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Last night, my wife and I decided to indulge in another simple pleasure. Rather than going to a movie or out to dinner, we packed up some beer, hot dogs, chips and marshmellows and headed down to build a campfire on the top of the big hill at the trials grounds — the land that my motorcycle club, the UMTA, leases. It was warm, mildly breezy, and the bugs were few. We were immediately in heaven.
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There’s a lot of history for us at this spot, going back to 1974 when I first joined the club. We have fond memories of camping and exploring with our kids. That big oak tree has been a frequent meditation spot for me. But my addiction to riding was painful to her more than I care to admit, so it’s not all pleasant memories. But we’re beyond that now, and that painful time is now a scar that we’re proud to have healed.
After the sun went down, we laid on our backs to watch the stars appear. The Big Dipper materialized right above us, and then a couple of satellites crisscrossed right through it.
Quote of the Day
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. – Robert Brault
Ok, I’m doing it, I’m doing it. Photos of it help. Blogging it helps. Talking about it helps. I’m chiseling it into my scattered brain in hopes for some retention.