This is how tired I am right now. I wrote this whole thing last night and then shut off my computer and went to bed without publishing it. Nice. Happy Lenten blogging to you.
We all have them: places that hold such memories that they have become sacred and strong, worn and loved hard. Frontier Ranch is such a place for me.
It’s one of those place I can walk around and the memories fall faster than the snowflakes: ski trips in high school, leading trips in college, coming out and living there for a month as a volunteer the summer I turned 21, doing some of the best work I’ve ever done. I was right there when… I was sitting here when…
What could be better than that? Seeing a whole new generation fall in love with it.
I wish I could scoop you up and take you there, walk you through all the wonderful stories, listen to yours in return. Places like this make us richer for having known them.
no wonder i didn’t want to leave.
it’s practically home.
i would do really well at frontier ranch if it was beachside…