Friday, October 3, 2008
Horsies, fishies, and stogies
Last weekend I was part of a men's retreat in Jackson Hole, Wyoming...man camp. It was a variety of outdoor adventures surrounded by great discussion and spiritual digging. Our first day we went fly fishing, floating down the Snake river in Grand Teton National Park. I caught four or five fish. Check out this trout.
Oh, I thought you might enjoy a self-portrait...kinda vacuous, huh?
The second day we went horseback riding up in the mountains...way cool. Here's me and my ride, Gillian.
Here's our horses...weirdest thing, as soon as I pulled out the camera they turned their backs to me. Notice Oscar, with his tail in the air...not sure what he was trying to tell me.
Here's Steve and Pat. We all determined they pulled of the cowboy thing better than the rest of us.
We wrapped up our evenings by doing something a bit odd...we'd fire up our stogies and go lie down in the middle of the paved road and stare at the stars. (Traffic is pretty sparse, only one vehicle came by in the two nights we did this. Of course, I think that driver was pretty curious about why a bunch of grown men were, uh, reclining on the pavement at midnight.) I've got to tell you, I've never seen so many stars. Shooting stars! It was like God was showing off. (I wrote a chapter about this in my last book, check it out.)
The last day we hiked up into the Tetons. Breathtaking! Feet got a bit sore.
We came across this mountain lake with a huge boulder along the shore. We climbed about thirty feet up, stripped to our boxers and jumped. Well, technically, Pat appears to be in 'tighty-whities.' Here we are posing. That water was ridiculously cold!
We wrapped up our last night with a prayer time and communion at this cool log-cabin church in the foothills. The front wall of the chapel was a glass wall with a cross looking up at the Tetons. It was almost as if you could feel God walking about, enjoying it all.
Our trip ended Blazing Saddles style, with beans around the campfire. Okay, actually it ended with a buffalo steak at the Cowboy Bar downtown Jackson Hole. Real cowboys? Uh, no.
Oh, I thought you might enjoy a self-portrait...kinda vacuous, huh?
The second day we went horseback riding up in the mountains...way cool. Here's me and my ride, Gillian.
Here's our horses...weirdest thing, as soon as I pulled out the camera they turned their backs to me. Notice Oscar, with his tail in the air...not sure what he was trying to tell me.
Here's Steve and Pat. We all determined they pulled of the cowboy thing better than the rest of us.
We wrapped up our evenings by doing something a bit odd...we'd fire up our stogies and go lie down in the middle of the paved road and stare at the stars. (Traffic is pretty sparse, only one vehicle came by in the two nights we did this. Of course, I think that driver was pretty curious about why a bunch of grown men were, uh, reclining on the pavement at midnight.) I've got to tell you, I've never seen so many stars. Shooting stars! It was like God was showing off. (I wrote a chapter about this in my last book, check it out.)
The last day we hiked up into the Tetons. Breathtaking! Feet got a bit sore.
We came across this mountain lake with a huge boulder along the shore. We climbed about thirty feet up, stripped to our boxers and jumped. Well, technically, Pat appears to be in 'tighty-whities.' Here we are posing. That water was ridiculously cold!
We wrapped up our last night with a prayer time and communion at this cool log-cabin church in the foothills. The front wall of the chapel was a glass wall with a cross looking up at the Tetons. It was almost as if you could feel God walking about, enjoying it all.
Our trip ended Blazing Saddles style, with beans around the campfire. Okay, actually it ended with a buffalo steak at the Cowboy Bar downtown Jackson Hole. Real cowboys? Uh, no.
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