08 July 2020

PF: Through Plaguelands to Lake Country

Two hot and muggy days of ranging through the 
Plaguelands and we have returned to Lake Country, my 
ancestral home.


Roughing it?


The truck held together as did the weather with 
only a brief spot of rain towards the end.

We are here for an undetermined amount of time to 
catch our breaths, rest, regroup and begin the 
process of finding a new home.

Though it feels like we're on vacation the thought
that there really is nothing to return to after the
vacation ends creeps in...as does the anxiety and 
panic.
The first night here was significantly depressing.

We've brought a small amount of belongings with us; 
mostly clothes, some food stuffs like olive oils, 
spices and the like (a small reminder of home) and 
a meager selection of books, electronics and 
personal items all of which needed to fit in the 
truck cab or the bed.

The Ranger has become our 'home' and though I have 
maintained it well throughout its 15 years and 
170k miles I am at times, concerned.
I've owned Rangers since 1989 and they've always 
come through for me...I must trust in Ford the 
Maker.




My Ford: Shiva


We are weary, stressed and have much to do...but it
could be worse.
We are thankful for what we have and humbled by 
what lays ahead of us.



05 July 2020

PF: Laden Ponies

A final entry from The Hobbit before leaving Colorado. 
It sums up everything I've been feeling for months now in regards to our situation, the move and the future.

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Gandalf Stormcrow acting as an agent of change shakes the cobwebs and dreaming from Bilbo and ushers him forward to the path of destiny.
And, as is currently happening with myself, poor Bilbo is caught flat footed on the eve of his greatest adventure.
Quite possibly if he had thought it all through or prepared for it, it may never have happened at all.

So, out the door goes Bilbo...



Chapter 2: Roast Mutton...only somewhat edited here.

To the end of his days Bilbo could never remember how he found himself outside without a hat, walking stick, or any money or anything that he usually took when he went out.
Leaving his second breakfast half unfinished and quite un-washed up.


Very puffed he was when he got to Bywater just on the stroke of eleven and found he had come without a pocket handkerchief.

"Bravo!" said Balin who was standing at the inn door looking out for him.

"I'm awfully sorry." said Bilbo.
"But I've come without my hat and I've left my pocket handkerchief behind and I haven't got any money.

I didn't get your note until after 10:45 to be precise."

"Don't be precise." said Dwalin.
"And don't worry, you'll have to manage without pocket handkerchiefs and a good many other things before you get to the journey's end."

That's how they all came to start.
Jogging off from the inn one fine morning just before May on laden ponies. 


02 July 2020

Song of Inspiration: Turisas - Stand up and Fight!

We all have songs of inspiration and this one is deep at my core...hearthstone material.


Stand Up and Fight!
Turisas

The pouring rain,
Sticks my hair to my face,
An empty gaze is all I have left,
The stars that once lit my way have dimmed,
The sky turned grey,
The path once so clear
Faded away,
Blessed are the days when life is intent and clear,
No falter or doubt,
I know the way,
They are the days, I hoped,
I have never stepped from this road,
The spark I once had,
Seems to have died.

What a relief it would be to end this all,
How easy to fly the white flag and give up,
But would I run today just to die another day,
Give up now and every fight has been in vain.

Get up
You've made it this far
No loser you are
One more time
One more try.

Stand up and fight,
Stand up and look into the light,
Pushing the clouds away
Stand up and fight,
Stand up and see the sky turn bright,
Fight for a better day!
 


'You can count on us!'