sDuring my 20+ year career in the Army, I have been to a lot of really nasty spots (trust me there's a long list)...so you won't hear me complain about 2 weeks in Hawaii supporting an exercise. Now I had done a lot of the touristy stuff on the islands on previous trips. I wanted … Continue reading Paradise in the perfect form: Paths, Plunges, and Pilsners…and just one or two Mai Tais OR How I Spent my Summer Vacation (Because I’ve never actually had to write an essay on that)
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Of Paths, Plunges and Pale Ales: My Tales of the Hawaiian Islands
Introduction There is an allure to the Hawaiian Islands that defies words. This magic exists somewhere between Polynesian culture and tropical mysticism, but it is an energy and aura that only those who have lived on the islands fully grasp. It stems from the melting pot of many cultures, religions, and nationalities which blend together … Continue reading Of Paths, Plunges and Pale Ales: My Tales of the Hawaiian Islands
Transitioning Here and There: Let me Catch You up on the Last Nine Months
I wish I could say the nine months since my return from California were a wonderous and magical time full of incredible beer tasting and amazing trails in western Tennessee, but they just weren’t. If anything, as COVID cases rose with the autumn and winter, we isolated and hunkered down once again in the closing … Continue reading Transitioning Here and There: Let me Catch You up on the Last Nine Months
One More Trail, 25 years Long, and Other Ramblings all the way back Home
Autumn 1995 It was the classic story of hanging with the cool kids. I was 20 years old, a third class cadet (aka sophomore) at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs and two of my closest friends that fall were first class (aka seniors) in my squadron, the Mighty Barons, of Cadet Squadron … Continue reading One More Trail, 25 years Long, and Other Ramblings all the way back Home
Continued Tales of Self-Isolation Part 2: Rolling through Recovery once again
I fell. I fell hard. It hurt. And like that I was back to square one. What followed in the next few weeks after my fall in Shelby Forest was a trip back down memory lane as I dealt with pain, healing, and tried to maintain my sanity as the COVID pandemic rolled on through … Continue reading Continued Tales of Self-Isolation Part 2: Rolling through Recovery once again
Continued Tales of Self Isolation Part 1: Making the most out of COVID-19, social distancing, and plenty of time on my hands
As these days, weeks, and months rolled on I found solace in the repetitive nature each new day brought. While I enjoy new adventures, new discoveries, and new horizons to face, there is something to be said for Groundhog day: more or less repeating the same day over and over again. I lived through Groundhog … Continue reading Continued Tales of Self Isolation Part 1: Making the most out of COVID-19, social distancing, and plenty of time on my hands
Paths, Pilsners, Pedals, and Pinots 