Trial and Error

Hello!

Kevin Jones here. New to the blogoshpere. Don't know how diligent I'll be with this, but you never know until you try!

I have many great stories that travel thru my mind. Never have been any good at putting them on paper. Like yesterday.

I was on my dirt bike on the mountain above my house. Around 6,000 feet in elevation at the time. Another 1,000 or so to the summit. On a trail that begs one to wonder how it was made and by whom. Impossibly steep for what seemed like too long. First a deep, loose sand, then forbidding and inhospitable rocks. Rocks, rocks and more rocks. Miserable rocks!

Onward I climbed. Until I was in the "bowl" that I have dreamed of visiting from lower ground. Up on the north face, in the snow. Wondering what it must be like up there at night. Night after night. In the quiet. What creatures dwell up here? Have Indians ever lived here or stayed here while passing thru on a journey or a hunt of some kind. Wishing I had my wife with me to share the place. Knowing that she could not make the trek, at least not this day. Over the rocks. Rocks, rocks and more rocks!

Grateful for the high level of riding skill I posses. Able to see a place that few humans have or ever will see. I spied a perfect Christmas tree! Never will it be taken!

Turning around on the instruction from the little voice. A wise voice. Happy that it wasn't the nervous, anxious voice that I have been beholdant too for too long in my life. A personal conquest times two! The successful climb into a quiet place and the wise voice louder now than the nervous presence has always been.

Home for dinner. Celebrate a Birth. A boy, 16 years young. Friends over for a hamburger cooked too long and burnt. Remembering the moment spent up on the mountain. Stopping for a while to listen to the nothing. Taking a deep breath of the air to imprint the time into my mind. Not taking it for granted that I will ever return and validating the unique moment in time.

Kevin