One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am, a reluctant enthusiast, a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it's here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You Will Outlive the Bastards.

Edward Abbey

Sunday, July 8, 2012

We Meet Again


The sight of the water coming over the bridge made me breathe a little easier, it had been too long since I laid eyes on it. I had slept most of the drive to Sanibel, my heart hurt after leaving my friend.

My sorrow was pushed aside for a wonderful weekend trip with my family. We started it off with a delicious brunch at one of the local joints. Good food and good service was the right way to start off this mini vacation.


We were going to be staying at an amazing place right on the beach! We checked into the hotel and immediately went out to the beach. I couldn't help myself, memories from being here as a kid washed over me the minute my eyes found the beach and the shells!


We all got changed and proceeded to spend the rest of the day looking for shells on the beach and on the sandbars. The pickings were slim as the day was drawing to an end but I think walking out there with my parents strategically covering as much ground as possible while moving at a snail's pace.


Father's Day had officially come and gone while I was out on my road trip so we had a celebration now that we were all together. We spent the evening playing Shang-hai and Apples to Apples. My mom had brought tons of food and even the ingredients for a little cake for my papa.


We woke up the next morning and had a wonderful feast for breakfast! Eggs, Sausage, cheeses and breads, fruit, and potatoes, yum! It was great to sit around the table with my family and enjoy a wonderful meal together.


We spent the rest of the day on the beach throwing frisbee, visiting the lighthouse, and driving through the nature preserve. We just relaxed and hung out.


My family is beautiful. We have our ups and downs, we cry and laugh and can sincerely enjoy one another. We fight bitterly and love completely. They mean the world to me.


From an outsiders point of view you can only see the big picture. It looks good, and it looks normal. It looks like everyone else's. The details are so hard to make out.


But when you take a closer look there is nothing in our picture but us. We stand together unevenly and nonconforming. We have each other through everything in our lives, including all the problems and disappointments we bring to one another. Nothing is ever perfect but our family is perfectly flawed.


I love you guys and could never thank you enough for all you do, for all you have done.

Peace, Love, and Family.


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