In the beginning, Jesus did some skywriting.

"You betta' be believin'."

Some Del Parson ripoffs in there. I wonder how he feels about that.

What I've done today

Today is an excellent day. I make every day that way.

Today I woke up from excellent dreams. These excellent dreams involved excellent friends and excellent girls.

I have an excellent sister. She has an excellent husband and an excellent son. He's an excellent nephew.

I went for an excellent run. It made me excellently tired. My companion on this run was an excellent dog.

I took an excellent shower.

I ate an excellent lunch. I made this lunch with rice, raisins, milk, sugar, cinnamon, and honey. All of which were excellent ingredients.

I am listening to excellent music.

I have had an excellent time writing this blog. I hope you had an excellent time reading it.

In fact, I hope that today is the most excellent day of your life. If it's not, give me a call and I'll do everything I can to help.

Be excellent to each other.

Trip Report - Middle Leprechaun Canyon

Okay, Time for a real blog.

I'm still having trouble getting up to speed with my typing, so bear with me. (ha ha, bear)

Dodge and Krissy and I, after a wonderful night of chatting and jimmer-jammering around the campfire, got up and finally got going around 9:45 am. I hadn't read over the beta for the canyon, but I figured I mostly knew where I was going and I only got us lost once on the way up. I would have gotten us lost on the way down, but there's only one way to go.

Here's Dodge and Krissy, and you can see the canyon that would be descended zig-zagging down the middle-right side of the frame.

They really had no idea what they were getting into at this point.

You see, Middle Lep is one of the narrowest slot canyons around. Krissy is tiny, and Dodge disappears when he turns sideways, but even so, they thought the canyon was awfully tight. This is the canyon that stole my wallet about a year ago. Read about that one here.

So in we went. Krissy rappelled the first drop, after that we put the rope away and it was just a lot of squeezing, stemming, and downclimbing. Dodge and Krissy were troopers and the canyon was really a walk in the park considering how difficult most people find that descent. Teeny-tiny and skinny really does help here.

I'll just skip to pictures now. No point in bringing up Leprechauns, unicorns, or desert fairies.

Well, She didn't make it down all the drops without help. Thanks Dodge.

The Sandstone is very fluid in parts of this canyon.

This is from a scene from Titanic or Alice in Wonderland, or something.

The end.

It's been a long time, now I'm coming back home

There's no way I'll bore everyone that reads this with one long blog, so for the sake of both of you, I'll divide it up.

First, the end of an era. Maybe it's not the end of an era, but it's the fading out of an era. I don't believe that I've worked my last week at Anasazi foundation. I don't think I've ended my time in the wilderness with young people. It is something that I believe in, and it makes my life better.

I came back to Utah to be around family and friends, all the while knowing that they have lives and jobs that they must attend to. I think it's the 2 inches of snow we've received since April 14 that's really getting me down. I wanted to go back to climbing right away. The snow will melt though, and my nephew will get to know me, and things will be good. I'm positive about it. I don't want to sound like I'm down either. I'm just a little put out that I'm not out doing things. If anyone knows me, they know that I'm a doer, and not a sitter. I have constant need for adventure and an appetite for destruction.

I cut my hair, and trimmed my beard. I'm here, it's me. So listen up.