My curling team and I set off on a road trip to Columbus to take part in a tournament. Good times.
Downtown Charlotte, as seen from the Blake Hotel.
Another summer, another road trip to Charlotte, NC. Pretty country.
The secret to success, Father Pat explained, is to live every moment aware that every action is a prayer.
Typical contemplative wisdom: a call to action without engaging in banal, reductionistic platitudes. That is why I love these monasteries. It is in silence that you can start to tune out your internal, self-referential monologue and start seeing the world as it is.
Being me, I took a road trip to the Monastery of the Holy Trinity.
I love taking back roads, those low-traffic, slower-paced roads. These are in the Huntsville area.
I’m not a bike snob by any definition, but I do enjoy a good ride. After trekking to Bountiful, I made my way up to Centerville along the roads closer to the mountains. A bit more legwork but worth the effort. How can you not love cruising along quiet streets with the lake on the left and the mountains on the right?
We took a quick drive through Henefer. Didn’t take long: it’s a small town. It’s a quiet town, a pleasant place to have grown up in. The people were, for the most part, friendly and supportive. The nearby mountains which surround the town sheltered us from the outside world. I have a deep fondness for this place because everything I do now I first did here.
Unlike what Bob Vila might say, you can’t go home again. Things change, even small towns. You change—hopefully, anyway. All you can do is enjoy what you have now for what it is now. All you will have of it tomorrow is memory. So let it be good memory.
The mountains, seen from the southern outskirts of Kaysville.
Some things don’t change as much as others. This is the mini golf course at Cherry Hill. I learned to love putt putt in this place over 15 years ago. It is pretty much the same golf course I ran around on as a middle schooler. There is something peaceful about that, something comfortable, for a man who, as the song goes, “keeps moving to be stable.” It’s nice to see that not everything is in a state of high flux.