Canning Tonatoes

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Canning is something that Tara learned over the years that we’ve been married. She did it to help our family stretch the food budget, and I feel very fortunate to have been given the opportunity to learn a bit more about the process. Especially considering the fact that she had to figure it out all on her own. She’s a remarkable woman, and I’ve been truly blessed to have her in my life.

Conquering Lewis Peak

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The picture above is one I took last year. I remember the moment. I remember the why. It was a rainy Wednesday, just after 5:30 PM. I wasn’t thinking about climbing this particular mountain at the time, and yet… here we are. The highest point in this picture is called Lewis Peak. We hadn’t set out to hike that far, but once we reached the top of our intended climb (the Ogden Valley Lookout) from the North Ogden Divide at the Ben Lomond trailhead, we decided to give it a go. Tara and I both have fond memories of the hike to the Ogden Valley Lookout from when we were kids. Mine were from the hikes I went on while … Read More

Hiking up the Mountain

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And pushing yourself to do hard things. Standing atop Malan’s Peak, life in the city of Ogden, Utah can be seen down below. The picture above isn’t perfect. The day when it was taken wasn’t a perfect day. And yet, both were good enough, and sometimes that’s just what you need. Malan’s Peak isn’t the tallest mountain in the Ogden valley. Far from it, actually, but it’s a goal that’s achievable. Friday was the second time my wife and I set out and reached the summit. I think it took us about seven hours up and back, to include a leisurely lunch, plenty of breaks, and a bonus trip beyond the peak to reach Malan’s Basin a ways further up … Read More

Stop Making Yourself Small

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Dark Fantasy World

Self-doubt began to overshadow my creativity. I doubted the strength of my voice. I wondered if anyone even cared about the things I wanted to create anymore. I carried a lot of hurt and pain, and those dark feelings made it harder and harder to reach out and connect with people. What should have been the greatest achievement of my life felt more and more like a burden I’d somehow forced myself to carry.