Sunday, August 24, 2014

terra nova

The lilmat has landed. Now we're learning to live in & love a new landscape outside the comfort zone....

Thursday, August 07, 2014


Leaving the mountains for the flatter lands soon… The near decade that we’ve spent in WNC has helped to forge us into who we are. We are grateful.

The gravity of the blue wall’s majesty is what first drew us here to live, breathe, drink and run. The muse for this blog resides in these hills.

We’ve been blessed with great friendships in these mountains. Through foolish pursuits, we’ve been supported and encouraged.

We take the mountains with us: I met and married my wife in these mountains. I found my faithful dog in these mountains.

Perhaps you and I met and shared communion here at one time. We take all these memories and give thanks.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Friday, July 25, 2014

frank on fridays

we are here
home, this moist home,
where moss grows on rock
we drink the air, in rhodo thickets
and i smile, and give thanks for this home
if you’re in these mountains, you’re lucky enough...

Sunday, July 20, 2014

misty morning...

...i know you're out there, having fun.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

thank you for being here

Pulled on a worn leash, this old dog slows me down.
But with just one word, I can resume my place.
Somewhere, a new star erupts from dust.
Together, we live and die the same.
Ignited from the start by a flash.
Thank you for being here.

...And the adventures of Matt & U-dog are still going strong after seven years!

After watching the longest day of the year come to an end from the summit of Max Patch in good company, Uwharrie and I jogged along the Appalachian Trail into Hot Springs for a pint, some grub and to watch USA vs. Portugal at Spring Creek Tavern the following afternoon. What a game!

We then opted to hitch back from town to within a couple miles of Elliott's cabin below Max Patch. Thanks to Elliott for allowing us to celebrate the solstice in good style! This was my first hitch in some time and I was thankful to get a ride for me and the old girl.

Speaking of vehicular support, or lack thereof: I guess my recent record of just under 60 days pales in comparison to this gentleman's 22 years without riding, or driving in a motorized vehicle. And that's just the start of his journey...

Inspiring stuff!

Tuesday, June 10, 2014