A dear friend sent me a handful of pictures yesterday. Among them was this shot that he took along the trail nearly 40 years ago. We were horse-camping in the Cascade Mountains of Oregon.
At the time folks didn’t worry about cell phones, GPS units, or hi-tech clothing. Tough denim jeans, a T-shirt, a wool sweater, and a spoonful of common sense did the job.
Not only did we manage to survive, we had a darn good time doing so. We also made memories that last to this day.
I think of the Cascades as my boyhood home, but presently live in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains. The Smokies are gentler lot, but still pleasing to the eye.
When I’m not in the classroom, I partner with faith-based groups to craft and deliver outdoor academic experiences in the lands of the Bible. Leaders receive the same perks that other agencies offer, at competitive prices, and without the self-serving interests that often derail pilgrim priorities. See our list of future trips here.