Exploring Stories

Camping. Love it or hate it, it sucks. Rainy tent erection. Sucks. Boisterous drunken neighbours. Sucks. Mosquitoes. Every single one of them sucks. What doesn’t suck are the shared lasting memories that are both measurable and immeasurable. The indelible ties that bind. The best of which involve firsts. This year, in the shadow and under the stars of our glorious Rocky Mountains, we shared a beer. And not just any beer,...

Growing up Ranch Chapter 9 Working and Exploring  Work. That four letter word we all grow to know eventually. Growing up "Ranch" meant that work started early in life and was intertwined with an element or curiosity that I will call "exploring". The line between the two was often blurred. Work was also so much a part of ranch life that it was something I looked forward to rather than dreaded. Getting to be part of the fam...

Archibald Horsley was a quiet, unassuming fellow, in fact, he was very shy. Everyone who knew him liked him, but he didn't have any actual friends.At thirty years old, he was unmarried with no children. It wasn't that he had no interest in women, he did, but he just hadn't met any He wasn't tall, but then, he wasn't short either.He wasn't fat, nor was he thin.Neither smart nor untidy.In short, he was just Archibald Horsle...

I am a simple country mouse. Exploring is fun. Walking down unfamiliar roads and trailsfeels wonderful. I like to wade through creeks, and turn over stones to see what bugs are under them. Experiencing new things is what brings happiness to my life. I don’t expect to ever see the Statue of Liberty or the Pietà. I don’t have the money for that kind of exploring, but I can explore those places with my intellect. Sometimes,...