661958?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/6766653381966661958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=6766653381966661958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/6766653381966661958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/6766653381966661958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-in-song.html' title='What&apos;s In a Song?'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-4540919673657299527</id><published>2008-02-19T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:20:51.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mammoth-Sized Adventure</title><content type='html'>Let me admit that Vegas has disappointed me when it comes to skiing and fly-fishing.  I admit with Paul Parsons that I am a spoiled Western Coloradoan - having grow up within one hour of Telluride - one of the best resorts our country has to offer.  So when people invite me to ski a local, one-run resort...or go 3 hours to a rinky-dink Utah resort (Brianhead), my spoiled, Colorado upbringing emerges.  In fact, I've steered clear of both of these slopes.  The closest resort that can hold a candle to Telluride is Mammoth in Eastern CA.  It's about a 4.5 hour drive from Vegas...but the flight time, of course, is much shorter.  I'm blessed to know a couple guys who are not only great friends, but are very active skiers and flying club members.  Yesterday, I was invited to fly with my friends, "Chili" (Jim) and Jeremy, to Mammoth Mountain for a day of fun-in-the-snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7skVBkFmFI/AAAAAAAAADE/M7wTm1JuLqo/s1600-h/DSC03174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7skVBkFmFI/AAAAAAAAADE/M7wTm1JuLqo/s320/DSC03174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168764940953426002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is, hands-down, the way to do skiing!  We took off from Vegas by 0630 and were on the slopes shortly after the mountain opened.  Mammoth is a great mountain with some buena vistas.  Yesterday was SO BEAUTIFUL!...and because it was so warm, I actually took my fleece off underneath my shell.  Here we are at the top of the mountain, ready for the third run of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7skHhkFmEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SvKE67nwxek/s1600-h/DSC03173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7skHhkFmEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SvKE67nwxek/s320/DSC03173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168764709025192002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm convicted that I have not lived up to the name of this blog with any of my posts yet, so in the interest of time, after a terrific day of skiing, we took a taxi back to the airport and launched off to the SE to arrive back in Vegas by 5:30 yesterday evening - enough time to read a couple books to my girls and help get them ready for bed.  It was an awesome day - not one I plan on doing very often as aviation gas and airplane rental fees get very costly (California lift tickets ain't cheap either). On our way home, I was content to leave my interest for flying behind and collapse in the back seat of the Cherokee Six airplane to rest my weary back and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7snxRkFmGI/AAAAAAAAADM/JupfL7txZSw/s1600-h/DSC03168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7snxRkFmGI/AAAAAAAAADM/JupfL7txZSw/s320/DSC03168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168768724819613794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I  didn't think 31 was supposed to feel this old!  Regardless, I can't wait for my next Mammoth-sized day adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-4540919673657299527?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/4540919673657299527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=4540919673657299527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/4540919673657299527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/4540919673657299527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/02/mammoth-sized-adventure.html' title='A Mammoth-Sized Adventure'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7skVBkFmFI/AAAAAAAAADE/M7wTm1JuLqo/s72-c/DSC03174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-3543047049039277260</id><published>2008-02-15T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:32:59.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time "Flies" By...</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I've recently become reminiscent of my Air Force aviation history, but I think it's because it was a stage of my life that I've now left behind.  Being a pilot was a childhood dream of mine that God allowed me to realize.  Looking back on all those blessings gives me a certain satisfaction - but at the same time I'm glad to be where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first trainer that I started out flying in pilot training - Enid, OK...(beautiful wheat-fields):  the T-37 Tweet.  I had a great time doing acrobatics in this amazing airplane.  You sat side-by-side with your instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7ZtYBkFl6I/AAAAAAAAABc/zlFvpK30xYI/s1600-h/trainers_t37_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7ZtYBkFl6I/AAAAAAAAABc/zlFvpK30xYI/s320/trainers_t37_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167437881958307746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next wild ride was the T-38 "Talon."  This thing moved fast!  My first (and last) experience in supersonic flight.  These types of airplanes, and the personalities it attracted, were a little too "fast-paced" for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7ZwURkFl8I/AAAAAAAAABw/Di4WQtK5xBw/s1600-h/trainers_t38_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7ZwURkFl8I/AAAAAAAAABw/Di4WQtK5xBw/s320/trainers_t38_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167441116068681666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lord in His sovereignty sent me to something a little more my pace - the B-52 "Buff."  Let me just say right off that this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manly-Man's airplane&lt;/span&gt;.  Just imagine 8 jet engines all at your command in one single arm movement.  I wouldn't call it a "rush," but it was definitely a recognition that you were flying something that, at the push of a button, could dramatically change world history.  I was sitting in the cockpit of one of these at Barksdale AFB, LA on the morning of Sept 11th, 2001.  My interest was piqued when I heard the call over Barksdale's Tower frequency that, "Air Force 1, request to land, Runway 15," and saw the huge, blue and white Presidential shuttle land right next to us.  President Bush gave a press conference there shortly after the morning attacks on the World Trade Center - what an amazing happenstance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7ZzmBkFl9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FnCM8NKCdvQ/s1600-h/bombers_b52_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7ZzmBkFl9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FnCM8NKCdvQ/s320/bombers_b52_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167444719546243026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The B-52 had its own weariness (as does everything else); and God, once again, in His intimate knowledge of who He created me to be, ordained that I fly the world's most successful and well-known Unmanned Aerial Vehicle - the MQ-1 "Predator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7bz5xkFmAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ja9E7awlxN8/s1600-h/Predator2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7bz5xkFmAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ja9E7awlxN8/s320/Predator2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167585796337014786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an adventure this has been!  Not only does it carry it's own arsenal of 2 Hellfire missiles, but you can fly it from half-way around the world!  It scares me to think about the inventions our country is testing without the public's knowledge.  I have to say that I love this $4 million experiment.  $3.5M is wrapped up in the cameras alone! - all contained in the little "ball" hanging below the nose of the airplane.  The rest of the structure really doesn't cost that much - it only boasts a snowmobile size engine and fairly flimsy landing gear.  But it sure has made a huge impact on the way the military views the future of aviation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in Vegas, teaching pilots how to fly this bite-size piece of aviation history.  It's neat to reflect on where God has taken me (us), and what He's got in store for our future.  I'm not sure the teaching gig can be a long-term thing for me, though - I can't stand hearing myself talk for hours on end - or even minutes for that matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-3543047049039277260?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/3543047049039277260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=3543047049039277260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/3543047049039277260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/3543047049039277260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-flies-by.html' title='How Time &quot;Flies&quot; By...'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7ZtYBkFl6I/AAAAAAAAABc/zlFvpK30xYI/s72-c/trainers_t37_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282854290923466502.post-3687375556119214678</id><published>2008-02-14T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:09:30.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhh, my first blog...I guess I've finally made it into the 21st century, huh?!  When I inform my friends that I still don't own my own personal cell phone (Becky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;carries one but I just don't see the need for a second "line"), I receive astonished gasps and ridicule.  I sort-of take pride in this.  I feel like an outlaw in the modern world - pleased with the fact that I can't be contacted 24 hours-a-day, 7 days-a-week.  As selfish as it may sound, I enjoy time to myself every so often.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that any parent feels the same way on a regular basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a quick update to those who haven't heard of my latest career move, I recently got out of the military and started my life as a "real-boy" again - as a civilian!  I'll tell you that it's a wonderful sense of freedom that I haven't had for over a decade.  I'm working as a government contractor doing the same job I had been doing in the Air Force - instructing new Predator pilots...exploring the joys and disappoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ments of the unmanned aircraft world.  I was really missing being in the wild, blue expanse myself, so I opted to join a local flying club here in Vegas about a year ago.  My grea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;test flying joy to date has been with the club when I flew a single-engine Cessna from Vegas to Montrose with a stop for gas in Page, AZ.  On the climbout Eastbound from Page, I had an opportunity to take a few aerial shots of Lake Powell - isn't the emerald green water incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UaPRkFl0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/qxUk2yi4qKs/s1600-h/DSC02894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UaPRkFl0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/qxUk2yi4qKs/s320/DSC02894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167064997192636226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ty, it makes me really miss our summer trips to Powell!  Can you say "future DHD get-together?"  Anyway, I climbed to 11,500 as I made my way over the amazing rock formations of NE Arizona/New Mexico, turned north to pass over Nucla, and finally eeked my way over Uncompahgre Plateau before I found myself descending in a spiral over my parents' house in Montrose.  Watch out below!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UZohkFlzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JzK3CyZdbPA/s1600-h/DSC02899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UZohkFlzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JzK3CyZdbPA/s320/DSC02899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167064331472705330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to understand that flying an assortment of Air Force aircraft has been fun, but as the pilot driving the taxpayers' money around, the government has a way of taking quite a bit of the fun out of the whole experience.  It's all about accomplishing the checklist and getting bombs/missiles on target - not on enjoying the manifest beauty of God all around.  Flying by yourself in a light aircraft has a whole different flavor to it - it's only you and the big, blue sky...and the decisions you make are your own.  With the engine noise and the incredible vistas all around, it makes me marvel at God's goodness, His beauty, and the blessings He has poured out upon me in my lifetime - blessings I don't deserve.  Needless to say, I landed safely in Montrose where I had an awesome time with family, and I got to celebrate my niece's 1st birthday in Grand Junction.  Hands down...the most rewarding mission I've ever flown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6282854290923466502-3687375556119214678?l=inhispresence2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/feeds/3687375556119214678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282854290923466502&amp;postID=3687375556119214678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/3687375556119214678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282854290923466502/posts/default/3687375556119214678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inhispresence2.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahhhh-my-first-blog.html' title='Let&apos;s Blog!'/><author><name>In His Presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176757748454846121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UpYBkFl5I/AAAAAAAAABU/arjtPXB0Gfg/S220/100_4024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AHTq7jVupo/R7UaPRkFl0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/qxUk2yi4qKs/s72-c/DSC02894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
