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Going Over the Edge for Reno County’s United Way

There I was dangling from a rope. My feet had lost their footing for a second, and adrenaline pumped through my system as I tried my best to get them back to the stone wall. The sound of music and voice of Lisa Gleason, Executive Director of the United Way of Reno County, echoed from down below on Main Street while the shade of the First National Bank building protected me from the sweltering late afternoon summer heat. It was my first time to rappel, and I could not think of a better place to do it than from off one of the tallest buildings in Downtown Hutchinson. Still, the thought of how I ended up where I was kept running through my mind.

I first learned about the idea of United Way of Reno County’s Over the Edge last August when I was picking up t-shirts for my honors students who were taking part in our annual clean up of Carey Park for the United Way’s Day of Service. Tona Turner, the former executive director, asked me my thoughts of a fundraiser that involved people like me rappelling off the First National Bank building on at the next summer’s Third Thursday. As she described the event to me, thoughts of previous events throughout Downtown’s history ran through my mind. There was, of course, Spot the horse and his rider on top of the Wiley Building in 1941 as well as all sorts of other images and memories of events that have taken place on Main Street both in my life and before.

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Without a doubt, I could see what Tona described as becoming a part of Hutch’s history. The First National Bank of Hutchinson alone has played a large role in the history of both the city of Hutchinson and my life. For Hutchinson itself, First National Bank came to that location back in 1876. It transformed into Hutchinson’s first skyscraper in 1911 based upon designs by Daniel Burnham, the same Chicago architect who designed New York City’s Flatiron Building and Washington, D.C.’s Union Station, and many other iconic buildings throughout the country. The building was then expanded in 1957 and again in 1972-1974 to its current state.

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It was this building that grabbed my attention when I first moved here back in 2007 and was looking for a local bank. It was also here I spent a summer as an intern for the Hutchinson Community Foundation when I cleaned their storage room to transform it into my summer office where I would arrive each morning to look out their fifth-floor windows towards the east side of Main Street and all of the land beyond, including the grain elevator that once had the claim of fame of being the world’s longest (it’s second now). A few years later, I then began spending many more hours on that floor as a board member for that same amazing organization and eventually the chair of their grants committee. Plus, there were many memories of breakfasts and lunches at Downtown Sampler, the tasty restaurant on the second floor, and then there were the times meeting John on top of the parking garage to bring him something or another when he was working evenings there when he was going back to school. Plus, it is on Main Street, and to say I have a great love for Downtown Hutchinson would be an understatement.

On top of the location, the event also had the pull of being a fundraiser for the United Way of Reno County, which has changed the lives of so many through the money they raise during their annual campaign that goes to support many of the fantastic non-profits here in the area including Big Brothers Big Sisters of Reno County, Boys & Girls Club, Hospice of Reno County, Interfaith Housing Services, New Beginnings, Salvation Army, Sexual Assault/Domestic Violence Center, The Volunteer Center of Reno County, and many more working hard to improve living conditions for our local population. Then they also have greatly helped with early childhood education here in the community too, something that is very dear to my heart, and have partnered with Hutchinson Recreation Commission, Reno County Health Department, and the City of Hutchinson with the Southwest Bricktown Neighborhood Initiative which has led to many wonderful things as well.

So thanks to the history of the building, the great work the United Way does, and my New Year’s Resolution #1 for this year to live a better story, I couldn’t resist signing up back in February to be one of the people to rappel down the side of the building. Each person though was to meet a financial goal of $1000 in order to go over the edge of the First National Bank building. This is where once again I was reminded I am horrible at fundraising. I would craft Facebook posts and emails to share with others, but then not hit either the submit or send button at the last moment. I was going to write a blog post back in March about the upcoming event, but well, you can see that didn’t happen. My plan, though, was to fund, as I tend to try to do with fundraisers, most of it myself, but a $1600 vet bill for Callie in April and another extremely large sum of money for summer graduate courses led to that plan failing too. By the end of May, I had given up on reaching the goal and getting a chance to be part of this piece of Hutchinson history.

However, the kind hearts of those at the United Way decided to let those who had signed up but had not reach the financial goal still rappel and let us still try to raise money throughout the rest of the month of June (if you would like to donate, please do so by going here) as well as have us be able to talk about the amazing experience that it was so even more people will want to sign up the next time they do this. When I received this email on Tuesday, I was thrilled to say the least, and soon I had one of the last scheduled times so I wouldn’t miss out on meeting with new honors students at the Enrollment Day at work.

After changing out my dress shoes into hiking boots (I figured they had the best traction out of anything I owned), I drove quickly downtown yesterday afternoon still wearing a pair of dress pants and my standard white button-up shirt (the tie and jacket were left behind though) to experience something new. Throughout the day, I had caught a few pics, videos, and Snapchats of some of my other friends going down the building, and with each, I became both a little more excited and a little more nervous. I won’t lie and say there was not a brief moment of hesitation when I climbed out of my car and saw the building before me. Stopping for a second, I looked up at its top, took in a huge breath, told myself all will be well, and then walked forward to find the always amazing and wonderful Bailey to capture a few shots of my rappel on the camera I had brought. Then it was to the Downtown Sampler area on the second floor to get geared up before going to the top of the building.

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My group that traveled to the roof together.

My arrival was at the same time as a few others as well, and we chatted as we were decked out in our harnesses and gloves with everything being checked time and again. Then a friendly face of a friend of mine, Adam, greeted us in the hallway to take us up to the roof where we went through a thorough training session to go over the gear and how to rappel down the side of a building. I tried to pay as much attention as possible to the lever that would ease us down and all of the safety mechanisms as my mind raced in many different directions especially towards the recurring thought of what if I am the first one that day to get stuck going down and would need to be saved somehow. Then afterwards, it was waiting for our turn to go. Jon, another guy getting ready to go through this experience, and I took in the sights from the top of the building. The sky was unbelievable clear as we looked out upon the tree-filled city we call home. To say the view was stunning would be an understatement. I took in another deep breath and then went towards my destination.

The first step is a doozy was what I was told earlier, and as I stood there on the ledge, I could easily see why. Here were these two ropes that were keeping me from fall seven stories to the land below. I made small talk with the guy helping me take that first step, which I may or may not have been delaying. He was from Chattanooga and was very nice. I smiled at my friends, Cory, Chelsea, and Adam, who were also on top of the building and then took that doozy of a step.

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The first step

The feeling was indescribable. It was this sort of mix of fear, excitement, happiness, and awe with each step I took down the side of the building. I could hear Lisa down below being a fantastic emcee as she talked about different things I had done in the community while getting the crowd to cheer me on. I could see so much as my eyes would shift from the wall in front of me where I tried to slowly take each step to the world around me. The windows on both sides of me were the biggest surprise, for they provided this great reflection of the city of Hutchinson. I was also trying to count each floor so I could stop and wave at my Hutchinson Community Foundation friends (It turns out I waved tons at the sixth floor instead of the fifth though). Even when I would lose my footing, it would only be for a second as my thoughts went right back to the detailed training Mike had shared with us. Mainly, though, I was smiling because it was an experience like nothing I had ever had before and may never have again.


Although it seemed like it took me quite some time to get down, I had made it back to the second level landing spot to be helped by some local volunteers. My heart was still racing a bit as I thanked everyone for letting me have this truly amazing experience before I found my way to next to Bailey on the street. More friends were soon by my side, and text messages were coming with photos and videos taken by many from all different places and heights. Everything was both a blur and clear at the same time. And I just kept looking up at the tall building before me, thinking how grateful I was to the United Way for giving me this experience that will be relived every time I see this skyscraper in the heart of Hutchinson, Kansas.

As always, thank you for reading this post. If you would like to help the United Way of Reno County with the great work they do, please do not hesitate to make a donation by using this link that will help me get closer to my financial goal.

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May’s Monthly Theme – #PictureaDay #fortheMonthofMay

After a more intense monthly theme of taking on the Art of Manliness 30 Day Challenge to Becoming a Better Man (See Part I and Part II) in April, it seemed like a good idea to try an easier-going theme for the month of May but one that would still be helpful in a way. With my not being the best about posting things to social media on a regular basis despite my also being administers for several Facebook pages that should actually have regular content, the idea of posting a picture a day for the month of May seemed like a good idea. What seemed like a fluffy task turned out to be a very fascinating experience.

The task seemed easy enough. All I had to do was post a photo to Instagram (ryanhunterdiehl) and Facebook for each day of May. That was it. However, it led to all sorts of contemplations of whether the photos should be from that day or from the past or a mixture of both. Then there were a few other things that was thrown into the mix like Mother’s Day and my birthday which seemed like just some random photo wouldn’t work. Also battled was should the photo be of some beautiful scenery or include people in it. Ultimately, I went with a mix of all of the above.

What I quickly discovered was the great confusion that happened with the posts thanks to people thinking that the photo was representative of where I currently was despite hashtags like #travel #memories and then later the addition “from 20XX” further to try help with the situation. Still, even comments would be posted telling me to have fun, and some people thought I had come to their city without telling them. Another person I ran into downtown was extremely surprised and seemed somewhat disappointed to see me, for she was sure I was in Rome. I tried to explain the whole monthly theme New Year’s Resolution thing, but in a way, I felt sort of guilty for accidentally misleading people.

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Then there was the experimentation with hashtags, which was really something new for me. It was fascinating how a hashtag like #travel would lead to almost instant likes from unknown people on Instagram. It was also interesting to see how many other posts were being made with the same hashtag. Right now, for an example, there are 19,028,738 recent posts using #pictureoftheday, which really is pretty amazing I think.

Some other challenges also came up. One was just my remembering to do the post, which led to some very late posts a couple of days; however, let’s just pretend it was a test to see the response rate posts received at different times during the day. Sure it was . . .

Then during the California adventure, I ran into one situation of neither having an Internet connection nor phone reception (which I will be honest and say was a wonderful situation in itself) to get a photo taken with my actual camera to my phone. This led to my having to pause along the journey from Calaveras Big Trees State Park to Yosemite in a parking lot in the small town with decent phone reception to utilize my phone’s hot spot to make the transfer and then the post (I believe this is what they would call #firstworldproblems).

The benefits of this experience were many though. Beyond learning I could actually become disciplined enough to make social media posts on a regular basis, the month of May became a walk down memory lane. While I had thought about some of my past travels here and there, looking at different photos would take me back to those experiences when they were snapped. Suddenly, cars were rushing past me as I tried to capture a night photo of the Coliseum. Then there was my sliding down the side of a mountain thanks to possibly not the smartest idea to get a glimpse and a photo of a waterfall that was a bit off the trail. After that, my mother and I were enjoying a beautiful evening stroll in the charming town of Shrewsbury. The memories just continued with each photo shared from the past.

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The experience also led to capturing new memories as well. These included the times with helping with Hutchinson bike month activities as well as the confetti coming down at HutchCC’s graduation. Then there was the California trip with each posted photo capturing a moment and a memory. For an example, this one of the bear eating wild flowers reminds me how my mother and I had about ten minutes before started and then smartly changed our minds about hiking back into the woods to see wild flowers (the photo was taken safely from inside the car).

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Then there is the photo of a fantastic group of people in front of the Golden Gate Bridge who were brought together almost seemingly by fate to enjoy not only a bike tour throughout San Francisco but also, most importantly, each other.

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That, though, is the power of photos. Without a doubt, among my most valued possessions would be photos taken during travels, my younger years, times with friends, times with pets, and so on. My house and office are even decorated with framed and matted photos that allow for a passing glance to be a form of time travel, taking me right back to that place once again. Photos can sharpen a memory in a way almost like none other, and when photos are lost, so can some of the details of the memories behind them. During the evening after one of my top five times of my life which involved exploring Rottnest Island, the hard drive of my laptop crashed, losing all of the photos from my adventures in Australia that were not still on my camera. That loss still haunts me as moments with friends and on adventures become fuzzy and disappear rather than stay nice, crisp, and protected in a digital archive I could revisit whenever I wanted. Since then, I go to extremes to keep them safe with my saving photos in two different cloud services, on an external hard drive kept in a safety deposit box that also contains many full SD cards that have never seen a photo deleted from them, and on the hard drives of my two personal computers.

Sure, the monthly theme challenge for May led to my learning quite a bit about social media and discipline, but ultimately, it really was a chance to focus and in a way share with others some of my most valued possessions that will always be dear to my heart.

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The Magic of Flying

Back in my younger days, my eyes would often catch planes flying overhead. During the day, I would be amazed by the contrails they made, and then at night, their blinking lights among the stars would always catch my attention. Thoughts about where they were going would run across my mind as I would try to imagine what it would be like to be so high in the air. Grandma Diehl would tell me about her flying experiences. Her description of the clouds being like fluffy pillows she just wanted to wrap around her held strong in my thoughts and has stayed with me even to today. It was through hearing her stories, watching planes fly, and seeing scenes in movies and television shows that a dream formed in this small-town Southeast Kansas Boy that one day he too would get to fly in a plane. That dream fortunately has come true not once but many times, and I can easily say that childlike wonderment still exists whenever I see a plane and a smile forms when walking into an airport.

My first trip into the sky happened when I was in fifth grade. A friend of my uncle’s took me up in his small plane. The flight was maybe only 10 minutes or so, but it was neat as he did a loop out of the Iola airport, so I could see where I lived looked like from up above. There below me was the house I called home, and behind it was the woods I spent so much time in, playing around and eating gooseberries. Then there was the lake that looked so huge standing at its waters but yet so tiny from where I sat in the cockpit’s passenger seat.

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It wasn’t until years later that I boarded my first commercial plane which took me across the ocean for a History of England in England class. After that, I am lucky to say there have been many flights and many great memories made. Sure, there has been some delays here and there as well as some bumpy turbulence, but overall, the whole flying experience remains magical in my eyes, and here are just a few of the reasons why.

First, it is just nifty that something the size of a plane can carry everyone in it, weigh as much as it does, and be able to soar through the skies. Yes, I know there is a lot of science and mathematics behind it, but it is still mystical that someone can board such a contraption in one place and be across the country in a few hours. Just like that, destinations that would have days or weeks to get to by car or boat can be done in less than a day with most being only hours. A plane ticket opens up the world to a person, and that is just truly amazing.

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Then there is that whole different beauty that can be seen from the airplane window. Sunrises and sunsets have a whole other feel as the first rays spread over the land above and turn those fluffy clouds into something golden. Then there are the sights of the land below with the buildings and roads among rivers, lakes, farm fields, and mountains. The wee little cars travel here and there, taking their passengers to their desired destinations all while being watched from up with the passenger becoming an almost omnipresent deity in a sort of way.

Also fascinating and neat are all of the people on the plane. They all have their own stories. Some are off on a vacation and others are heading some place thanks to work. Some are heading home to people they love, and others are leaving their world behind to start a new one in a new place. There are the brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers heading to see family and perhaps hold a newborn nephew, niece, grandson, or granddaughter for the first time. Then there are those on much more somber journeys prompted by a death or an illness. All of these stories converge for a time as the people carrying them sit among each other traveling from Point A to Point B.

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The same can be said for airports too. Walking down a terminal is almost like being in a Choose Your Own Adventure book. Sure, a purchased ticket locks a person into a certain destination, but suddenly, all of these other possibilities can very well be seen at the digital sign hanging behind the counters. One plane is heading to New York City, another to Garden City, Kansas, and yet another Melbourne, Australia. Each destination promises different experiences that could change a life trajectory in so many different ways, and for some of these destinations, a person may have never even thought about them until walking to get the gate and catching a city’s name even for a second.

Really when it comes down to it, the flying experience could be a metaphor for life. Everyone is on his or her own journey. Some take the same flight while others will take another. Paths cross. Some crossings may be nothing more than a glance or maybe simply helping someone for a bit like pulling down a carry-on bag from the overhead bin. Then other people will play a larger role like those seatmates with whom one can carry on a great conversation during that flight time and then never see again, but for just that hour or two or more, the two connect as their journeys came together. Then there are the travel companions that stay with a person through it all, who are right by their side no matter what. Life will have its turbulent times as we go through storms, but then there are the sublime sights to be seen if people just open the window shade and look out to the world around them. Things unfortunately do not always end well, but for many of the times, there is a safe landing as long as everything keeps moving forward.

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There are so many great memories in my life that have taken place either in airports or on the planes. Some are very simple like people watching while sitting in one of the rocking chairs in the Charlotte airport. Some are more dramatic like sprinting across the Denver airport to try to make it to my connecting flight to Wichita. Some are fantastic like the great people I have had the fortune of meeting thanks to fate placing our seats next to each other like Gayla, Art, Hallie, Jay, and so many others whose names may escape me but their stories have remained in my mind. There is also all of the adventures I have had the fortune to share with my mother as we took our annual trip to some great destination, spending time in anticipation on the plane getting there and smiling as we reflected about our adventure on the flight back.

I know for some people flying becomes nothing more than a routine experience, but for me, I don’t think that will ever happen. Rather, many years from now, I will still be that small town Southeast Kansas boy with thoughts of memories, anticipations, possibilities, and magic as I walk towards my gate before boarding a plane for another adventure.

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The 2014 Road Trip for Sanity’s Sake

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“Wow!” The words slipped from my lips as I stared at the waterfall directly across from me. My free hand held my camera in different angles trying to capture an ounce of the beauty as a keepsake. The other held firmly on the trekking pole that was gouged into the ground. It was mixture of that pole, a bit of traction my boots had managed to gain, and a few branches I had grabbed that finally brought my sliding down the 70 degree or so slope to a stop.

I looked again below me where the water was crashing down. Certain death did not await me unless some sort of freak accident should occur. The rocks, sticks, and rushing water from the siren that had beckoned me from the trail, though, probably could have done some damage. However, for the time being, I was safe where I was and had a stunning work of nature to take my thoughts away from the silly thing I had done.

It was the last full day of my road trip through Colorado and parts of Utah. The hike itself was a last-evening decision as I sat at Steamworks Brewing Company in Durango, enjoying a tasty Southwestern burger, Cajun fries, and a Prescribed Burn beer while trying to figure out the plans for the next day. When I stumbled across the reference to the hike while researching the area, intrigue instantly hit. The friendly bartender then said it should be a definite.

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The Stunning Ice Lake

Without a doubt, the hike to Ice Lake was one of the prettiest ones I had ever done. The meadow of wildflowers in full bloom alone before the climb to the surreal blue mountain lake was worth the adventure in San Juan National Forest.

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For much of the trip back from the lake, my thoughts had been about how I needed to share this hike with others. Names of friends ran through my mind as I thought about how much each of them would love it. Then contemplation on whether my mother would be up for it entered my mind with the verdict being she could do it. Finally, thoughts about coming back here and camping with my soul mate I have yet to date had made me smile. Those thoughts all seemed distant at the moment, for now I was thinking to myself how embarrassing it would be to ever return after I had to be rescued from my current predicament. As yet another distraction, my mind went back to everything this trip had been so far.

The Trip Had Been about the New Year’s Resolutions

When I first departed Hutchinson, thoughts about how the week away from work could be better spent on the New Year’s Resolutions first hit me. I could camp out at a coffee shop and finish a draft of the novel. Miles of Reno County could be traveled by bike. Meters could have been rowed. But then the Spanish podcast started, and I was soon saying words and phrases along with it. On the first hike, I planned out the remaining six chapters of my novel. The hikes themselves helped me move closer to my goals of being in the best shape of my life and the body fat percentage goal.

And then there were the extremely important resolutions with my getting to spend quality time with two of my best friends, Linda and John. Staying with both of them at different parts of the trip allowed me to hang out, talk for hours, and see their lives in their new homes.

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The Amazing Gregg and Cindy on the Mt. Ida Trail

Finally, there was the repeated test of my not being an island. Striking up a conversation has rarely been a problem for me. Getting close to others has been. When Gregg and Cindy invited me back to their cabin for dinner; April, Jeff, and Chip invited me to join them for a side excursion to Calypso Cascades; and Jay invited me to hang out with Andy and him at their campsite in Moraine Park, my immediate reaction was to retreat to my old ways, thank them for the invitation, and then go off on my own; however, after a pause with each, I rethought my ways and took up the offer. Needless to say, I was glad that I had done so with each.

The Trip Had Been about Going the Extra Mile or Four

Long before the trip had started, I already had my hikes picked out in Rocky Mountain National Park. The first day would be in Wild Basin to Thunder Lake. The second day would be to Flattop Mountain from the Bear Lake Trailhead, and the third day was to head to Mt. Ida from Poudre Lake. Things, though, changed after visiting the lovely Thunder Lake and on my way back I came across the 2.2 miles to Lion Lake #1 sign. My heading down that trail led to a lake that took my breath away, and then on the way back, I came across April, Jeff, and Chip, a trio I had run into at Thunder Lake and had enjoyed even though our time had been very brief. The rest of the hike was spent with them getting to hear stories from the amazing Fort Collins architects and the great love between the two (as well as about Chip’s adventures across the country and some of the stops he had already made on his journey).

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The First Look at Lion Lake #1

Flattop Mountain led to my climbing up Hallett Peak, and once again, the views were unbelievable, but that is where I met another amazing couple from only thirty miles away from Hutchinson. Almost an hour went by as we chatted on the top of this stunning place in the park with a stack of rocks keeping us warm from the chilly, strong winds. By the end, they had decided I was their son they didn’t have, and they had given me proof that hopeless romantic love could still be there even after thirty-some years of marriage. It was also because of this addition that I met John from Georgia on the way down and had some great conversations with him, and, at the very last bit of the trail, met Gregg who had been abandoned by his hiking partner/wife, Cindy, who, being an excellent hiker, was waiting for him in the parking lot.

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My Great New McPherson Friends on top of Hallett Peak

It was then the next morning on top of Mt. Ida where I found Gregg and Cindy examining the horizon as Gregg identified the peaks that surrounded us from his copy of Lisa Foster’s hiking book for the park. After quite some time up there together, we decided the three of us would explore Jagor Point, which provided even more beautiful views of the lakes below. Plus, this extra part of the plan led to my getting to know these absolutely wonderful people who were also still very much in love with each other after over thirty years of marriage.

And as I look back, if I would not have done any of these extra hikes, never would the best experiences during those hikes have happened.

The Trip Had Been about Relationships

From my very first night in Denver where I spent it with Linda and Tom, a reoccurring theme of people who had found their soul mate started. All three days of hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park led to my spending quality time with people still very much in love with their partners. That love easily showed with the way they looked at each other whether it be when they were hiking or talking about how they met (I ask all sorts of questions of strangers/hiking friends while we share the trails) regardless if they had been together nine or thirty-nine years. With the trip also giving me the chance to see the only two people with whom I had ever been in a serious relationship, I could juxtapose my relationships with those I had met. While both people are wonderful, beautiful, and amazing, we just were not great together romantically. And this trip had definitely hit me over the head time and again with the people I had met, the stories they had shared, and the love I had seen of what I have yet to look forward to finding.

The Trip Was about the Past and the Future

While being careful not to live in the past, Rocky Mountain National Park is loaded with great memories that launched others, so much reflection took place about the hikes I had shared with John and Shane as well as the ones I did last year during a relatively rocky point in my life. The long drives and the songs that played took me back as well.

And then there were the visits with Shane, Linda, and John, who are all at different stages with their departure from Central Kansas. Shane leaves on Monday, so he is going through the goodbyes and visiting his favorite places and favorite people one last time as a resident of Kansas. Linda moved several months ago and, with her great husband Tom, has been exploring the area and discovering so many neat things in her new home city. Then there is John, who has lived in Salt Lake City for 2.5 years now. He has definitely made it home with his getting a delightful dog, buying a house, and making so many great friends.

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The Great and Wonderful Linda
John and me as we wear our favorite colors as usual
The Excellent John and me as we wear our favorite colors as usual

Only Fate knows when the time will come, but the three of them gave me a glimpse of what will be in store for me when the time comes for me to depart from Central Kansas.
And then there was the situation where I was right now, staring at a beautiful waterfall and contemplating my own rescue. Being your stereotypical guy, I wasn’t going to try to get help until there was no other choice, and there were still choices in front of me. In fact, there were three – I could try to go back the way that I came and climb up the slope towards much firmer ground that seemed like quite some distance away; I could take the horizontal route and hope for no more slippage and loose ground to take out my footing; or I could climb on down to the stream, follow it for a bit, and find a way back up to the trail from there.

Examining the possible routes left me with only one that felt relatively safe, which seemed like a good thing to consider now that I was in this situation, so carefully I made my way to where the side of the hill and the water met. There I stood, closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and felt mist from the waterfall refreshingly hit my face. At that moment, everything seemed right, and that was exactly where I was supposed to be at that time. Opening my eyes after awhile, I soaked in the surroundings for one last minute before turning away from the waterfall and my former perch to head towards a good but still very challenging path that would take me to my unknown but yet beautiful future that awaited me.

 

And a few other stops along the adventure:

Dinosaur National Monument
Dinosaur National Monument
Fireworks for Pioneer Day in Salt Lake City
Fireworks for Pioneer Day in Salt Lake City
Canyonlands National Park
Canyonlands National Park
Cliff Palace at Mesa Verde
Cliff Palace at Mesa Verde
An Open Bench in Aspen
An Open Bench in Aspen